We asked readers to send along some curious animal encounters.
Enjoy these guest blog entries as we wind down 2019.
From the East Coast to the Upper Midwest and ranging to Alaska and Hawaii people interact with or encounter wildlife in rural and urban areas.
SF: Lots to Raven About. “I saw my first ever raven yesterday — sitting and cawing on the roof of a car in a parking lot in Milford! JEESH! Do you think it was a portent of anything?
“Crows, of course, are extremely common; nevertheless, I love to see them in the huge groups they tend to gather in. I don’t know who assigned the collective nouns for species, but “Murder of Crows” is a favorite.
“Every time I hear that “caw” I look up hoping to see a raven, but I’ve never seen one until yesterday. I heard a ruckus as I got out of my car in a parking lot in Milford, NH, and saw one — sitting on top of a car and making his presence known. It was huge and oddly majestic, but sadly, it was a single bird, not an ‘unkindness of ravens’.”
AS: Birding Resort. Happenings were just ducky at a Hawaiian resort. And, this cock had something to crow about following a skeptical tourist. Who won? “The rooster lives near the food truck so it wins this match off.”
JH: Eagle Encounter: Several years ago on my way to the Y swim class, I saw, to my total delight, a wondrous sight. As I approached my turn, I saw a huge bird just sitting on a fence post. I made the turn and slowly stopped my car, I recognized this critter as the American Bald Eagle. We each sat on our own perch eyeing one another. After carefully retrieving my camera, I snapped a couple of pictures.
The eagle kept an eye on me. Then, he spread his wings and laboriously lifted off, swinging to his left towards a telephone pole out in the pasture. As he landed, he tucked his wings into his sides and continued his watch. I suppose he was wondering what I was doing just as I was wondering what he had been doing as he sat on the fence post.
He had been just a couple of arm’s lengths from me. To be so close to him was awesome. I could only imagine what it would be like to stroke his beautiful feathers.
JA: Albino deer. I caught some photos of albino deer in Wisconsin.
DP: Surprise Dolphins. “While reporting from Charleston, South Carolina, during the 2012 presidential campaign my colleagues and I stopped to look at the ocean. The city is surrounded on three sides by water and we expected to see lots of boats and people enjoying the water. We didn’t expect to encounter a school of dolphins! They swam around us for a few minutes and seemed to be having a lot more fun than we were.”
NP&BO: Moose & Wolverines & Cats! Oh, my! Baby moose roaming an Anchorage neighborhood, munching on raspberry patches. Then, along comes mama and they stroll down the street. A lot of urban moose in Anchorage. Other parts of the city boast moose and black bears!
News from the North. Latest Anchorage crime as reported by the Anchorage Daily News: Yet Another Urban Wildlife encounter as cat survives wolverine attack near the Campbell Science Center.
North Woods Near Encounter
MN: Wolf Encounter. “My friend and I were camping in the BWCA in January, several years ago. At the end of a long day of cutting/splitting wood, fishing, snowshoeing and cutting more wood, we sat next to a blazing fire as the early sunset arrived and we were soon enveloped in darkness. The stillness of the forest in winter is amazing because there are no insects or other nocturnal creatures that make noise. On this windless night, there was no sound besides the crackling fire. Suddenly and without warning, we both had the feeling that someone or something was watching us from not far away. I slowly turned, and the fire was just bright enough to illuminate the face of a large wolf, 10 feet away. We froze, not knowing what to do. Had it been a black bear in summer, we would have started shouting and waving our arms to scare it away. But we weren’t prepared for this and had no idea what to do. So we just sat and watched. The wolf didn’t seem aggressive, and it slowly moved directly toward me. I remained motionless. It came right up next to me and sniffed my arm. I wondered, what I should do? I was a little too unnerved to do anything. The wolf seemed satisfied with my scent and moved on to my friend and smelled his boot. And then, just as quietly as he arrived, he slowly walked off into the woods. We sat there motionless, except for our eyes, all four of which were now the size of half dollars. We threw some more wood on the fire and waited, but the wolf did not return.
“The next morning we got up and went out to fish. In the distance, on the other side of the lake, we saw someone doing the same. We decided to take a walk and share our wolf experience with this person. We greeted him and explained what happened and asked if perchance he had encountered the same wolf. He had indeed! And suddenly the wolf was bounding across the ice, coming straight for us. “Max, come on boy! Over here!” We were astounded that this guy was actually naming and calling wolves. “Do you know this wolf?”, we asked. He knew him all right. He owned this “wolf”, which was actually a mix – half-wolf, half-dog! We petted him and he licked our bare hands just as any dog would, especially since he was familiar with our scent after his visit to our campsite the previous night.”
Erma Herman Visits During a Cold Canadian Night
LF: Erma Herman. Though not snuggly, ermine are quite lovely little critters. Their Winter coat seems more purely white because of their black tails, bright black eyes and button nose. For several Winters I’ve enjoyed watching one that has visited our platform feeder to gnaw on the chunk of suet I put out for the birds. I marvel at the rapid movement, dashing back and forth, here one second, gone in a flash.
I’m guessing it’s one, as I’ve never seen two at the same time.
Last Winter, during a freeze/thaw period, after we had some plumbing issues that involved the plumber working in the crawl space under the house, we were visited by ‘Erma Herman’ in the middle of the night. I awoke to an alarmingly loud, squeaking/squealing sound coming from the kitchen and the cat “tharumping” across the floor, coming to a halt in front of the dryer, where I could see a tiny black nose poking out from underneath.
It had found its way in through the smallest of openings left by the plumber, making its way up the hoses for the washing machine and into the kitchen where the scent of cat food was calling. It took several nights, a mousetrap, which is still somewhere in the understructure of the house, several packages of steel wool and a roll of duct tape (Red Green would be proud) before it stopped coming in.
My neighbour, who no longer tries to keep chickens, is not a big fan of ermine, Winter or Summer.