Wolf Howl

Algonquin Wolf Howl by Earl Plato
I tried to set some goals for my nature writing each year.
One year my goal was to return to Algonquin Park for the August wolf howls. Wolf howls? Do you know what I mean? Thursday nights in August some of the park rangers arrange for a drive to a lake where packs of wolves will howl away the night. I called the park and a ranger said to get there early lke shortly after seven. We arrived at 6:15 p.m. First row ready to go. We had paid $6 for the privilege. There was ample room for 600 cars in the parking lots. Countless cars arrived. Darkness eventually came. Workers with flashlights began ushering the lot across the way. Hey, we were here first. Hundreds of cars headed out to the highway. I had been mislead! Not so. The first 300 drove past the site and turned around and came back, We simply headed down the road and ended at the site. We were the first car! Great! In a hout or so we heard the first howls that sounded so clearly. For over an hour we were serenaded by the Algonquin wolves. We were told that a group of rangers the previous week had ascertained where the pack would be for a Thursday. I wondered about rainy nights. Would there still be a wolf howl? Worth.the effort.

When Nature Calls

Saturday, May 31, 2008
Gone South
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Gone South Earl Plato
To my traveling readers I often wonder what you see in nature when you head south or points west. Our neigbours, the Marchands, and others I know had headed again for Florida this past winter. I am always on the lookout for nature stories. This is my tenth year with the Review and I am still interested in writing about the great outdoors. Readers know that I am not a learned scientist but just a person who likes most aspects of nature. Following is an interesting nature scenario.
John Plyley of Stevensville had provided me with a series of unusual bird photos from his winter residence in Florida. I finally visited John at Ridgewood Manor the end of May where he is the seniors’ administrator. Armed with John’s photos we sat down to discuss the photos. Of course there was the anhinga, the “snake” bird. It had caught a large catfish. Normally these birds with the long serpentine-like neck throw the catch into the air and swallow it head first. Not this time. John snapped the poor anhinga trying to swallow the large fish on the grass in his front yard.
So what happened? The next photos show a large hawk take over. “Big buddy” moved in and the anhinga with his webbed feet were no match for this hawk. Armed with talons and a fierce beak he started eating the catfish. Thank you Mr. anhinga.
When John first gave me the photos when he returned from Florida I tried to decide what hawk species it was. I had one time thought that the bird was a Mississippi Kite. C’mon Plato! They are essentially insect eaters and on the fly too as they gobble down cicadas and other flying insects. My Audubon research book says that they occasionally eat lizards. This prey was a huge catfish. Rule out the kite.
I had forgotten my magnifying glass. That would have helped.
“It looks like a Red-tailed hawk.” I said. “Can’t be, they eat voles and mice in our area. Red-shouldered? Not in this area of Florida. With my Peterson Book I looked up the ranges of hawks. Guess what? Red-tails are in Florida all year around!
John said, “Earl, I’ll have the photo blown up.” He did and dropped the photo off. The term “morph” means different colours of the same species. Here was a light coloured Red-tail with a flecked breast. Then I went back to my huge Audubon Reference book. Listen to this. On page 484 in the Hawk section we read this about Red-tails. : “Feeding habits...Carp and catfishes caught at the edge of water.”
Now the list of what they catch and eat is a long list. Pardon me. If you have a friendly “buddy” like an anhinga you don’t have to catch you just have to eat.
Thanks John Plyley for the interesting photos.
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I first visited Marcy’s Woods with the late naturalist, Bert Miller, as a ten year old. Years passed and back in the ‘80’s I again made regular visits to this Carolinian gem. I guess that I have made hundreds of trips to the woods. Today I take a Grade Three Class from Ridgeway Public. My brother, Ed, asked me about my last acle and the falling limb scenario. C’mon Plato did you actually have a branch fall down near you just off the trail? As I walk the Lower Trail I see places where trees and branches have fallen probably by the force from fierce winds. One Blue Beech, a large specimen, has been uprooted. Some large trees that have fallen over the trail have had to be cut and pulled off the path. Broken branches hang in various places on the sand ridges. Potential danger. Yes.
Come with me for a walk and I’ll show you some of these natural incidents. In fact I’ll show you the branch that just missed me!
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Friday, May 30, 2008
old times
nature article Earl Plato
Yes, I admit that I am an old story teller. This past Saturday I helped to lead some members of the Niagara Frontier Botanical Society from New York State courtesy of our Bert Miller Nature Club in a walk through Marcy’s Woods. I had asked club director, Dr. Rick Stockton, to help me. Thanks Rick. The weather was perfect and only a few mosquitoes. I am an amateur naturalist so why am I leading? It was a privilege for I always learn something new. These people were very knowledgeable and if you know anything about botanists they are a delight to hear as they try to determine a special species. It was a slow deliberate walk with them and they had asked me to at least show the way along the Upper Trail first and then back along the Lower Trail. At one stop I took the time to tell one of my stories. Those who know me have heard it over the years.
My first car was a blue elderly Dodge sedan and one weekend Tom Behring and I headed out in it to Letchworth State Park. We were both old Boy Scouts and reasonably prepared for a good weekend. Tom was a good swimmer and with goggles and fins did portions of the Genesee River. I prepared something to eat. From an old Coleman Cooler I extracted some good Canadian bacon and in one of my mother’s old cast iron frying pan I fried some bacon. No, I didn’t soak some of the bacon juice with my bread as some of my relatives do. Tom arrived from his swim and appreciated my efforts. Later he made the comment, “Earl, there’s some scouring rush.” I took the greasy frying pan to the growth of scouring rushes and pulled some of these rushes. On the end of each stem was a mound of fine flour-like sandy dust. I recall scrubbing the pan and in a short time I had cleaned the pan and rinsed it in the shallow water of the fast flowing river Our late scoutmaster Ed Hayton had shown us the effective scouring power of Horsetails (Scouring Rush). Every time I lead a group in Marcy’s I tell that same story if I remember. It is a pleasant memory.
Books on the life of Ontario’s pioneers including “Roughing It In The Bush” by Susanah Moodie. refer to the “scouring rushes” were used to clean dirty dishes and particularly intransigent cooking pots.
These plants are members of the unique genus Equisetum hyemale. Its tough greenish stems possesses almost invisible rows of projecting silicon crystal - thus the name scouring rush. If you come with me I’ll demonstrate the cutting power of these crystals by rubbing a stem of this species gently against the flat of your fingernail and I may even tell you my old story.
Our botanists from Buffalo discussed how these plants reproduce. Too technical for me. A characteristic peculiar to these horsetails is their jointed “bamboo-like” stems. I usually, with a little effort, pull a section apart. We used to use a piece of stiff wire to open a section and you then would have a straw that lasted for quite sometime.
Later on in the season a fringe grows out from each stem section. Is this where the name “Horsetails” comes from? Marcy’s Woods has the greatest stand of these unique plants that I know of in the area. Bert Miller took me there as a lad over fifty years ago. Heaven forbid that developers move in and destroy Fort Erie’s natural heritage there. The gracious late Dr. George Marcy intended it for a Nature Reserve forever. Besides I want to keep telling my old story.
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Chukar?
nature article Earl Plato
What a beautiful bird. Ross and Gary Bearss called. They had found this bird. What was it? Earl would know. Not. I made some wild guesses but none seemed to fit. Gary brought the bird in a cage to me. It was quiet and seemed undisturbed. Gary took it in his hand so I could snap it. No problem.
I went to all my bird books and my Peterson computer Multimedia Guide. No luck but found out later it was there. Let me describe it.
Pigeon-size, it was a soft gray-brown colour. What I saw was a clean-cut black necklace. I said, “ Plover family?”. Ross pointed out, “But it has a red beak and red legs!” Its side were boldly barred with black rows. Wow! Gary spread out its rufous coloured tail. Its throat was lightly coloured. Truly a beautiful bird. It remained calm.
The Bearss left and I spent more time researching. No luck. Ross called later. It was a Chukar quail. It was an Asian species. Like our Chinese pheasant it was introduced as a game bird. But where? The Peterson Guide map show its range is in the American West and our British Columbia. How did the Chukar get here? Alberta Clipper? One thing I found out. It eats Russian olives and Ross Bearss has these trees at his Ridge home.
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Nature Calls
Feed the Birds Earl Plato

