Chris Petrak fills his time with photography and birding. A second collection of his essays, “More Tails of Birding,” is available in local bookstores and at www.pondvillepress.com. He blogs at www.tailsofbirding.net.
Originally published in The Commons issue #179 (Wednesday, November 21, 2012).
WILLIAMSVILLE—I waited for the traffic lights on the busy avenue to turn red, and for the traffic to clear. Then I hurried across the four lanes, the bike paths, the median strip, and the bus lanes. I eased into the woods and began to pick my way down the rocky path, descending into 1,800-acre Wissahickon Gorge. At the bottom of the path is the river; I followed the roadway upstream.
The steep sided valley of the Wissahickon River was Philadelphia’s industrial center in the 17th and 18th centuries. As the industrial revolution rendered small mills obsolete, buildings and businesses were abandoned. In 1868, the city transformed the river valley into an urban park. The park wanders seven miles through Philadelphia’s northwest section. On one side it is bordered by neat, working middle-class neighborhoods, on the other by upscale upper-middle-class neighborhoods. The single road is closed (forbidden) to motorized vehicles; hikers, walkers, joggers, bikers, and an occasional sedate equestrian use the road and the maintained trails. Deer share their paths with other wildlife.
The Wissahickon Valley is also a favored place for bird watchers; it is not unusual to see one or more bird watchers staring into the tree tops.
On the day in question, I carried my camera. I knew that there were at least a dozen Wood Ducks along the river. I planned to photograph them.
The male Wood Duck is arguably the most beautiful duck, and perhaps even the most beautiful bird, in North America. People unfamiliar with this duck may look at its picture and ask if the bird is real, or whether some mad artist had run wild with his palette.
The Wood Duck is a woodland bird. It likes ponds and streams which are bordered by woods. It will fly, or walk, deep into a forest to eat nuts, insects, or whatever small life it might encounter.
With the return of the forests in Vermont, and with beaver ponds scattered through our hills and valleys, the Wood Duck has made a significant recovery in our state. It is a cavity nester, using holes in large, partially rotting trees, or which have been excavated by pileated woodpeckers. Humans have helped significantly by providing artificial cavities in the form of Wood Duck nest boxes.
The casual, but alert, bird watcher might see Wood Ducks in Vermont every year. The attentive birder certainly will see them. When December is mild and the water is ice-free, they are seen on the Christmas Bird Count census, glimpsed on the back edge of a pond or gliding around the islands in Brattleboro’s Retreat Meadows. In the depths of winter they disappear, but when the ice begins to go out, they will be one of the first waterfowl to return.
The Wood Duck is shy and secretive, all the more during breeding season. Wood Ducks nest regularly on a beaver pond atop Newfane Hill. I have spent long hours skulking around the edges of the pond, feeding the mosquitos and hoping I could get good photographs of the Wood Duck.
Early in the year, the slightest misstep sends the ducks flying. Later, when the female is attending to her young, she senses my approach to the pond edge long before I reach it. She leads her young to the opposite side of the pond, or quickly slips out of sight among the reeds. I could spend a whole summer trying to capture a good image of the Wood Duck and never come close. Despite Vermont’s plentiful Wood Duck habitats, getting up close and personal with one of these birds proves difficult.
Here is the irony: when I want to get up close and personal with the Wood Duck, I go to a large city park in a big city: the Wissahickon in northwest Philadelphia. I hear planes high overhead. I hear a distant rumble of buses from the busy avenue. I also hear the rattle of the kingfisher, the quacking of the Mallards, the drumming of woodpeckers, and the whistle of the Wood Duck. And I come home with dozens of images of a bird which doesn’t look quite real.
But the Wood Duck is real, and a survivor. Despite the 19th century’s conversion of forest to farmland and pasture, and despite losses to heavy hunting, the bird persevered. When hollow trees in the forest became scarce, it found alternatives, such as apple trees in an orchard, or hay in a barn loft where it gained entrance by squeezing through a broken clapboard.
Today, with hunting regulated, woodlands restored, and natural adaptability given full reign, the Wood Duck is one of our more common ducks. In the precolonial period, it probably outnumbered Mallards and Black Ducks. It has not returned to those levels, but its conservation status is summarized with these few words: “Species is doing well in all parts of its range.”
Other Wood Duck trivia:
• The Wood Duck is a perching bird and may be seen perched in a tree.
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