Morning Snow

Sandhill Cranes morning flight Bosque Del Apache

On an early December morning a group of Sandhill cranes left for their daily flight to the feeding fields near Bosque Del Apache National Wildlife refuge. It was bitter cold on the high desert near Soccoro, New Mexico and an unusual light snow was falling on the ponds where the Sandhills had spent the night.

Sandhill Cranes can appear ungainly in certain activities but when they take flight they are the epitome of grace and beauty. Similar to cranes in Asia, most notably in Japan, they are very similar in appearance to their Japanese cousins the Red Crowned cranes. The difference being Red Crowned cranes have black tail feathers that droop like a bustle where as the Sandhill crane has straight shorter tail feathers.

This is a photograph reimagined into an art image by the use of software programs and hand manipulation of the elements of the images on the computer. The purpose being to elevate a normal photograph into a vision that brings out the emotional content of the scene while still keeping the primary elements, the cranes, in their original captured state. In other words, Birds in Art.

Shadow Racers

Yeah, a lot of you have been asking ” Hey! What about the first heavier than air, air race that was held on May 23, 1909 – the Prix de Lagatinerie, at the Port-Aviation airport south of Paris, France? And how does that tie in with this new sport we’re hearing about called Shadow Racing?” In fact so many cards and letters have been coming in that we had to assign a special intern just to steam the stamps off the envelopes so we could use them again. We heard you and have been working feverishly to gather the information to put together this article. There’s a whole crock pot of information about this subject and we intend to dredge up every sordid, exciting, non-essential, nearly factual bit we can find.

Air racing as a sport has often included airplanes, some of them made here at home which would be America, and some made other places like Europe which at one time included Great Britain and France and Germany, all countries that fit inside Europe the continent and have had some success with inventing various stuff and then bragging about it constantly. One of these things was Airplanes and their own proprietary version of air racing.

The heyday of this sport was in the 1930’s and 40’s and even later in which the races were set at different venues and various contestants got airplanes and raced them. Many spectators attended these races and got sore necks from looking up all the time. Some even got all over dizzy of a second and had to lay down for a while. The planes themselves were interesting in that they all were heavier than air and took some skill to fly them. Every one who had a plane was extremely proud of their aircraft, even more so if it didn’t fall out of the sky and crash and these owners would go on and on about the safety of this new mode of transportation called aviation until you were just sick of it and began avoiding them whenever possible. In the early 20’s you had planes with names like the Albatross L 69 from Germany, the de Havilland DH.71 Tiger Moth from England. Even earlier you had the Deprussian 1912 Racing Monoplane from France. Those early planes were special in that they were constructed of things like, wood, wire, paper, canvas and glue and other non-essential materials that were cheap and readily available.

 Later in the 40’s you had the Caproni Bergamaschi PL.3 from Italy, and the Condor Shoestring from the U.S. There was even one from The USSR called the Yakolev Yak – 11. However there is no record of it ever winning a race or even flying for that matter which may have something to do with its namesake, as the only time Yaks fly is when they’re tumbling through space after falling off one of the high mountain cliffs in which they’re found. But you know the Russians they got to get their two cents in there. Even if it is to brag about their dumb named plane which supposedly crashed into a tree upon take off and never flew again. It wasn’t even a very tall tree.

All of  this sky racing stuff was not lost on our feathered friends, the birds, who have been flying for years and have gotten highly skilled at it. Birds are great mimickers and saw the fun that people were having racing their planes around and sometimes getting big bucks for doing so and thought “Wait a minute! I’m a bird! I can do that!” and soon were putting on their own airshows and races and pulling in big crowds.

One of the big events they created was the sport of Shadow Racing. This is when a single bird or sometimes many of them, builds up a head of steam way up in the air and comes screaming in, diving as low as they can over the ground, trying to out race their shadows. In the image above you can see this streamlined racing gull, a tried and true model that hasn’t changed its shape for many years, slowly but easily out distancing its shadow. Cool, right? This sport is growing in popularity and gaining big crowds at flyways like Bear River Migratory Bird Refuge and Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge both important areas for bird flying. We mustn’t forget Padre Island and those long sandy beaches perfect for this event. Even the lumbering old Pelicans, the C-130’s  of the bird world compete there. There is even some talk of a nationally televised race sponsored by Red Bull and Budweiser, but as yet no dates have been set.

We for one, look forward to this seasons many Shadow Racing events and will be on hand to capture the excitement of it with our cameras. In fact we have been busy designing our own Shadow Racing bird and believe we can do well in the shorter Shadow Racing Sprints. Wish us luck. Hope to see you there.