I heard the rumbles. Feed English sparrows and starlings while our song birds go hungry! My brother, Ed , said a fellow church member of his remarked, “Tell that writer brother of yours that when the bluebirds return I’ll ship up all the sparrows and starlings he wants!” Plato, not much support for my feeding all the birds regardless of size, colour or denomination.
Defence. Remember where I was in the 1980’s. On the farm with lots of feed for all. Remember that if I didn’t feed the sparrows and starlings, where would they end up? - at your feeders in Ridgeway maybe even in Fort Erie!
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Gone from South Kaobel Road is the old oak tree that once harboured Red-tails and countless Turkey vultures. It stood there for years all alone and now it’s gone. Question. Was it once the custom on farms in the area to plant a sapling in the year in which a family baby was born? Was it usually some large-growing tree, long-lived species that would stand out in the landscape such as an elm, oak or sugar maple?
Farmers out there do you recognize this tree planting custom? Call me at 894-2417 if you have a story to share.
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Earth lesson? None better than scientist, Bob McDonald of C.B.C.’s Quirks and Quarks. 100 members and friends of the Bert Miller Nature Club were enthralled on December 18 at the Stevensville Conservation Club.
You think that Bob is great on radio you have to experience him in the flesh. He’s a ‘grabber.’ That is he gets your attention right from the start. How much fresh water on earth? Using two of our teenagers, Jessica Winger and Rob Eberly, and a full glass of fresh water, he dramatically showed how much fresh water is actually available. Jessica survived his continual order, “Take a drink, Jessica. Wait a second!”
Bob reminded us that we who live on the periphery of the Great lakes, live near the largest bodies of fresh water in the world. What are we doing to protect and preserve this vital source? Bob is extremely funny but he can be dead serious.
Bob McDonald is a space scientist and with the use of excellent slides he took us around the world, the moon, to Mars, Saturn and unique moons such as Europa. He discussed the effect of gravity and the fact that we really don’t know enough about the phenomenon.
He described a night in Tanzania and the disclosure of the heavens in that part of he world. He mesmerized you with this vivid experience that he had. Are we alone in the universe? The need to have the right criteria for life on this circular ball of stone, earth, is critical. He pointed out that so far the planets and moons are devoid of life.
Bob encourages young people especially “To get outside and experience reality. Think about this world!”
Winter time - clear nights. Dress warmly and step out and look up. Get acquainted with the starry heavens. Why not?
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Thursday, May 29, 2008
The Wood duck
Sad but True Earl Plato
\A beautiful, crested multicoloured small duck that
reappeared in Marcy Wood pond this spring. Ten years ago a pair nested at the pond area for three consecutive springs. This year just the strikingly male
Wood duck. At Stevensville Conservation Club wood duck boxes were placed near the creek. Hope was to attract a pair. Wood ducks have a habit of nesting in tree cavities. Marcy Woods has a lot of them. This enables tem to breed in areas lacking ground cover. The young leave the nest soon after hatching. I have been told that the parents eject the young unceremoniously. “Time to fly, kids!” Sadly t he Stevensville pond area six wood duckling swam after mother. I monitored the mother and young ones for a few weeks. You know the story. A large snapping turtle took all the little ones. I observed a snapper take one. Audubon Guide says, “Snapping turtles take a heavy toll of them.” I know.
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In Marcy Wood Pond 2008 a Wood duck


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Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Skunk Cabbage


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Monday, May 26, 2008
Martin Time
Nature Calls Earl Plato

It was over fifty years ago that the late Fort Erie naturalist Bert Miller wrote only two words down in his daily log book- Skunk Cabbage. He recorded the location of it on Halloway bay Road and the early spring date. Rob Eberly, president of the Bert Miller Nature Club, has seen that we have saved Bert’s great volume of records. Bert taught me as a youth to keep nature logs and I have over the years. Two words that I recorded in one of my little books were- martins return. the date - April 17th, 1987. Almost to the day our twenty or so Purple martins would return each year to our two large martin houses at the family farm. Amazing. Were they the same migrating colonies each year? I don’t know. Some research tells me that the males arrive first followed within a day or two by the females. Why? It makes sense that the male martins check the sites out first. Purple plumaged? Not really. Look closely, The male is not purple but uniformly blue-black throughout. They appear black from a distance. They have a moderately forked tail. Females are gray to white below. Their upperparts are mixed blue and gray. No purple there either. The late Art Box in Fort Erie sold many a martin house in his day. Art’s structures were such that you could lower them to the ground. You clean out the many nesting sites and prepare it for the martins’ arrival. But, as often happened, English sparrows would take advantage of the empty nesting sections. Art would demonstrate with his martin houses. Lower the house again and clean out the sparrow nests. That usually was enough to discourage any further pirating of the martin house until their mid-April arrival. I love Purple martins. They make a twittering sound as they ready their nests. They catch insects on the fly. This was mosquito country and the avaricious martins did a good job of controlling them at the farm. Interested in bringing martins to your property? Read up the literature on the Internet. Buy a good martin house and hope that the scouts will check yours out. I was told that a pond or body of water must be nearby, Not so. We had no water right there on the farm and we had Purple martins each year. Check out the literature at the library too. Best of all ask someone who has been successful in attracting this delightful member of the swallow family.
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Sunday, May 25, 2008
The Great Gray Problem A Few Years Ago
The Great Gray Nature Is Calling You Earl Plato

From Marcie Jacklin, one of the great ‘birders’ in our Bert Miller Nature Club I quote, “ Migration has taken a turn for the better after that wonderful last weekend.” I have said that I had seen at least 100 Turkey vultures at Beamer’s Point above Grimsby. Marcie reported via her e-mail the following: “ ... viewed hundreds of vultures soaring in from the southeast. They were everywhere, a count of 1400 for the day.” 1400! I am heading for Beamer’s Point again with daughter Diane this week. She’ll make sure that I count correctly. 100 shouldn’t be hard to beat, eh?
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Readers of my articles may remember my Great Gray owl writeup. The Owl Foundation in Vineland, Ontario has been overwhelmed by the number of Great Gray Owls it has admitted this past year. They have received over 40 Great Grays far over the usual number. Some require immediate surgery and some are so badly injured that they are humanely put down. Others just need a safe place to recover. They will be assessed for their potential early or ultimate release. What a beautiful raptor it is. The Owl Foundation relies almost exclusively on private donations.
Kay McKeever, founder and president , would appreciate financial help with this unprecedented influx of Great Grays. Tax deductible contributions. Write to: The Owl Foundation. RR1 Vineland Station Ontario LOR 2EO View Website: www.theowlfoundation.ca
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The Friendship Trail in Fort Erie is open again. Reports from frequent walkers such as Keith Bailey of Crescent park report seeing many birds and a Bald eagle. This could be the same eagle reported in the same area the past month. All three sightings were in the same general area.
Have the eagles finally landed? Tim Seburn of the Bert Miller Nature Club reported a pair of Bald eagles building a nest on the northeast corner of Navy Island. Elaine and I went to the Chippawa area and set up the bird scope. There appears to be a nest on the east side (facing New York State) of this uninhabited Canadian Island. We hope so. Have you seen any ‘Balds’ lately? Birds that is.
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Saturday, May 24, 2008
Point Abino Ontario
Nature is calling Earl Plato

It’s another great weather day on Monday in May at Point Abino. As a Federation of Ontario naturalist I enter through the gates and head for Brown Road. What a change in a week wild plant-wise.
Again I am solo. Don’t get me wrong I enjoy companionship but I am in a private setting. I pull off the end of the road and this time I take my bird glasses and my new walking stick. It’s after nine o’clock as I ramble westwards down the Bert Miller Nature Trail. As I go I remove small and large branches until I reach a large fallen ash. I sit down and listen. “Purdy, Purdy, Purdy.” Bird heaven. Ahead Dutchman’s breeches , wild leeks, trout lily. and bloodroot - all in blossom this day.
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Lake George NY and snakes
Nature Calls Earl Plato

Is Lake George, New York State, the Queen of American Lakes ? I believe it is. The 32 mile long lake is fed by mammoth underground springs. It includes 108 miles of shoreline and about 300 islands. Now an island here could be a few square yards of rock peaking out on the surface. Or one we passed by on our steamship, Mohican, that was over a mile long. It was a state owned island with plenty of places to dock and camp for $17 a day. We were at Lake George for two days in late September. The last time we were headed there was September 11th, 2001! You know what happened then. We headed home pronto but with the desire to see this gem of a lake once again. This time in late September it was perfect weather. The deciduous trees were at about 40% of their full Fall foliage colour. Yes, there were some brilliant reds appearing in the maples. Alas, the amusement park with our old Crystal Beach Comet coaster ride was closed for the season. However, Lake George area is truly a “gem” in many ways.
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As we passed slowly by the mile long state park island on Lake George the captain told us that campers there should wear high boots. Why? Timber rattlers exist there! Garter snakes galore and Red bellies too? I think so. I have walked and climbed the hills and mountains in the Adirondack region over the years, I have seen both Timber rattlesnakes and the Redbelly snakes. However, the last time I saw a Redbelly locally was on an upward path in our own Shorthills Provincial Park. Ernie Giles stopped Debbie and I. “Look there’s a Redbelly.” Only about a foot long it is a beautiful little snake. Ernie turned the snake over and there was a brick-red belly separated from the sides by small black spots. I had thought that it was just another Garter snake as its back was a dark brown. Not so. Ernie pointed to three yellow spots on its neck like a necklace. It had a white throat. Most attractive. Turn your garter snake over, eh. You may have a non-venomous Red belly! Ernie, the consummate naturalist, said, “Smell this, Earl.” It was a mild musky odour that Red bellies exude when threatened. Be curious in nature.
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They're Back!
Big Bird by Earl Plato

