Snows Coming Down

Daybreak, 12°F, crystal clear cloudless blue sky, no wind – it was time to head south where there were reports of an abundance of snows. Lunch was made, the car loaded with warm clothing, snacks, binoculars and camera – can’t forget that lunch. Then, we were on the road passing river towns like Shamokin Dam, Liverpool, and Dauphin; a loop around the city of Harrisburg; out into the flat valleys of Pennsylvania Dutch country – and towns like Hershey (of chocolate fame) and Kleinfeltersville – with some of the most fertile soils in the world and large manicured fields of corn and soybean stubble, where no tree or shrub or wildflower is permitted to grow; past Cornwall with its historic iron furnace and equally historic miners’ village –

And on to the Middle Creek Wildlife Management Area. Beginning in the 1960s the Pennsylvania Game Commission began acquiring land in the area and, after sharing funding from a state-wide bond issue for recreation and conservation projects, constructed a 360 acre lake and a number of outlying ponds.

From Google Earth

By the late 1970s development of the wildlife management area was complete and a few greater snow geese began stopping during migration. By the 1990s the number of geese stopping there had increased to over 100,000 birds. That number has since increased to well over 150,000 in some years. It was those spring migrants we had driven down to see. And see them we did, first the vast flock on the lake estimated to number 105,000 –

Wherever large flocks of greater snow geese gather so do people who flock to view and photograph the birds –

Shortly after we arrived a large proportion of the birds erupted into flight with a thunderous roar –

After circling, the flock settled back down on the water. But there was a constant coming and going from the lake as birds flew out to feed or returned. Gradually a large number gathered in an extensive field on the wildlife management area and began feeding on the grass and rhizomes – 

After a short time the flock took flight, circled a few times and came down in a field next to the road where we were parked –

 

The gray birds are last year’s young. Scattered among the large flock are a few blue phase individuals. Among greater snow geese it is reported that less than four percent are blue phase –

By mid-March all these birds will have taken flight and departed on their northbound journey, many stopping in New York's Finger Lakes region or Vermont’s Dead River Wildlife Management Area where I have seen them in other years. The entire population stages along the St. Lawrence River in Quebec before making a non-stop flight of up to 600 miles en route to their breeding grounds in the Canadian high arctic.

Ho, Ho, Ho - It Snowed Again

A light rain was falling at daybreak. It soon became quite a bit heavier and that continued for a couple of hours. Later, a look out the window revealed a few flakes of white mingled in with the raindrops.

About 15 minutes after the flakes first appeared the heavy rainfall had completely changed to snow; the snow fell so heavily that it was impossible to see more than 100 yards. A heavy wet snow it was, a snow that stuck to every tree and twig and pine needle.

After an hour or so the heavy snowfall rapidly tapered off until it finally stopped. In the yard, a male house finch brought a touch of color to what was otherwise a monochromatic landscape –

Then it was time to head for the Big Woods to experience this winter wonderland. Surprisingly, the trees on the ridgetop weren’t covered with snow. Apparently the ridgetop had been just cold enough that the snow wasn’t wet and sticky but had fallen without clinging to the trees –

Throughout the forest were scenes of beauty with snow clinging to virtually everything –

 

 

 

Including the dried leaves remaining on a white oak –

A pretty good day for an essentially snowless winter – but I sure do miss the days when we had well over a foot of snow on the ground for several months and there was good cross-country skiing the whole time.

Bigfoot ????

If you spend any time looking at videos on YouTube or watching certain cable TV channels, you can’t help but stumbling on an abundance of videos or shows on the subject of “Bigfoot”.

“Bigfoot”, “Sasquatch”, “Yeti”, and several other names have been applied to what are reported to be large, hairy, upright-walking apes or ape-like creatures that roam wooded wildlands throughout North America. In their travels the Bigfoots (or is it Bigfeet?) supposedly leave footprints in mud or snow and are said to have been glimpsed by many people.

Why on earth am I writing about this???? It’s because of a set of footprints in the snow that I found along Rock Run in northcentral Pennsylvania –

How readily these tracks could be ascribed to a Bigfoot, adding to the abundance of Bigfoot lore. Yup, it would be really easy! But, the tracks have to be considered in context: the photo was taken on January 2; the track was obviously a day or two old; Rock Run is a favorite place for young folks to party; many of those young folks are under the influence of alcohol or other mind-altering chemicals; the tracks were at a favorite swimming hole in Rock Run, atop the large rock outcrop from which swimmers jump into the stream.

So, no the tracks aren’t those of a Bigfoot, just those of someone who apparently, for whatever reason, jumped into the frigid waters of Rock Run. 

Some of those other footprints and sightings have clearly been hoaxes – some very crude, some well done.  Others are obvious cases of mistaken identity – under many conditions the footprints of bears’ hind feet look remarkably like a human footprint. Similarly, a black bear standing upright closely resembles the description of a Bigfoot.

It’s a remarkable coincidence (or is it?) that virtually all Bigfoot reports come from within the geographic range of the black bear in North America.

Think about it, if a creature such as Bigfoot actually existed, there would have to be a sufficient number (500? 1,000?) to maintain a breeding population. With that number, a dead individual or bones would have been found, one would have been hit and killed by a vehicle, someone would have shot one in “self-defense”.  None of these has happened! In fact, there is no Bigfoot, not along Rock Run, not in Pennsylvania, not in North America.

The only place any Bigfoot exists is in the minds of people who never really consider how irrational the idea of a large, hairy ape wandering North American woodlands really is.

P.S. If you're a Bigfoot "true believer" don't bother commenting on this post.