A Photo a Week Challenge: Get Your Green On

Green for St. Patrick’s Day … and green for the coming spring. Even though the weather gurus are predicting snow for tomorrow night, I don’t believe it. Maybe we’ll have a few flakes, but nothing can stop nature. She’s moving forward away from winter with an unstoppable force.


It was the deepest green day of the summer and the Canada Geese were out in force.


The river was green by reflection of the trees and the brown backs of the geese only emphasized the color.


I don’t think it would dare snow, not now! And if, by some strange quirk of fate it does, it will melt in a day. The time for snow has passed.


Goosey goosey gander,
Whither shall I wander?
Upstairs and downstairs
And in my lady’s chamber.
There I met an old man
Who wouldn’t say his prayers,
So I took him by his left leg
And threw him down the stairs.

These geese were not afraid of us, but they weren’t tame either. Nor were they “office park” geese who will boldly go where no goose has gone before. These were wild geese, willing to let us share space as long as we didn’t get too close.

We did our best to be stealthy. No door slamming, driving into the parking lot slowly, quietly. No talking. Getting the cameras out in the car, then walking softly, getting as close as we could without making the birds nervous. And having very long zoom lenses on our cameras!



We got to the little park along the river at around three. A whole flock of Canada geese were waiting for us in the parking lot.


Just gaggling around, being goosy. Garry spotted them and we went into stealth mode.


Driving very slowly into the far end of the lot and not even closing the doors to the car. Shh!


Tiptoeing around, we tried to convince the geese to hang around. They did for a while. Then, they conferred.  Discussed the matter between themselves.


And off they went, down the river. But not before we got a few pictures. These are a few of mine.

Battle of the Nests – Chapter 3

When I first started following the drama at Whitins Pond, the Canada Geese had come and taken over the nest belonging to the pond‘s long term residents, Mr. and Mrs. Mute-Swan.

The battle is waged.

The battle is waged.

The daring fait accompli has not been without ramifications, however. The Mute-Swan family has built a new nest in an adjacent curve of the pond, a swampy, shallow area with excellent nearby food sources and a clear 360 degree view of the surrounding area.

Today, we followed Mr. Swan as he patrolled his piece of the pond, keeping a wary and belligerent eye out for The Enemy Geese.

Mr. Mute-Swan enters the narrow and shallow channels leading to the swampy area where the new nest has been built.

Mr. Mute-Swan enters the narrow and shallow channels leading to the swampy area where the new nest has been built.

Looking right left, then snaking his head behind, he headed for home by the most indirect route possible.


Garry and I, cameras hanging all over the place followed Mr. Swan’s passage through reeds and swamp grass. He made one brief check to make sure we were not a threat or, alternatively, packing goodies for him. I apologized but had not had the foresight to bring bread. Sorry kids. Next time!


Having ascertained that we were neither a threat nor a source of food, papa Swan proceeds to the nest where he joins Mrs. Swan who is still fixing up her nest and could really use a little help.


Together they enjoy a few cozy moments, rearranging pieces of grass and reeds and weeds and suchlike.

But ho! What evil lurks just beyond the nest? Those devil geese are spying on the new nest? Uh oh!


As you can imagine, the Mute-Swans were not happy about this. They stayed in their nest and made evil eyes at the geese until the Canada Geese took flight. Using a widely circuitous flying path, the geese returned to their (stolen) nest


You can run (fly) geese, but you cannot hide!  Mr. Mute-Swan because knows where you live because your nest was HIS nest before you snatched it. And Mr. Mute-Swan holds a grudge. If he had shoulders, there would be a very big chip on them.

After the geese flew home to the other end of the pond, mom and dad Mute-Swan spent a some more time snuggling and arranging furnishings.


Were the geese lulled into a false sense of security thinking that Mr. Swan forgave or forgot? Not on your life. As soon as the missus was settled in, Mr. Swan decided it was time to swim next door to harass bad neighbor Canada Geese.

Garry, stationed at the other end of the bridge, picks up from here.

Garry, stationed at the other end of the bridge, picks up from here.

Mr. Swan spots his hated neighbors.

“Aha!” he says in Swan-ese. “Never shall these evil geese know a moment’s peace while I’m on the pond!” Gathering himself together, he gets ready to show those geese a thing or two!

Attack mode!

Attack mode!


“I’ll show you, nest stealing demon geese!”

It’s going to be a long, hot summer down on Whitins Pond. Very long and hot, hot, hot!

What struck me the most about this was how human the birds’ behavior is. The geese, having already stolen the swans’ nest have no reason to keep bugging the swans. And the big male swan, having built a new nest, had no reason at all to go over to the geese and harass them. He was simply pissed off at the geese and wanted to get a little of his own back. He had clearly no intention or expectation that he would be able to drive the geese away. He just did it to annoy them. Pure revenge.

I didn’t know birds could hold a grudge. I didn’t think water fowl committed acts of vengeance. I didn’t know animals could behave in a way that is as petty as people. I’m betting that although the geese won the battle, they will never know a moment’s peace on Whitins Pond because that big bad Mr. Swan is not going to ever forgive or forget the insult of having his nesting place usurped by a couple of geese.

That’s about as human as it gets. Next thing you know, they’ll be setting up a government and giving tickets for swimming too fast in the channels.


Fowl Invasion

It’s spring and the swans are back on the ponds and have built a nest along the shallow marshy edge. Today, the Canada geese came and tried … and I think succeeded … in driving them out of their nest. I managed to catch some of the action.

The photo was taken using a very long zoom lens at nearly full extension so I couldn’t really see what was going on, but the camera could.

The geese first surrounded the nest, then the battle was on. The mother swan was outnumbered and by the time her mate arrived, it appeared too late to save the nest. In any case, Canada geese are notorious nest stealers and far more aggressive than swans.

My swans were out-gunned. Or maybe out-beaked.

The battle is on, but I do not think it went well for the swan.

The battle is on, but I do not think it went well for the swan.

No humans were involved. This is a battle that has gone on since the beginning of time, bird against bird.

I hope the swans regroup and build a new nest. I would miss them very much if they leave my pond.