Think big. In that great little pocket of Carolinian Canada, Marcy Woods, pileated woodpeckers were seen and heard.
When? This second week in May, 2008. Have you ever heard the “Cuk-cuk-cuk-cuk” of this our largest woodpecker or its loud tapping sounds? “Rat-a-tat-tat-tat.”
I have taped their calls and drillings in Marcy Woods in past years. They love the Yellow birch as shown by the big cavities that they have chiselled out. See photo below. Yellow birch trees flourish here. Unlike our white paper birch the yellows live several decades more. Walk the Lower Trail and off to your north you will see these good sized trees with their buttery coloured curled back strips of bark.
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Pileated woodpecker Wendy Booth


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Thursday, May 22, 2008
Marcy Pond


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Marcy Oh Marcy Woods
Nature Calls Earl Plato
We were away heading west to Lake Huron. No one told me about the Review article. C’mon Plato, that’s your excuse? Truly, I missed the piece about Marcy Woods. I assume friends thought I knew. In the article Mr. Dino DiCienzo Sr. is standing before the Marcy cabin. I recently received a copy of that September piece from a reader of my nature column. Review reporter, Corey Larocque, has a good write-up for many reasons. I now have hope. John Lessle, nature photographer from Buffalo, called the other day.
John is a wiry 86 year old. He asked, “Earl, how about chances of walking Marcy Woods this spring?” I told him that the new owners have ‘no trespassing signs’ at the Marcy farm. This is understandable.
However, good news from the new owners, the DiCienzos, for us nature lovers. Their mandate is that if visitors respect the Woods as nature lovers they are welcome there for hiking. No farm entry anymore but access through the regular entrance at the Kennels will be possible. That’s all I ask for John and me and other nature lovers. Thanks for the opportunity to visit an old friend, Marcy Woods, with an old American friend. The “Marcy Legacy” lives on. Thank you Mr. DiCienzo.
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I'm no beaver!


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I Don't Give a Dam.
NATURE CALLS Earl Plato
This recent call from a Niagara Falls reader confirmed again that there are beavers on the loose in Niagara. “On the Welland River near the S.P.C.A. there are beavers felling trees.” Over the past several years we have had beavers sighted in rural east Port Colborne and at Point Abino in Fort Erie. Our national emblem is trying to reestablish itself again. This was great beaver country once and after the decimation of the Attiwandarons (Neutral) indians in the 1600’s our Niagara peninsula remained a great beaver hunting ground for the Seneca Iroquois, Thanks to Tim Tiner in his Wild Woods Guide for the following background on the beaver, builder of dams and fortunes. “Mad as a hatter!” What does that have to do with our beaver, Castor canadensis? Read on. Europeans came regularly to Canada for the cod but it was the beaver that beckoned them into our interior. With the European beaver becoming virtually extinct visiting vessels tapped into a luxury market in beaver pelts. Local natives were only too happy to trade for metal tools and implements. Europeans in the upper classes craved broad hats made of beaver pelts, BUT! Mercury was used to separate the fur from the longer guard hairs and to break it down to felt. Sadly the poisonous mercury caused mental deterioration among the ungloved hatmakers. The expression “mad as a hatter,” became associated with the beaver pelt industry. A sad price to pay for fashion. eh?
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Eagles and more eagles. The American Bald eagle is attempting to return to Niagara. Rick Stockton, vice - president of the Bert Miller Nature Club, saw a pair out in Lake Erie off Thunder Bay recently. He also cited the fact that a pair were working on a nest on Strawberry Island. One was carrying a large branch to an old cormorant nest! I know where those old double crested cormorants nested. Let’s hope that they settle down on this tiny island just north of Fort Erie. This past Saturday I set up my bird scope on the river bank across from the island. Bob Summerville, local birder, pulled up behind us and we both looked for the birds and any signs of nest activities. No luck this day. If we are fortunate it will be the first eagles’ nest on this top end of the Niagara River since 1940. What a wonderful sight to behold. Keep birding.
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A small wee bird BUT
Bell- Hummingbird.08 Earl Plato

“Faster than a speeding bullet.” We are on our way to rural Wainfleet this late April day, 2008 to see our daughter, Son-in-law, and two grandsons AND the Ruby-throated hummingbirds.
The Stokes ask the question - “What is it about hummingbirds that we humans find so fascinating?” Each year at the O’Brien’s we watch these delightful little guys flit about the feeders. I believe that their tiny size is the main reason. The Ruby-throated weighs only a tenth of an ounce and measures 3 and ¾ inches ( 9 cm). As they hover near the feeder you see their sparkling jewel-like plumage.
Grandson Lucas netted one trapped in the garage. It was flying into the walls trying to escape. “So small, grandpa. It played dead but when I opened the net it flew away.” I enjoy watching the antics of these miniscule songbirds.
Watch the hummingbirds that come to your yard. Wife, Elaine, is buying a hummingbird feeder for our back deck. There is still much to be learned about their behaviour. What are the patterns about their relations between male and female, adults of he same sex, and adults and young? Hummingbirds are very aggressive around their food sources. Wild times at the O’Brien feeders, I know. You will see much chasing and displaying, sometimes even directed at humans! The Ruby-throated hummingbird nest is the size of a thimble. Amazing world we live in, eh.
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A small wee bird BUT
Bell- Hummingbird.08 Earl Plato

“Faster than a speeding bullet.” We are on our way to rural Wainfleet this late April day, 2008 to see our daughter, Son-in-law, and two grandsons AND the Ruby-throated hummingbirds.
The Stokes ask the question - “What is it about hummingbirds that we humans find so fascinating?” Each year at the O’Brien’s we watch these delightful little guys flit about the feeders. I believe that their tiny size is the main reason. The Ruby-throated weighs only a tenth of an ounce and measures 3 and ¾ inches ( 9 cm). As they hover near the feeder you see their sparkling jewel-like plumage.
Grandson Lucas netted one trapped in the garage. It was flying into the walls trying to escape. “So small, grandpa. It played dead but when I opened the net it flew away.” I enjoy watching the antics of these miniscule songbirds.
Watch the hummingbirds that come to your yard. Wife, Elaine, is buying a hummingbird feeder for our back deck. There is still much to be learned about their behaviour. What are the patterns about their relations between male and female, adults of he same sex, and adults and young? Hummingbirds are very aggressive around their food sources. Wild times at the O’Brien feeders, I know. You will see much chasing and displaying, sometimes even directed at humans! The Ruby-throated hummingbird nest is the size of a thimble. Amazing world we live in, eh.
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Go For It!
Bell 11.08 Earl Plato\

A Retiree Goes to Hawk Mountain

When retirement comes you should have a plan for enjoying each day the Lord has given you. I know enjoyment comes in many forms. Some retired people I know find joys some days visiting the sick in their homes or hospitals. That’s great. Some play a round of golf with their friends. Many retirees I know just like to take a good walk. Be active. Be useful while you can.
I was on a hawk watch. I planned to visit famous Hawk Mountain in north eastern Pennsylvania. This raptor sanctuary is both remote but accessible. We drove a divided highway most of the way. We drove in rain and arrived in rain. My computer oriented weather forecast had let me down. Torrential downpour. The weather was lousy, with waves of torrential rain pelting Hawk Mountain. Take it easy. There’s always tomorrow. We headed to Reading for the night. It was about twenty miles south. We came back to the sanctuary next day as the sun burst through. We had come all this way to see hawks. We went to the outdoor theatre where two park rangers gave us a hawk and owl lessons. They had two permanently damaged birds. The first was a nine year old red-tiled hawk The second was a Great horned owl. All of us asked many questions of the two knowledgeable rangers. It was a worthwhile experience. Then the rains came again, Head for the center, eh. The center had various dioramas and well presented. Both Ed and I bought Hawk mountain caps, We paid our $3.00 for the climb. The monies were used to run the sanctuary/\Note: Years ago Hawk Mountain was a place where target shooters would come in the fall to kill thousands and thousands of migrating hawks. It was a wanton slaughter! Not now. The land is posted and well-guarded by the park rangers We didn’t minding paying the fee. Yes three of us had good climbing boots. I had my Shenandoah walking staff , however, this time because of the slippery rocks it as more of a detriment. Most of the people we met on the arduous climb were hawk watcher enthusiasts. We read the trail markers. I decided to take the short trail to the North Lookout. Mistake! It was a bad move. Huge twenty foot high boulders confronted us. The next half hour was spent climbing this tortuous path. Finally we reached the other side. Here the trail was much easier. We rested. It was misty and visibility poor. There were about ten of us gathered there on the top of Hawk Mountain. Poor day we saw and heard a pair of sharp-shinned hawks. That was it. The rains returned and we headed for the woods and the downward path. A great place but with terrible weather for we three Canadians.
Lesson learned. Call or e-mail ahead to determine good weather times. Elaine and I are planning a return in the Fall of 08.
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Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Tough Guys Mute Swans in Fort Erie?
Bell21.08
Bad Guys in Fort Erie? By Earl Plato
The photo below shows two beautiful swans. Right?
Looks can be deceiving. Look closely at the swans. See the prominent black knob at the base of the orange bill. You have mute swans. These guys were introduced from Europe. When? I don’t know. These guys are tough when it comes to nesting. Beware of Cygnus color when they are breeding. A pair will defend the nest and young against all comers. Case in point. A pair of breeding mallard try to establish a nesting site by mutes. No way. The inoffensive mallards are driven harshly away. Humans too look out. They can use their powerful wings and strong bills to inflict some damage. I have been struck by the wings of domestic geese. It hurts. Mute swans have a much powerful hitting force. Mute swans are extremely handsome birds I admit, however, their less than friendly social skills are not admired. Marcy Jacklin, bird expert from Brock University tells us that Fot Erie has been lucky. Trumpeter and Tundra swans are welcome on our waters. We have been blessed with large numbers these past years. Thankfully only a few mute swans. Look again at the photo, eh.
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Mute Swans photo by Donna Duplax


