Monday, May 15, 2023

White pelican

Doubtless unaware of her preference for brown pelicans, or perhaps trying to win her over, this white pelican at Pawnee Lake swam over to Jessica to have his picture made.

And then he and a bunch of his friends flew off into the sunset.  

Saturday, May 13, 2023

Blue and white

Snow geese and blue goose (which is also a snow goose) on a pond near Alda, Nebraska, in the central Platte River Valley. These are lesser snows, Anser caerulescens caerulescens. Millions of lessers migrate through here every spring; we took these photos in large part because of the novelty of seeing fewer than several thousand in one place.

The "blue" form was once considered to be a separate species; it is rare in the greater snow goose (A. c. atlanticus) and extremely rare in the closely related Ross's goose (A. rossii).

Even among lesser snow geese, blues are less common than white snows despite blue being genetically dominant to white. (A similar phenomenon is seen in Australia's Gouldian finch: red-headed Gouldians outnumber black-headed ones by a wide margin, but black is genetically dominant to red.) 

Geese, as a group, imprint hard (think of Konrad Lorenz and his greylags), and snow geese preferentially mate with geese resembling their parents. A mixed pair such as this one (I took them to be a pair, at any rate) will likely have a mixed clutch of blues and snows, who as adults will pair with either blues or snows themselves. 

Friday, May 12, 2023

Cornfields, ponds, and the river

I spent part of my morning watching Baltimore orioles at our feeder—they arrived in the neighbourhood on Saturday, and found us within a couple of days—and was reminded that I've been remiss: the birds of summer are here, and I'm still sitting on pictures from the migration. So here I will share an afternoon and evening Jessa and I spent with the sandhill cranes back in March. (These birds are in Canada, Alaska, and Siberia now.) It was an overcast day, so some of Jessica's photos are rather soft-focus, but I think it gives them a nice painterly look.

Saturday, April 15, 2023

An odd pairing

We found this spot in the Ozarks, not far from Rocky Falls: daffodils growing in association with yucca. Evidently some homesteader planted the daffodils here long ago—the yucca is probably native, but I was still left to imagine Wordsworth wandering lonely as a cloud somewhere on the high plains...

Friday, April 14, 2023

Rocky Falls

Rocky Falls, in the Mark Twain National Forest, was a bit out of our way but a worthwhile detour. The National Park Service has a bit on its geology here.