The river is falling, but is not yet in summer pool. Day by day the extensive Devonian fossil beds are revealed a little at a time. The limestone surface is scalloped by the actions of the Ohio River and appears to be the landscape from another world…because in fact it is! Throughout the rocky matrix are the fossilized remains of ancient marine creatures that populated this reef over 375 million years a go. While my thoughts are lost in deep time, a procession of stately Canada geese glides by which brings me back to the present and my own animal existence. It is really hot out here today and I brought extra water to drink. Slowly the first eight geese becomes a large flock as more and more birds reveal themselves that were hiding behind the huge rocks that mark the Kentucky side of the fossil beds. From my vantage point I count 83 geese which are the most Canada geese I have ever seen here at one time! In the warmer weather months, the number of bird species here is less than in the spring, but the indigenous birds are entertaining and I enjoy noting aspects of their respective behaviors. Here are two new birds I haven’t previously featured and I hope you will like them as I do.
It’s definitely cooler in the deep shade of the woods, but the mosquitoes are more numerous. I can’t get myself to put poison on my skin to keep them away and so I try not to let them get inside my head. I suppose that they don’t bother me as much as they do other people. Maybe I don’t taste as good! While cooling off by the big trees I came across this unusual species and it’s called more commonly the Bumble Bee Bird. I think its scientific name is something like “Turdus bombus”, but I could be wrong. “Turdus” is the genus of thrushes and” bombus” refers to bumble bees. Seems to make sense. So, you are probably wondering why this clumsy looking bird is named what it is named and I will show you why.
I came across this specimen hanging out at the forest’s edge where many morning glories were present. These flowers grow close to the soil and sand and in places form thick blooming carpets. Kind of pretty in an understated way. Here’s the same bird hopping around some other morning glories, but is he just admiring the flowers or is there some other purpose afoot?
He’s in the deadly serious pursuit of something to eat, but not just any unfortunate creature or seed will do. This species is aptly named because it has evolved to eat the large bumble bees that pollinate these flowers.
The bird waits for the bee to enter the bloom. The bee has to get deep into the blossom to reach the sweet nectar it needs. This is the moment when the bird comes from behind the bee and with its large red bill, seizes the bee crushing it and its nectar-filled abdomen. The bee had no ability at this point to defend itself. Stealing the nectar, the bird then tosses the dead bee into the air, catches it, and then swallows it head first. It’s a doubly good meal and worth the expenditure of energy.
Also found in the cool of the forest is this little bird which is aptly named the Melancholy Dove, scientific name “Columbina melancholia”. Smallest member of the dove family likely to be found this far north. It is usually by itself or with a few of its kind and represents the antithesis of a former Falls of the Ohio resident…the now extinct Passenger Pigeon which congregated in immense flocks. The Melancholy Dove is also recognized by its blue bill and sad expression on its face. It is not an especially rare bird and I spot this species across the park during the summer season.
I found this bird sitting in a small garden near the Interpretive Center where it seemed unconcerned about the park visitors. A nearby bird feeder has made this bird especially trusting and I fear that one of the many feral cats in the area will find an easily ambushed snack waiting on the wing. Contributing to their melancholy name is the soft, plaintive coo…coo-coowee sound it makes during the breeding season.
On my way to my vehicle at the end of the day I came across this dove sitting by the Lewis and Clark statue. It brought back to mind a mental image of a nice pen and ink drawing of this bird that was in one of the personal journals carried by one of the enlisted men that formed the crew of the Corps of Discovery. I don’t remember the name of the soldier, but he had a fine eye and a sharp quill. There were a few notes scribbled in the margins commenting that it was too small and not worth the effort to eat!
As summer settles into its now familiar sweltering pattern, I’m looking eagerly to the time when I can cross over the shallow water and explore the Kentucky side of the fossil beds. There isn’t as much junk to find to make “art” from, but it’s a contemplative landscape for me that has also become something of a seasonal right of passage. It takes all day to walk across the rocks and I’ll need plenty of water to keep me hydrated, but it is such an interesting place and I look forward to sharing it with you. Stay cool everybody…the weatherman is calling for some hot ones this week.
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