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Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Ginkgo
Bell17.08 Gingko by Earl Plato
It’s good to have friends contact you by e-mail or by snail mail. Cynthia Skinner is one of those friends who supplies me with newspaper nature articles. Cynthia works the winter in Arkansas as a nurse. Soon she will return to her Sherkston, Ontario home. I will meet her at the next Bert Miller Nature Club meeting and thank her. One of her articles clipped from the Arkansas Democrat Gazette caught my eye. It was about that primitive Ginkgo tree. I had viewed this unique tree at Longwood Gardens near Philadelphia, PA. It was a huge tree well over 100 years old. On returning home I was told about the Gingko tree east of the parking lot at the historic MacFarlane House on the Niagara Parkway. I know the tree and its unusual leaf, This is the tree of the dinosaur age. (Ginkgo biloba) has few close elatives. We are told that they are deciduous that grow to 100 feet or more. Gingko trees in China are reported to be several centuries old! I have a pressed ginkgo leaf. It is a triangular, fan-shaped leaf with prominent veins running the length of the leaf. You know I like the colour yellow in nature. Visit he MacFarlane house this fall. Want a striking fall colour effect? The gingko leaves turn to a beautiful golden yellow.
Note: The fleshy yellow fruit produced on female ginkgo trees are stinky. Naturalist friend Ernie said they are reminiscent of fresh “dog poop.” However, each fruit produces a big (supposedly) edible seed.
Gingko trees - look for them in Niagara.
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Sunday, May 18, 2008
Good Sense, eh!
Senses Earl Plato

My smelling sense is okay. For me it’s eyesight. I need to be with some one who has good eyesight. They sight the bird and then I have a little time to focus on it. We have the Hooded warbler on the Upper Trail at Marcy Woods. My hearing is good and I have taped the call of the Hooded warbler. It’s a loud song that’s whistled - “weeta-wee-tee-o” Listen for a metallic “Chink, chink” too as it forages. I am trying to see it this weekend. Do you have good eyesight? It has a black hood and bib and a bright yellow face. I hope to see one but I may need help.
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Rediscovered in 2006! Thanks to the University of Guelph Field Naturalists at Marcy Woods this past Saturday. We had just met owner Dino Di Cienzo who greeted us on the Lower Trail. As we walked along I told Kevin Butt, the Guelph botanist, about the Wild Ginger plant. When I was ten or so my father and I went with naturalist Bert Miller to Niagara Glen. Bert had a plan for the Woods. He removed a number of these plants. That same day we went to Abino Woods ( it was known then as Marcy Woods) and transplanted them around a large maple tree on the Lower Trail east of the cabin. There they grew for years. Lift up the heart-shaped leaves of this low lying plant and find a curious purple-brown flower. Since I have returned to Marcy Woods I couldn’t find the Wild Ginger. Thanks to Peter Foebel, a past President of the Bert Miller Nature Club, who told me recently, “Earl, they’re still there near the stump.” We stood at the huge overturned maple stump when Kevin of Guelph Field naturalists called to me. “Here they are at the back of the stump!” One of the lady naturalists found some others of them while walking up to the cabin. It’s too early for the flowers yet but a great rediscovery for plant lovers of the Woods. Be excited about nature offerings.
Writer’s note: The root has a strong ginger-like odour. Don’t dig up this rare plant or an plant on this private protected property! In the old days the late Fort Erie naturalist Bert Miller told us that when the root was cooked with brown sugar it was used by the early settlers as a confectionary. By itself it could be used as a substitute for ginger. Ginger bread cookies comes to mind. How are your taste buds?
Note: Rob Eberly, Ridgeway naturalist, has a fine growth of Wild Ginger growing at his place, Very Impressive.
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Friday, May 16, 2008
Marcy Beach winter time


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Marcy Beach


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Marcy Beach 2008
The scene above is that of the shoreline of the Marcy Woods property. The photo is deceiving. Why? The absence of trees. Dr. George Marcy and friends planted more than 10,000 trees over the years. While other beach landowners paid thousands to build rock barriers the good doctor did it naturally. Visit the property today in 2008 and see a wide, beautiful beach. East and west from the property you see narrow beaches in front of the huge stone man made walls. Thank you Dr. Marcy.
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Thursday, May 15, 2008
The 'Rock"
Newfoundland 2006 Earl Plato
Fraser Churchill born and aised in Newfondland was glad that my wife, Elaine, made it to the “Rock.” “When are you going back? He asked recently this may. Here’s an article I wrote for he Niagara Falls Rev1ew last year.
We were told that there were no snakes or skunks in Newfoundland. During our ten days in Newfoundland we saw no road kill. Yes, they have raccoons and squirrels. We saw twelve moose mainly on the west side of the province. Most of these giant animals were in the wetlands. We saw a few near the only highway in the area. There were signs to warn us of moose crossing areas. Our big Denure tour bus meeting a bull moose circa 2,000 lb. would be quite a collision. At Twillingate in the north at the local lighthouse point we saw several Humpback whales as they jetted their sprays into the air. These are huge mammals as I found out later. At Grand Falls we visited the giant salmon ladder. The Atlantic salmon are raised there and when large enough climb the man-made ladder to reach the upper reaches of the Exploits River where they spawn. You can see these fish up close through a glassed in area. Salmon and cod were on the menu all over the island. Excellent eating. On to St. John’s where I went on a whale watching hunt on a catamaran. All ready cancelled the day before because of stormy weather we braved the elements the next day. After all we had come this far to see whales up close. I normally can take care of boat motion, however, I took a Gravol and it worked. Several people were seasick as the boat plunged into the rolling waves. Then a mother Humpback and her young came into sight. A marvellous view as they dove and emerged. The mother whale blowing her jet of water. Four dolphins passed by us as we headed for Puffin island. Hundreds of Kittiwakes and thousands of Puffins were seen and smelled. The ammonia from their droppings assailed our nostrils as we neared the cliffs. Countless nesting holes on the cliff side held these colourful Puffins called “Sea parrots.” A rare sighting of a Northern Phalarope was shown to me by one of the boatmen. As I viewed it with my binoculars he said, “That’s a female phalarope. They’re the colourful one. Brighter than the male. He’s the one who incubates the eggs,” as he chuckled. Was he kidding me? Not so. Check it out. The “Rock” is a great place to visit. However, we saw only one lonely iceberg. Plenty of flora and fauna though.
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Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Mr. "Eagle" man Bob Chambers
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He’s gone. Mr. ‘Eagle’ is gone. Bob Chambers passed away
suddenly in May, 2008. Gone is a man who knew the presence of the Bald eagle locally as well as anyone I knew. Whether it be eagles on Navy Island or an eerie on the Grand River near Dunnville Bob would investigate their presence. Even after being confined to a wheelchair he used the internet to keep informed. Many of us in the Bert Miller Nature Club will miss him. He was an amazing man. Bob would dedicate himself completely to a project. Bob was intimately involved in the Peregrine falcon Watch at Niagara Falls a few years ago. He spent countless hours there. A very good photographer he gave me some great shots of the parents and young of the resident falcons.
Lesson learned. If you or I suffer some debilitating illness take stock from Bob. With good wife Emma he was able to carry on a productive life. You were always greeted with a warm welcome from him. The big man was ever learning about nature. He designed the Bert Miller Club badge with the Palliated woodpecker drawn by him. This beautiful bird was sighted back in Marcy Woods this spring. I wanted to call Bob with the news. Sadly too late. His pastor at his funeral gave a wonderful overview of his life. One great man, Bob Chambers, and we will miss him.
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Monday, May 12, 2008
American Toad Amour


