Winter & Spring

A coyote stands in a frosty field at Ridgefield National Wildlife Refuge

I try to show the weather in my wildlife pictures whenever possible as I’m fascinated by how the animals have to adapt to whatever conditions the day holds. I’m especially excited to head to Ridgefield when the weather reports predict a hard frost as it rarely gets cold enough to turn the meadows white. But when it does, I want to be there as soon as the gates open so I can try to find a subject in the frosted landscape before the sun melts it all away.

There are other hardcore birders and photographers who also are there when the gates open, at least when it isn’t raining, so it can be hard to get off on my own. Such was the case on the morning when I and several others came across this coyote. I took a few quick pictures before moving on to let others have a look, unfortunately the pictures didn’t come out as sharp as I would have liked.

A coyote stands in a wet field at Ridgefield National Wildlife Refuge

I was off on my own on a rainy spring day when I spotted this coyote through a tunnel of green grass, a look I love, and had a few seconds before it slipped into the tall grass. At first glance I thought there might be something wrong with it, it seemed gaunt with patchy fur. But on closer look its fur was soaked and clinging to its skin, and a look at its belly made me wonder if it had recently given birth.

Weak and Soft-hearted

A great blue heron catches a Townsend's vole in its beak at Ridgefield National Wildlife Refuge

A great blue heron catches a Townsend's vole in its beak at Ridgefield National Wildlife Refuge

I have mixed feelings watching herons hunt for voles, on the one hand I’m fascinated by the patience and then swiftness of their attack. But my soft heart feels for the little mammals when I see their struggle and hear their panicked shrieks in the last desperate moments of their lives. And even though the ordeal lasts but a few seconds, in pictures their stares and cries haunt me in perpetuity.

In consolation, from what I’ve read voles don’t usually live more than a year anyway, so perhaps the herons aren’t shortening their lives that much. At least it helps me sleep at night. ;)

A great blue heron catches a Townsend's vole in its beak at Ridgefield National Wildlife Refuge

A great blue heron catches a Townsend's vole in its beak at Ridgefield National Wildlife Refuge