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| Black bear cub waking up from a nap/Elle Pollard 2017 |
Showing posts with label Wildlife Photography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wildlife Photography. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 13, 2018
Friday, March 9, 2018
Common Misidentification
The misidentification of this species is common. Encounters often happen in a scene where human gather to observe a passing coyote, like the one where I captured this image. Correct identification can be difficult. I am referring to the misidentification of the human species in the wilds. You will know them by their howls "wolf, wolf" when a coyote is present. These humans fall into two sub-species categories, the imalwaysright urwrong, and the idontknowthat wowthanks.
When addressing the imalwaysright urwrong, it is best not engage once identified. This sub-species is abrasive, have been known to become aggressive when a "coyote" call counters the "wolf" cries. I have found the best reaction is to remain calm, slowly back away while issuing a distracting statement, "and did you see the coyote, too?" Discontinue all interaction. Do not make further eye contact. Immediately seek a new location.
The Idontknowthat wowthanks is better suited to adapt and comprehend when presented with a different call. An additional factual statement like, "its ears are taller and pointed unlike a wolf's that are shorter and rounded," makes their head tilts inquisitively. This group will relax and be attentive as if they are trying to gain knowledge for future use. This amicable sub-species is safe to feed information, "the coyote's muzzle is narrow or slender and pointed, while the wolf's muzzles are shorter and blockier." Most will remain open and eager to learn. However, few have shown a submissive demeanor by dropping their head. Speaking in a reassuring voice to the wistful human, "misidentifying wolves for coyotes is a common mistake." Slow, pleasant movements and vocalization is the best reaction.
Understanding the differences between the two sub-species will aid in proper identifications.
When addressing the imalwaysright urwrong, it is best not engage once identified. This sub-species is abrasive, have been known to become aggressive when a "coyote" call counters the "wolf" cries. I have found the best reaction is to remain calm, slowly back away while issuing a distracting statement, "and did you see the coyote, too?" Discontinue all interaction. Do not make further eye contact. Immediately seek a new location.
The Idontknowthat wowthanks is better suited to adapt and comprehend when presented with a different call. An additional factual statement like, "its ears are taller and pointed unlike a wolf's that are shorter and rounded," makes their head tilts inquisitively. This group will relax and be attentive as if they are trying to gain knowledge for future use. This amicable sub-species is safe to feed information, "the coyote's muzzle is narrow or slender and pointed, while the wolf's muzzles are shorter and blockier." Most will remain open and eager to learn. However, few have shown a submissive demeanor by dropping their head. Speaking in a reassuring voice to the wistful human, "misidentifying wolves for coyotes is a common mistake." Slow, pleasant movements and vocalization is the best reaction.
Understanding the differences between the two sub-species will aid in proper identifications.
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| Coyote in the snow, Yellowstone NP/Elle Pollard 2018 |
Wednesday, March 7, 2018
Thursday, February 22, 2018
The Ultimate Polar Plunger
The comical polar plunging otters were entertaining to watch and a rush to photograph. The North American river otter (lontra canadensis) has two layers of fur. A dense undercoat traps warm air, along with their waterproof topcoat otters are able to swim the frigid waters of winter. So we have it straight from Mother Nature herself, dressing in layers is a good thing.
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| North American river otter, lontra canadensis/Elle Pollard 2018 |
Wednesday, February 21, 2018
Friday, January 19, 2018
A Doe, a Deer, a Female Deer
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
A Day in The Bush
When
photographing wild animals it can be days on end of seeing nothing, enduring
heat, rain, cold or anything Mother Nature can whip up. Then it happens.
Everything at once, everywhere I point the camera there is a capture to be
had. This is complete bliss for my ADHD or
as my favorite photography partner calls it “Squirrel Syndrome”.
This particular morning was a perfect squirrel morning. Starting with a lone fat spotted hyena moseying down the dirt road just before sunrise. Looking back at us I swear a look of guilt crossed his face. The consensus in the back of the truck was of certainty, it was the late-night-icebox-raiding hyena in camp the night before. No evidence other than our suspect’s behavior mirroring that of a teenager sneaking home after a night of youthful shenanigans along with a full belly, a guilty verdict was issued in the early hour laughter and jokes. The kitchen invader picked up his pace and disappear into the bush. With the rising sun came the birds including an appearance of the ground hornbills searching for their morning breakfast of insects, frogs or any small mammal. I as I settled in photographing the large prehistoric looking birds word came there was a cheetah nearby. Within minutes the truck was loaded and we were off to found him. He was easy to spot, not quite a quarter mile down the road and only a 100 yards off. We watch this male approach an old fallen tree the cheetahs use for sent marking (urine-spraying) and observation. Sent is the main communication channel among cheetahs, who needs a technology when a keen sense of smell and a spot of dried pee can tell you who has been hanging out.
Witnessing this carnivore’s behavior only reaffirms how fortunate I am to be documenting this vulnerable animal whose future is uncertain and how important conservation work truly has become. Making those quite days of nothing fade as the great days and images shine light on the reason for conservation.
This particular morning was a perfect squirrel morning. Starting with a lone fat spotted hyena moseying down the dirt road just before sunrise. Looking back at us I swear a look of guilt crossed his face. The consensus in the back of the truck was of certainty, it was the late-night-icebox-raiding hyena in camp the night before. No evidence other than our suspect’s behavior mirroring that of a teenager sneaking home after a night of youthful shenanigans along with a full belly, a guilty verdict was issued in the early hour laughter and jokes. The kitchen invader picked up his pace and disappear into the bush. With the rising sun came the birds including an appearance of the ground hornbills searching for their morning breakfast of insects, frogs or any small mammal. I as I settled in photographing the large prehistoric looking birds word came there was a cheetah nearby. Within minutes the truck was loaded and we were off to found him. He was easy to spot, not quite a quarter mile down the road and only a 100 yards off. We watch this male approach an old fallen tree the cheetahs use for sent marking (urine-spraying) and observation. Sent is the main communication channel among cheetahs, who needs a technology when a keen sense of smell and a spot of dried pee can tell you who has been hanging out.
Witnessing this carnivore’s behavior only reaffirms how fortunate I am to be documenting this vulnerable animal whose future is uncertain and how important conservation work truly has become. Making those quite days of nothing fade as the great days and images shine light on the reason for conservation.
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