Icarus Rising

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Sandhill cranes are known for being steady, unadventurous birds that tend to go about their lives with a minimum of disruption. They make their migration to and fro and get it done with workman-like precision. They seem to be humorless creatures rather like one of those farming societies that believe work is the joy of life. They dress in gray because that is the least colorful color they can find and they cover their heads with a small cap of red, which signifies the heat of eternal damnation unless they fill their waking hours with productive endeavors. They form small groups of closely knit family members instead of the giant flocks of thousands as the gypsy-like Snow geese do. They are steady, capable, unimaginative birds. They are a plain bird.

But, and you knew there was a but, there is always one that thinks differently, wants more, needs excitement in his life, needs to capture that thing that is missing in his existence. He isn’t aware of what that thing might be he just feels it all the time, gnawing at his complacency, urging, no demanding, that he go and find that which is missing in his life. He ignores the pleas and gentle warnings that he is putting his standing with the family at risk. Even stern remonstrations do not sway him. He must live the way he feels,which in this case is away from the confining, stifling structure of his peers.

He is known by those who observe these things as a bird that does not keep regular hours. He is Icarus and must fly to the sun. He will try and try until he has no strength left, then he will try once more. I kind of like the guy.

Bosque EMT

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Some time ago while one of The Institutes intrepid researchers was visiting Bosque del Apache National Wildlife refuge on a completely unrelated matter, he uncovered extraordinary behavior never seen or reported on before in the daily life of the birds here. Fortunately he had his camera with him and was able to document and take the copious notes needed to prepare and write a serious report.

Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge is a completely self-contained system for the care and feeding of its avian visitors. Hundreds and thousands of migrating birds use its facilities every year. What many observers do not know is that Bosque has its own medical team with Doctor birds and Nurse birds and bird Candy stripers but at the forefront of this team is the EMT or First Responder. As you can see above the EMT is responding to a 911 call of a bird in distress.  It flies in to assess the situation before landing to offer its assistance.

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Here the EMT is checking on the unresponsive birds vitals, pulse, respiration, blood pressure, ability to pay for the cost of transporting it should that occasion arise, and attempting to clear its airway prior to giving CPR.

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In a desperate attempt to get the unresponsive bird to respond the EMT begins CPR and is seen here striking the birds chest in an attempt to start its heart. Nervous onlookers crowd the scene watching every move.

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 As the bird was not responding the EMT had little choice but to attempt a risky procedure in the field. Every second counts and there was no time to summon the trauma team to assist. The EMT jumps on the unresponsive birds chest and holds it under water as a form of local anesthesia as preparation for open heart surgery.

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Before the EMT can crack the chest of his patient he has to prepare the bird for the surgery by removing its clothing.

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There is a lot of clothing on the patient and the EMT has to work fast to get the patient ready as it looks grim for the unresponsive bird. Soon he has the patient prepared and begins the surgery by using its beak to open the chest cavity. Quickly moving the ribs and the vital organs surrounding the heart his worst fears are realized.

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He has lost the patient. The EMT depressed and angry at his inability to save his patient is forced to leave after getting another call. He took with him several of the expired patients organs as samples for the necessary necropsy to be performed back at the hospital’s extensive lab. The emergencies are never-ending at Bosque and there are only a few EMT’s to take care of the thousands of birds at the refuge. He cannot afford the time to mourn the victim. There are others in desperate need of his services.

We know that the images above have been graphic and as always sensitive viewers should avert their eyes if this is disturbing to you. Having a box of tissues at hand may be helpful. So is closing your eyes and weeping quietly. But we here at The Institute do not shy away from presenting life as it happens. We do not avert our eyes to the blood and gore and unseemly mayhem that is an everyday occurrence in nature. This is how it is every day at one of the largest bird refuges in the country, and it must be viewed for what it is. Pure and unadulterated sensationalism for its own sake. A sleazy attempt to gain readers by showing them really awful stuff that we know they secretly like. Yet it cannot be denied that The Institute has discovered yet another fascinating facet of animal behavior never reported on before. And we feel it is our duty to share it with you the viewer.

Horn Tooting

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I have just found out that a famous international software company has chosen this image “Bosque Sunrise” to illustrate how a feature in their software works. Besides being a real ego boost this allows many, many people who use this software, or are considering it, to see my work. Thanks to them for including me.

This image was created at Bosque del Apache National Wildlife Refuge in New Mexico on a cold winter morning several years ago. Bosque, as it is usually called, is located on a major flyway and noted for having extraordinary populations of Snow Geese and Sandhill cranes. It was taken moments before the entire population of Snow Geese erupted off the surface of the pond in a massive liftoff called the ascension. This is a daily event where literally thousands of birds fly a few yards over your head in a loud roar of honking, calling and flapping their wings as they leave the ponds to start their day. They are so close you can hear individual wing beats and feel the rush of air as they stream by overhead. It’s all over in a minute or two and suddenly the pond is quiet again. It is like Avian fireworks and is an unforgettable experience. In fact birders, photographers, and tourists arrive from all over the world to do just that. It feels good to have some of your work recognized.

This was a nice way to start the day.