Good Morning Dear Nature Cherishers,
So do you think that Nature listens in on our conversations, thoughts and then finds ways to interact with us? I know it sounds crazy…It’s just that I have experieced instances that made me wonder if she is our conversation partner. Take my last night conversation with a birder friend, who told me that she had heard the KINGFISHER call along the river, but hadn’t spotted it. I told her that I hadn’t seen either 1 of our 2 KINGFISHERS for some time and that I thought the lower river river resident had offspring this year. Early this morning I am watering our new Estuary Project native plants and what do I hear? The KINGFISHER’s call as it lands empty beaked on a willow bush close to the Crescent bridge. No fish in beak is somewhat an unusual sight, because KINGFISHER are such excellent fishers. I watch its unsuccessful dives for a while and decide that this must be a young bird that is still honing its fishing skills. Minutes later I meet up with one of my river compadres, who tells me that last week he saw a KINGFISHER flying over the river followed by 2 offsprings. Do you think my last night conversation prompted Nature to clarify my offspring musings?
And how about the Ladybug incident? A couple of months ago one of the houseless BEST members told me that years ago during a hike he came across a field that was filled with Ladybugs. That sight made him spend a long time enjoying his magical discovery. When he got home he found out that a huge amount of them had hitched hike a ride with him that they began to swarm out of his house to his neighbors. This story came up again yesterday and when we said good-bye I noticed a Ladybug on his neck. We both instantly took it as a good omen. We were certain that Nature was sending him encouragement for his efforts for a brighter future.
Maybe Nature will disclose the reason for this amusing, lengthly interaction that has me puzzled. Several days ago a PIED-billed GREBE parent paraded with its masked youngster back and forth front of 3 lined up AMERICAN COOTS, who watched the show with interest. The descendant, new to its river compadres, ventured into the COOTS line. After COOTS had taken a good look of this little one, they started to swim away. The PIED-billed GREBE parent swam after them with brood in tow. The COOTS had started harvesting the big supply of algae and were not paying attention to the presence of the GREBES. For a while they all foraged together and when the parent left with its charge the COOTS followed. The GREBES turned around, joined them and feeding commenced again. Then the COOTS swam off and this time the GREBES caught up with them, resulting in more joined foraging. This roundelay was still going on when I left. It intrigued me that COOTS didn’t mind the immature PIED-billed GREBE foraged right next to them while the parent kept a respectful scavenge distance. Was the parent introducing the chick to different foraging techniques?
Sending you all the joy of river’s Nature magic~ jane