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Toads and More Toads
Toads and More Toads Bell20.08 by Earl Plato

Amphibian Voice spring newsletter has a little article I would like to share. It is by Donna Speers. It evokes memories of our local vernal ponds next to the C.N.R. tracks just off Garrison Road. I reproduce just part of the story.
Mr. and Mrs. Toad swam around our pond and decided it would be a suitable place to live. They produced a never-ending string of eggs that draped over the stones, amonst the potted bulrushes and around the entire pond. Then Mrs. Toad, having done her part, hopped up the cedar ramp and into the garden with Mr. Toad still clinging tightly. He was about half her size. Mr. Toad returned to the pond alone and with the other male songsters began to sing. Their chorus rang throughout the neighbourhood and they sang us to sleep each night. They were comical to watch. If one of the males plopped into the water another would jump on its back to mate thinking it was a new female entering the pond. The male on the bottom would emit a release call. The two males quickly separated and headed in opposite directions. They would also jostle for the best spot on the log. There they would belt out one song after another to no avail as the one and only female had already left the yard.
Within days of the males leaving the pond was black with wiggling tadpoles. Over the next two weeks the tadpoles began to transform. It seemed that in no time they had developed their back legs shortly followed by their front legs. Soon there were tiny toads measuring about half an inch in lenght hopping everywhere, To me they were a miracle. I tried to imagine what it would be like to be that small with nothing to guide you but your instincts. Remember possible dangers were lurking at every hop.
Thanks Donna for conjuring up some vivid memories.
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Saturday, May 10, 2008
Sparrow hawk - Kestrel falcon


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The Kestrel Falcon
Bell19.08 by Earl Plato

J inherited an old Peterson Field Guide. The Sparrow hawk was given the name American kestrel by Roger Tory Peterson. So this little article is about one of my favourite falcons, the kestrel. Gerry Rising, nature writer for the Buffalo News, shared the following this past Sunday. “The kestrel is indeed a tiny hawk. It is even smaller than a robin’s ten inches.” On the way to Welland from Ridgeway I see the kestrels perched on telephone lines on South Kaobel road. Rising says that the way they perch that you can mistake them for mourning doves. See one up close and you can’t miss their beauty. Both males and females are very attractive. They both have bright rufous backs and tails. Both have boldly patterned heads. There are vertical gray lines on each side of the eyes. Kestrels hover 30 to 40 feet high over an open field looking for its prey in the grass. As a falcon it is designed for fast flight. Unlike accipiters such as the Sharp-shinned and Cooper’s hawks their wings are sharply pointed. All falcons dash about in a great hurry. Accipiters usually flap and glide. Remember the kestrel’s former name? As a carnivore its diet in spring and summer are grasshoppers, dragonflies, lizards, mice and voles. In late fall and winter they will feed on small mammals and yes, mostly sparrows. A pair of kestrels communicate with high pitched screams of “killy-killy-killy”. I am told that it is similar to killdeer calls. Look for this great little bird this year. Think small, eh.
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The Eagle Man
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He’s gone. Mr. ‘Eagle’ is gone. Bob Chambers passed away
Suddenly at his home in May, 2008. Gone is a man who knew the presence of the Bald eagle locally as well as anyone I know. Whether it be eagles on Navy Island or an eerie on the Grand River near Dunnville Bob would investigate their presence. Even after being confined to a wheelchair he used the internet to keep informed. Many of us in the Bert Miller Nature Club will miss him. He was an amazing man. Bob would dedicate himself completely to a project. Bob was intimately involved in the Peregrine falcon Watch at Niagara Falls a few years ago. He spent countless hours there. A very good photographer he gave me some great shots of the parents and young of the resident falcons.
Lesson learned. If you or I suffer some debilitating illness take stock from Bob. With good wife Emma he was able to carry on a productive life. You were always greeted with a warm welcome from him. The big man was ever learning about nature. He designed the Bert Miller Club badge with the Palliated woodpecker drawn by him. This beautiful bird was sighted back in Marcy Woods this spring. I wanted to call Bob with the news. Sadly too late. His pastor at his funeral gave a wonderful overview of his life. One great man, Bob Chambers, and we will miss him.
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Thursday, May 8, 2008
The Dells
Lost Canyon - Wisconsin Dells Earl Plato
The two percherons were a great team as we emerged from Lost Canyon at the Dells in Wisconsin. Our driver was David a veteran of eight years who was very knowledgeable. He knew the history of this unique place. He said that each layer of strata took up to a thousand years to form. Countless layers towered on either side as we wended our way through narrow passageways. Eastern hemlock appeared to be the main coniferous trees. We saw various large ferns such as the Common and Sensitive and a few towering Ostrich ferns. I asked David, “ Any Maidenhairs?” He smiled and said, “Just around the corner.” There they were. This was fern heaven for those who like ferns as there were many more to see. Cool and pleasant in the canyons on the July summer day of 2007.
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Gold Thread
What a joy to be back in Marcy Woods this spring of 2008. Some years ago daughter ,
Allison Kells rediscovered the little plant , Goldthread. Great naturalist, Ernie Giles, had shown it to me near the beginning of the Marcy Woods trails. Gently he parted the lower area of the plant revealing a golden threaded stem. 24 carat? Guess what? Allison rediscovered again the Goldthread this spring in the same area we
had first seen it. It’s a member of he Buttercup family. Ernie shared the following back then: - the natives and early colonists chewed the golden stem/root to relieve mouth sores hence the name Canker-root. Look it up. Enjoy nature this spring.
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Wednesday, May 7, 2008
Gone Forever


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Witch's Broom Again, eh
Witch’s Broom Earl Plato

My wife and I saw the movie ‘Harry Potter.’ Did you see enough broomsticks to last your life? This article is about a natural anomaly. It is called the ‘Witch’s Broom’ and it lives in the Ridgeway and vicinity. Former area naturalist and scientist Ernie Giles, first introduced me to the ‘Witch’s Broom.’ Guess where? At the entrance of the Lower Trail at Marcy Woods there is a tall hemlock on your left. Look up high and you will see a large sphere shaped growth. It’s not a natural growth but an anomaly. Ernie the scientist said something like this. “ A Witch’s Broom is a crowded mass of abnormal branching.” What we had there up in the hemlock were dwarfed little hemlocks. Ernie said that the Japanese cultivate miniature trees through a botanical art called Bonsai. What we had here was an unnatural occurrence.
I have walked this same route in Marcy Woods countless times. I always look up at the Witch’s Broom. Those who have accompanied me know I usually never fail to mention the anomaly. Nature is interesting.
What brings about these thick, lush rapidly growing formations on hemlocks, pines and other evergreens? A Buffalo botanist once told us at the site that there are different theories as to the source of Witch’s Broom. He felt that a virus disturbs the hormonal balance in an elongating bud. The virus stunts the buds growth and generates many lateral (side) branches. The Marcy hemlock holds this dense clump of growth. My photos of the Marcy site didn’t show the “broom” too well.
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Bad news. In late April, 2008 the Eastern Hemlock containing the Marcy Woods Witch’s broom was cut down by the local Canadian
Niagara Power Company. New poles needed our tree was in the way.
Sad. The tree was over 100 years. We counted the annular rings of the stump.
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Rob Eberly, local naturalist, took me to the Thunder bay site of a Witch’s Broom. Rob travels the area through his work and is on the lookout for these anomalies. Go to the Internet for further knowledge. I typed in ‘Witch’s Broom Virus.’ In a scientific dissertation we read that infectious forms of Witch’s Broom is caused by a virus. Enough said. Look up WAU Abstract no.219
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Monday, May 5, 2008
Yank! Yank!
Nature Sketch by Earl Plato

