The Bonaparte’s gull was all wrapped in fishing line.
Scot made an experienced cast with a broken-off fishing rod that A.C.E. Ranger Lane provided from lost and found.
He snagged the gull, reeled it in and TJ gently untangled the bird….
It took 4 hands to untangle all the fishing line.
Just released, the gull floated away.
The Bonaparte’s gull rested a while and then was back in the air looking for fish.
This black vulture has good reason to be worried: people keep leaving litter in his beautiful lake home.
I see the vultures as part of nature’s maintenance force.
I would hate to see what a world without the vultures’ uncomplaining work would look like.
Please share the work of the Clean Jordan Lake Organization and the Army Corps of Engineers.
Tell others of the concerns of the vultures, the bluebirds, the eagles, the herons, the ecosystem we call Jordan Lake.
This is the eastern kingbird.
I love his scientific name: Tyrannus tyrannus – yes, like the dinosaur.
This bird rules his territory and will aggressively escort any other bird, up to and including eagles, out of it.
What he cannot rule is the trash that man leaves behind.
Look below his tail and across my copyright notice: fishing line.
Look above his right wing: a fishing line leader.
Follow the leader to the snarl of line above and to the left of the bird.
Thankfully I didn’t see this bird get caught – he is a flycatcher and has quick reflexes and keen eyesight.
I wish I could have removed the line – but the whole mess is 20 feet up the tree and way out on a small limb.
I was walking the Jordan Lake shoreline after the long Memorial Day holiday.
I stopped and watched when I saw this deer step from the woods.
It glanced at me and proceeded to browse the brush on the shoreline.
Then the deer saw the grill – something totally outside the deer’s experience –
and well it should be, as having a fire anywhere but in designated places is unsafe and forbidden.
The grill is an expensive piece of trash that has to be picked up by the rangers or volunteers.
The deer eventually eased back into the woods, watching the grill monster the whole time.
I was sitting across the river when I took this photo this morning. The black vulture had flown in, poked at the beer can, but then began working on the fish skeleton. As a veterinarian I don’t believe that animals, wild or domestic should have alcohol. As a citizen I was upset that people had littered the riverbank with trash and cans –
not to mention that alcohol is forbidden anywhere on Jordan Lake, or federal property on the Haw River.