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[at-l] My Amazing River Trip
- Subject: [at-l] My Amazing River Trip
- From: shellydhale at earthlink.net (Shelly Hale)
- Date: Sun Jul 11 21:42:59 2004
- References: <40F1B245.3060508@mindspring.com>
Wow! What an truly wonderful thing you did.
Shelly Hale
----- Original Message -----
From: "Jan Leitschuh" <janl2@mindspring.com>
To: "AT-List" <at-l@mailman.backcountry.net>
Sent: Sunday, July 11, 2004 5:33 PM
Subject: [at-l] My Amazing River Trip
>
> A really awesome thing happened on the river, yesterday. I've just got
> to tell SOMEBODY!
>
> This weekend, we were kayaking on a Sierra club overnight on the lower
> Lumber river, a humid, swampy, Spanish-mossy area, where the Lumber
> crosses the North Carolina state line into South Carolina. It's a
> great trip, large white sandbars to camp on, cypress knees, beavers,
> catfish, the odd, adventurous northern alligator, much birdlife -
> Great Blue Herons, owls, ahingas, pileated woodpeckers, kingfishers,
> prothonotary warblers, egrets and more.
>
> I was in the lead at the time, and had just drifted around a bend when
> a Great Blue Heron on shore became startled and lifted off into
> flight. It went only a couple feet though, and then it snapped back to
> the ground.
>
> I peered against the background shadows saw the large bird was
> attached to the tree by a line in its beak. The line was fishing line,
> hung in a river birch limb; and it looked like the bird had swallowed
> a fish hook down it's throat. Damn!
>
> I was stricken, and just couldn't leave the magnificent creature. My
> hope was the hook was just snagged on a corner of it's beak. I called
> back for pliers.
>
> I managed to drift quietly close without further startling the big,
> blue bird. I just kept murmuring to it, stepping from my kayak into
> the swamp muck and tying the bow rope from another limb.
>
> I've worked in a zoo with a variety of species, and also caught geese
> and chickens before, and so knew how to approach from behind to pin
> its wings gently to its body. I got behind it as the other kayaks and
> canoes approached, diverting it. Its eye was this startling circle of
> primary yellow, with a black dot in the middle. Unblinking. I wasn't
> entirely certain what I would do once I caught it, but I couldn't just
> drift on past, oblivious.
>
> I was a little nervous as I approached this large, wild bird, as it
> wasn't all that much shorter than me, a chest-height adult with a
> six-foot wingspan. I managed to encircle and cradle it in my arms.
> surprisingly light! As I picked it up, I saw that there was no hook at
> all! Hooray! We could fix this.
> The twine had just wound itself tightly along the bird's upper beak, a
> death sentence without intervention.
>
> I also noticed that, as I lifted the creature and the tension came off
> the twine, the bird reared it's long, blue neck back to defend itself;
> it's long, spiky beak clacked once, making a very loud, hollow sound.
> "careful!" said one of the women. "That beak is like scissors!"
>
> I didn't know if that was true or not, but it sure does a number on
> the frogs. I will say it didn't take me but a nanosecond to react! I
> freed an arm and encircled the bird's neck behind it's head, gently,
> using no pressure. It rested then quietly in my arm and did not
> struggle. I learned later that these birds are hard to wrangle, and
> experienced wildlife handlers wear goggles to protect their eyes!
> Luckily, the twine situation I could feel its heart beat, and it not
> unduly rapid, as one would expect. I think it was just exhausted from
> its futile struggles, and resigned to its fate.
>
> By now one of the guys on the trip had gotten out a knife and come up.
> He was able to delicately saw the twine off without cutting the beak.
> But when he removed the upper windings, the lower wad of twine stayed
> in place - apparently these birds have some sort of "upper palate"
> "baleen," or backwards-slanting "teeth" that help them capture and
> swallow wriggling fish. So, wedging in a thumb, I pried the base of
> its beak open, and he removed the foreign wad.
>
> Finally, I released the bird which only flapped a short ways before
> landing in a cypress grove and making it's way into the swamp tangle
> on foot. There, it drank deeply, and then disappeared deeper into the
> darkness of the swamp.
>
> Here are some G.B. heron pictures:
> http://www.tpwd.state.tx.us/adv/kidspage/kidquiz/wbirds/bluehero.htm
> http://www.mbr-pwrc.usgs.gov/id/framlst/i1940id.html
> http://www.nature-wildlife.com/blueh.html
>
> It was a huge thrill to have held this large wild bird in my arms. I
> felt so privileged. What a rare gift! It was so majorly cool. The
> highlight of my week.
>
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