Red-breasted nuthatch
White versus red! On the Sherkston farm we were visited regularly by the White-breasted Nuthatches. They are delightful birds to watch as they travel up and head down the pine trunks. They land on the suet ball and have a feed. Chickadees are usually around too. Not a bad combination to have at your feeder. Open your door and you hear the “Hank! Hank! Hank! of the nuthatches and the “Chick-adee-dee of the chickadees. However, this little piece is about another nuthatch, the Red-breasted.
I can truthfully say that my sketch was posed for time after time the bird came to the suet feeder. The owner had taken a dead branch of a maple and fastened it to the house. He used it as a perching place. There was the bird just on the other side of the patio glass. I drew and I was able to complete the sketch in a short time.
Where was I? I was at Emmaus House on the southwest shores of the Lake of Bays nestled in a pine forest. The House is an Anglican sanctuary for the tired and ill. It’s a beautiful concept that the church supports and we enjoyed our restful week there as guests of a friend.
We slid the patio door back one afternoon and heard and now an almost familiar call. “Yank! Yank! Yank!” The Red-breasted seemed to be scolding us. ( Is that an American “Yank?” ) I say its call is a little higher pitched than his southern neighbour. This spring of 2008 keep watching out for our songbirds. It’s a great hobby.
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Out of action for a while
Did I see the Grand Canyon with three of my daughters
And a son-in-law back in April? No! I ended in a Las Vegas
hospital that first night with double pneumonia. No canyon
But my good Canadian insurance coverage had me flown home
By private jet. Nurses at Sunrise Medical Center were great.
Feeling fine now. Trilliums at marcy Woods are blossoming.
Great sight. Earl Plato May 4, 2008
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Sunday, May 4, 2008
It Otter Be
nature article Earl Plato

This reprint is one a few winters ago that embarassed me. A good lesson in nature is “Don’t assume you know it all.”
“There are two people in nature I hold in the highest regard. One is the late Bert Miller and the other is Ernie Giles formerly of Fort Erie but now from the Lake of Bays. Ernie called the other day. Could they stop in for a while. “You and Marlene come for lunch.” They did. I could show them Stepanie’s photos of the otter. I did. Otter? They both said, “That’s not an otter, Earl.” They proceeded to show me why. It’s a wild MINK! “ But Stephanie, who lives on the Niagara Boulevard, said that it was so playful like an otter. She was able to approach it Can you get that close to a wild mink? Yes, was the answer. I remembered that I had an Audubon Mammal book. We looked up River otter and mink. There was the proof. The mink is much smaller. The shape of the head was conclusive as we looked at the photos. Marlene and Ernie just looked at me as if to say, “Earl, give it up.”
As Ernie and Marlene left after a good lunch and fellowship the electricians arrived. Just as the two men were to leave I said to the one, “What do you think this is? “ Looks like mink. I’m from Port Severn my mother lives in Honey Harbour. She has wild mink there. They play around just like otters. The otters are much larger than this guy.”
Any one see a River otter on the Niagara, give me a call.eh.. ***
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Rhino Time

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We were on our second drive through the fenced African Lion Safari landscape on that bright sunny August afternoon. This time it was close-ups of the behemoth - the rhinoceros. This sunny day the rhino group rested. Only one huge beast separated himself from the small enclave. I learned that these White rhinos are gray coloured. How come “white”? Remember their native home is South Africa. Early Dutch settlers there called them “weit” rhinos. Why? It was in reference to its wide (weit) square muzzle adapted for grazing. Confusing, eh? Note these white rhinos have a pronounced hump on the neck and a long face. Two horns on all rhinos (white and black) and the bigger one sits at the front of he nose. It is that horn that is prized in Asia.. It is sought for uses in traditional medicine and ornamental carvings. Our safari rhinos are saved from that pursuit.
We were told the White rhino male is the larger of the two species - over two tons! Wow! Our big guy was over twenty years. Life span 35-40 years.
No charging at us. Their eyesight is poor which may explain why hese often ill-tempered animals will charge without apparent reason. Their sense of smell and hearing are very good. On both trips no sounds from them but we learned that they have an extended vocabulary of growls, grunts, squeaks, snorts and bellows. I can picture their charge - frightening. The white rhino lowers its head, snorts, breaks into a gallop reaching speeds of up to 30 miles an hour. Using its sharp horn it gores or strikes powerful blows with its both horns. The white rhino is very agile and can quickly turn in a small space. Would be hunters - leave him a alone.
Our White rhino was content to munch on the grass,

 

African White Rhino

 

The Big Rhino

 

Ostrich Time

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Keep your windows closed! If not, one of the workers in their zebra-pattered pick up trucks will tell you so. We remembered the ostriches from the last visit to African Lion Safari. One ostrich in particular this August day wanted to see what was inside our car. We tapped on the inside of our windows and she approached quickly. Was there food inside this car? She tapped her huge beak on our windows. We had a good look at this large female bird. Ostriches usually weigh from 93 to 10kg (200 to 285 lb.) This was a good sized female probably around 250 pounds. Females are greyish-brown and white. The head of and neck of both male and female ostriches is nearly bare. we could see a thin layer of down. She was that close to us. The strong legs of the ostrich has no feathers. The bird has just two toes on each foot.. The nail of the larger one resembles a hoof. The inner one lacks a nail. We are told that it aids in running. The wings are not used for flight but are still large with a wingspan of over six feet. The group of ostriches we saw had young ones present. It looked as the mother used her wings to shade her chicks. Makes sense, eh.
The beak we saw on our female ostrich was flat and broad with a rounded tip. It was that tip that repeatedly hit our windows with some force. Definitely an interesting bird

Ostritch Time

 

They mean it!

 

African Lion Safari

 

Big Cat!

 

Safari Time

Lion Safari Earl Plato

August 12, 2008 African Lion Safari, Cambridge, Ontario.
A great day for Elaine and me. Weather-wise perfect. Cool and sunny. Son-in-law Ken and two of our grandchildren, Ashlyn and Conlan enjoyed this unique setting. Already hundreds and hundreds of cars were in the parking lot. We were there mid morning and headed directly for the Game Reserve Drive. Old memories but now zebra-striped pick up trucks of the Reserve were every where. “Close your window tightly!” A young woman ranger from her striped truck ordered me. Slow driving - cars before us and after as we entered Simba lion country. A huge female lion sauntered past us. Windows closed she looked in at us as she passed by. Eight females were resting on the huge boulders. Time for countless snapshots.I observed our huge lioness as she paused by our van. She was a powerfully built muscular cat. Her fur was short over her body Its colour was a reddish brown but her underside was white. The tips of her ears and end of her tail were dark brown. Her weight? Guess only - 500 lbs. plus. Truly a big cat.
The lion is unusual among cat species. How? It lives in organized social group called prides, A lion pride can consist of as many as thirty to forty lions. The majority are females and young, There is only a small number of males. You know the story. The female does the hunting as a team. Once the prey (zebra, antelope, wildebeest, and deer) the males of the pride eat first. Fair? But that’s the way it goes.
We travelled he Game preserve twice. Once in the morning and again about 415 p.m. The later trip was better. Much fewer cars and a chance for better photo close-ups. Remember keep your windows closed, eh!

It Glides

Flying Squirrel? Earl Plato
Carolinian forest - Marcy’s Woods - Hooded warbler - Hog-nosed snake - Southern flying squirrel. Did I say Southern flying squirrel? Yes, both Patty (Marcy) Richards and long time Marcy’s Woods advocate, Dr. Rick Stockton, testify to many sightings over the years of this diminutive forest creature. Well, on a past December 12th morning, this writer saw this squirrel. To you who have been here before let me set up the scenario. As you cross the open area of the Kennels’ property you head for the middle road/ path of the three. At this entrance at the beginning route to Marcy’s Woods are two tall Norway spruces on either side of the road/path. It was a bright but very windy day and the tall spruces were swaying back and forth. . Then I saw it! A squirrel leaped from the top of the spruce on the right and glided to the spruce on the left. The distance we estimated had to be 25-30 feet. I yelled and Ray caught a glimpse. What I saw was more gray than brown on the body. It turned momentarily on the branch. It was a small squirrel with large eyes. A Southern flying squirrel? We think so. When we returned a few hours later we looked for this little guy. Ray picked out what seemed like a small nest on the one spruce.
I went home and found my drawing of a Northern flying squirrel that I made at Stony Lake a few years previously.
Our Southern flying Squirrel is our smallest tree squirrel. Tail and all it’s only 10 inches long. Half of that is tail. Why don’t we see more? It and its larger cousin above are the only nocturnal squirrels in Ontario. Yes, they occasionally are seen in the day. Believe me.
It does not truly fly but glides. We are told that it can glide well over 100 feet. Wow! It’s an endangered species! Our Ministry of Natural Resource team found three pairs living in Marcy Woods. One more reason to keep Marcy Woods preserved, eh.
With legs outstretched and the fold of skin (white in colour) spread between foreleg and hind leg that acts as a combination parachute and glider wing, I have seen this nature phenomenon.
Writer’s Note: No need to tell you about what you can do to avoid West Nile Virus. Read the Ontario province’s information brochure thoroughly and take action. “Fight the Bite!”

Eagle Country Western New York

Iroquois National Refuge Earl Plato
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On a late glorious spring day back a few years, four of us went over to the Iroquois National Wildlife Refuge east of Lockport, New York to see nesting eagles and we did. Bob Chambers of Snyder was our “eagle” man. He was responsible for helping to establish a Bald eagle nesting site on Navy Island. At the centre Bob saw the nesting eagle and the eggs on ‘live’ closed circuit TV. We saw her rotate the eggs. Amazing view! Bob is “all efficiency” and he then proceeded to learn as much as he could from the personnel. We saw the “hacking” program on tape in the auditorium. We then went for a drive and an hour walk on the marsh boardwalk. We returned to the centre and dropped Bob off. He had more to share and learn. A volunteer said that there was a rare visitor at the Cayuga Lookout. I knew where this site was but to see a White Pelican made me a little dubious. A few birders were at the lookout. One elderly man had a scope and we saw the pelican, long yellow bill and all. Where did it come from? Then the man turned his Simons scope at a large bird high in the tree on the far side of the pond. It was a Bald eagle! Probably it was the mate to our one back on the nest.
Writer’s Note: Bob Chambers reported two eagles flying over Navy Island. He also said that the eagle pair near Dunnville were doing well. The eagles have landed! Canadian or American? I don’t care, eh.

A robin is a robin?

A robin is a robin? Earl Plato

It was 6:30 a.m. at a church retreat on the lower Bruce Peninsula. Morning walk time in cold conditions. All alone at this most quiet time of the day. Ahead of me the sun was rising blinding me as I walked the road eastwards. Frost had covered the grassy fields. Then I heard them. Robins and more robins. This time of the year? I shaded my eyes and there in the spruces were at least twelve darker- backed robins. Was this a nature anomaly? Nature writer, Ed Teale, experienced my same scenario at his Massachusetts rural home. Here is part of Teale’s description on that October 29th years ago.
“Half a hundred of these darker-backed red-breasted robins are running - with characteristic stops and starts. ... they are the last of the migrating robins calling excitedly, landing and taking off.” Summer’s over and Fall has arrived.
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Here is a last flashback to warmer days. Memories of the John James Audubon historic house west of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania are still fresh to me. Daughter, Diane, and I had a half day while her husband, John, was at a conference in the city. North of the house in which Audubon had done much of his famous paintings of birds was a bubbling brook. Someone had placed stepping stones across the thirty foot wide stream. Convenient, for now after you tiptoed across you were among flowering shrubs and the multitude of songbirds. I recognized the melodious songs of the Baltimore orioles. Warblers galore but I knew only a few of their calls. What a glorious day to enjoy this great natural setting. Thank goodness for my camcorder for we have a lasting record. Take a little time to enjoy the past in nature. Recall those gems of the outdoors. Appreciate the work of the Creator, then search out new nature gems.

The Broom!

Bellbroom by Earl Plato
It’s Gone! The Witch’s Broom of Marcy Woods is gone.
The Eastern Hemlock bearing the anomaly has been cut down by the local Canadian Hydro people. Why? It stood in the way of a new power line. Look at my photo. See the ball of branches on the upper limbs. An air borne virus years ago landed on the tree. The result was the hemlock’s reaction by growing many little hemlock shoots. Think of the Japanese ‘bonsai’ culture in which trees are miniaturized. One Buffalo N.Y. naturalist told me. “Earl, that Witch’s Broom up there is valuable, they’re miniature hemlocks.”\
The neighbour Dunns, daughter Allison and I went to Marcy Woods to see the Wood frogs and hear their mating quacking sounds. We did. Beautiful day but alas the end of a friend, the Witch’s Broom.
On the Friendship Trail
Walked down to Six Mile Creek mid April. Saw a small Mud turtle paddling on the creek. Then e saw two snakes - one small and a larger one swimming across the creek. Eastern water snakes? I wonder. To he south a pair of mallards were nesting. Bicyclists on the trail this day. We were the walkers. Enjoy the Trail this year.

Great Gray

Great Gray Earl Plato
There it was staring me in the face! Have you seen the recent National Geographic Magazine? There it is! The Great Gray. Inside is a very informative article on this giant owl that stands almost a metre high and with a two metre wingspan. It’s Ontario’s largest owl. No kidding - Maggie Chambers of Fort Erie sent me last week via e-mail a close up of this rare raptor in Southern Ontario. She wrote, “This great gray owl visits my sister’s back yard off of Highway #10 near Bradford regularly.” Friend naturalist, Ernie Giles, sent me a close up of a Great Gray sitting on a post near his Lake of Bays homestead. I know what this giant raptor looks like. I am on the Birders’ Hotline and I recall a few years ago the sighting of a Great Gray south of Buffalo. Brother Ed, and I went with American cousin Willie to the last sighting of the bird, We walked up and down several rolling hill trails in the rural Western New York lands, No luck. Some day I hope to see one alive. What do we know about the Great Gray? You can see the great photos and read the piece in the February, 2005 National Geographic. Here is some of what I remembered about the bird. It is not a raptor that has the muscular strength of our Great Horned Owl. Strip this guy clean of his feathers and he is a “skinny-minny.” His impressive layers of feathers is a cover-up. His sharp peak and impressive talons are only good for preying on field voles. He doesn’t have the strength to capture anything bigger. A field vole is like our fat meadow mice. The Great Gray mainly feeds at night but the Geographic says they hunt in daylight too. That would be a magnificent sight to see. When there is an major epidemic among our Northern Ontario voles the Great Gray must come to the south to survive. I believe that is why Maggie’s sister is seeing a Great Gray now. Hoo-hoo-hoo knows when we might see one.

The Snapper Laying Eggs

 

 

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Snapper

The Big Guy! Earl Plato

Elaine saw it today, Tuesday, August 6, 2008. It was a big Snapping turtle under the Six Mile Creek bridge on the Fort Erie Friendship Trail. This is Snapping turtle territory. Over the years I have seen them here. Yes, I had my camera ready. Eventually it reappeared on the south side of the bridge. It disappeared too quickly for me. However, I share a Wendy Booth photo with you.
I have seen this mammal snap a thumb-sized branch in two so easily. Beware of his jaws. Snappers eat carrion, crayfish, aquatic plants, fish, birds, small mammals and even a human finger! Some consider the snapper meat is a delicacy and excellent soups are prepared from it.
This snapper was well over a foot in length. It had a huge head with powerful jaws. Remember it can not withdraw its head or feet for protection into its shell like our painted turtle.. Vulnerable? Yes.

The Grand River Osprey

The Osprey Earl Plat

The late Fort Erie naturalist, Bob Chambers, before his
Debilitating illness called me. “Earl, we have to see the ospreys and their nest on the Grand River north of Dunnville.” I never did then but Bob in canoe did. He captured some good photos. A month ago in 2008 we travelled by boat to the site of the osprey’s nest perched high on a large wooden hydro pole, At one end of the crossbeam was the large nest at the other end was our fish hawk, the osprey. Great sight.
The osprey is a wonderful bird for watching. Bob said don’t get too close to the nest. Use telephoto lens to get up close. The male bird fishes in the Grand river. We watched his countless trips to feed his young ones and his mate. A great family. Bob told me that when he observed the Bald eagles near Dunnville he would check out the osprey nest. There was the male guarding the nest. There would be continued bits of nest building over the weeks and the gradual development of the young. True naturalist, Bob Chambers, would recorded his observations.
Writer’s note his old guy is happy. I found some of my old log books. Map sketches and observations. I’ll share some of them with you bloggers.

On the Grand River

 

The Grand River Osprey

 

Sorpions in Fort Erie?

We’re Off On A Scorpion Hunt! Bell9 By Earl Plato

It was Fall some years ago when Elaine and I headed to the limestone quarries off Ridgemount Road, Ridgeway. We were going to look for scorpions! Scorpions? In Fort Erie, Southern Ontario? Yes. Let me explain. This was an active quarry site . Huge dump trucks were moving in and out. We drove past the crusher and down a rough road in the southwest corner. Here a bulldozer was creating a pile of limestone slabs. I walked up to the dozer and asked the operator where the fossils were. He pointed to a pile a little further on and said, :That’s where they look for those things” We started looking in the jumbled pile. We were looking for fossilized descendants of the Horseshoe crab. They are called eurypterids or sea scorpions. The ones found in Ridgemount quarry were about five inches in length. They have five pair of legs. Four short pair were used for walking. The other pair were spread out into paddles, There were five abdominal plates or segments, There were gills on the underside. Strange creature, eh. We knew what we were looking for I had been to the Buffalo Museum of Science. They have a great display of eurypterids there. Eurypterids flourished in Western New York and our Niagara Peninsula in the Devonian era when the land was covered under a vast inland sea, The ones displayed were giant sea scorpions. As I said the ones we would find on subsequent visits were small replicas. Eurypterids - Fort Erie’s great little fossils.

Get Walking on the Trail

Be Friendly on the Trail, eh! Earl Plato
Time for a look back at the evolution of Fort Erie’s Friendship Trail - to motorize or not, that was the question years ago. As for me and my friends we wanted a pedestrian trail with bikers and inline skaters exclusively. Here is a actual scenario about paved trails. Ray Willwerth and I walked with octogenarian John Lessle seven springs ago. John had walked Marcy Woods trails for well over sixty years. That’s where I met him first. John wanted us to see his paved trail in western New York. One day we picked up John and headed west to Werhle Drive. We were a few miles from Eastern Hills Mall.. We drove to a parking lot where they made pacemakers. Behind the factory were nature trails that John often walked on. Remember we are now out in a rural area. We followed the path into the woods until we came to a paved trail. Remember this occasion was before the concept of our own local pedestrian Friendship Trail. Paved? As far as we could see stretched a 20 foot wide paved trail. “The old New York Central went through here,” John said. “Too bad though. It’s a raceway for bikes, big bikes, Harleys and the like. Hikers don’t come out here on the weekend - too dangerous. In the winter time it’s snowmobiles. They travel fast too. There’s no police monitoring as far as I know. The machines rule. That’s why we parked where we did. As of 2005 things have not changed on the western New York Trail. Sad for pedestrians, eh. John Lessle didn’t mention the thundering hooves of horses. What could have been a great nature walk in a peaceful setting might never be realized. That was several years ago.. I wonder if those Western New Yorkers who love the peace of the great outdoors were ever heard. No, at last contact with our American relatives in 2007 it’s still a motor/horse runway. Here in Fort Erie we will have horses on the Trail from Gorham Road to Halloway Bay Road. What? Separate trails that is. I like to see riders on horseback but not on a pedestrian trail. Hope it works out for all involved. See you on the Friendship Trail in 2008. You can park at Crescent Park or in Ridgeway and walk a section or more come spring. Remember to be friendly. That’s what it’s all about.

Feed the Birds!

Feed the Birds Earl Plato

I heard the rumbles. Feed English sparrows and starlings while our song birds go hungry! My brother, Ed , said a fellow church member of his remarked, “Tell that writer brother of yours that when the bluebirds return I’ll ship up all the sparrows and starlings he wants!” Plato, not much support for my feeding all the birds regardless of size, colour or denomination.
Defence. Remember where I was in the 1980’s. On the farm with lots of feed for all. Remember that if I didn’t feed the sparrows and starlings, where would they end up? - at your feeders in Ridgeway maybe even in Fort Erie!
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Gone from South Kaobel Road is the old oak tree that once harboured Red-tails and countless Turkey vultures. It stood there for years all alone and now it’s gone. Question. Was it once the custom on farms in the area to plant a sapling in the year in which a family baby was born? Was it usually some large-growing tree, long-lived species that would stand out in the landscape such as an elm, oak or sugar maple?
Farmers out there do you recognize this tree planting custom? ***
Earth lesson? None better than scientist, Bob McDonald of C.B.C.’s Quirks and Quarks. 100 members and friends of the Bert Miller Nature Club were enthralled on December 18 at the Stevensville Conservation Club.
You think that Bob is great on radio you have to experience him in the flesh. He’s a ‘grabber.’ That is he gets your attention right from the start. How much fresh water on earth? Using two of our teenagers, Jessica Winger and Rob Eberly, and a full glass of fresh water, he dramatically showed how much fresh water is actually available. Jessica survived his continual order, “Take a drink, Jessica. Wait a second!”
Bob reminded us that we who live on the periphery of the Great lakes, live near the largest bodies of fresh water in the world. What are we doing to protect and preserve this vital source? Bob is extremely funny but he can be dead serious.
Bob McDonald is a space scientist and with the use of excellent slides he took us around the world, the moon, to Mars, Saturn and unique moons such as Europa. He discussed the effect of gravity and the fact that we really don’t know enough about the phenomenon.
He described a night in Tanzania and the disclosure of the heavens in that part of he world. He mesmerized you with this vivid experience that he had. Are we alone in the universe? The need to have the right criteria for life on this circular ball of stone, earth, is critical. He pointed out that so far the planets and moons are devoid of life.
Bob encourages young people especially “To get outside and experience reality. Think about this world!”

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Big Bird

Big Bird by Earl Plato

Think big. In that great little pocket of Carolinian Canada, Marcy Woods, pileated woodpeckers were seen and heard.
When? This second week in May, 2008. Have you ever heard the “Cuk-cuk-cuk-cuk” of this our largest woodpecker or its loud tapping sounds? “Rat-a-tat-tat-tat.”
I have taped their calls and drillings in Marcy Woods in past years. They love the Yellow birch as shown by the big cavities that they have chiselled out. See photo below. Yellow birch trees flourish here. Unlike our white paper birch the yellows live several decades more. Walk the Lower Trail and off to your north you will see these good sized trees with their buttery coloured curled back strips of bark.

The Woods

The Woods Earl Plato
Amazing Grace! How sweet the headlines of September 2nd. “Province takes charge of Marcy’s Woods.” Following is an article submitted but not printed by the Review at my request. It was my farewell to Marcy’s Woods.
“Could this be it? The last ramble through Marcy’s Woods on this day -July 24th as Rob and I walked the Lower Trail. In past years Stinging nettles grew up on the path and made you wary of contact with them. Not this summer. The nettles were still there but off to the sides. To make sure this walk wouldn’t be too peaceful a myriad of mosquitoes dogged us along the way. As usual Rob, our Ridgeway naturalist, had shorts and a sleeveless shirt. Not this old guy. Long sleeves and pants and some Off spray for me.
This was a bird day with Rob. No sooner into Marcy’s Woods and he ‘pished’ up a Tuffted Titmouse. Rob does this well and as he pished and pished I saw the delightful little crested bird gradually approach us. Curious as to whom was making the pishing sounds he came up and alighted on a branch just a few feet away. His curiosity satisfied he flew away. Then we heard the clear song of a Hooded warbler. I should say Rob did. The metallic “Chink -chink” sound made me think it was a chickadee. Not so, for there followed the loud “weeta weeta” song of the Hooded warbler. For several minutes Rob pished but this rare little songbird didn’t take the offer. Thank you Marcy’s Woods for supporting a home for these and other birds.
We paused at Marcy pond home of the distinctive Wood frogs and then
walked the trail to the cabin and across the bridge. It could be the last time for me. The rainfall of past days had helped numerous fungi to appear. But that’s another story. Farewell Marcy’s Woods for now.”
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Thank goodness the DiCienzo family of Niagara Falls, Ontario purchased Marcy Woods. I am in contact with them. One son, Dino Jr. invited me to meet with him. We did and I am satisfied that Marcy Woods is saved. Here in 2008 I have seen over several hundred nature lovers walk those precious woods again. This past spring I entered the Woods at least twice a week. Thank you Lord.

A Wasp is a Wasp!

This yellow not my Favourite Earl Plato

Ross Bears delivered his dead specimens in a plastic container. I had stood with Ross a few weeks earlier as he tried to capture some of the live wasp-like insects. Located at the base of an old apple tree on Ross’s parkland I watched as he tried in vain. No stinging resulted but Ridgeway’s horticulturist didn’t give up. I am looking at several dead specimens. They look differently from Paper wasps. Paper wasps are thin wasps that are black or dark brown with yellowish rings on their abdomen. Stokes Nature Guide says they are 3/8 to one inch long. No Paper wasps or Yellow jackets these specimens. What are they?
I measured them. Not quite twice the size of the Paper but 1 3/4 inch in length. What about the Hunting or Digging wasp? I think so.
I looked where its abdomen joined the thorax. Clue. Unlike the Paper wasp these specimens were joined together by a thin thread-like attachment. Another clue revealed by the magnifying glass was that Some of the six specimens had a comb-like digging configuration on the front legs. Hence the label “Digger.” Research told me that only the female Digger wasp has this peculiar structure. Conclusion Ross’s wasps were Digger wasps.
As one who has been stung by Yellow jackets many times avoid the females. They have a powerful sting and “the venom can cause intense pain.” How to tell female from male? That’s your problem. Do Digger wasps sting too? Ross Bearss and his dog say, “Yes!” These wasps help to control certain pest species. Respect wasps this fall. The cold may temporarily stupify them so be alert, eh.
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Hummingbird Hotline: Carl King of Fort Erie called, Sharon at the local Ridgeway drugstore told me, and my own daughter, Diane, corrected me. “Plato, where did you get the hummingbird mix?” Diane uses a sugar-water mix and no colouring at all. I wrote about a different mix. Sorry. Carl read in Songbirds in Your Yard that using honey as a sweetness source is not good for the little birds. It ferments and can be a cause of disease. Sharon has the trumpet flower plant that serves a s a great natural food source. My apologies to hummingbird lovers. Where did I get that honey based food mix reference?