Life in the Wild Not Entirely a "Nat Geo" Series

(Photos: 1-- "Cochise, Conner, Carol and Connie," the tightly bonded domestic ducks at Harlem Mere.  2--  Wiggly and Honker, not always so close now since the loss of their leader, Brad, in September.)  

Some thoughts today on the popular National Geographic cable channel ("Nat Geo Wild").

It is very easy to get addicted to this station.

I watched three back-to-back episodes last night of "Wild Mississippi." 

The photography is truly magnificent and awe inspiring. One cannot even imagine how the film producers are able to get such incredible and vivid footage of life (and death) in the wild.

But, there does seem to be great (and to me, over) emphasis on the life and death struggles of nature and predator/prey relationships.

One might wonder how any animal makes it to adulthood?

But, many animals do make it to adulthood obviously -- though not without struggle, calculation and wariness.

What it seems these series often lack is any examination of the emotional lives of animals and the various cooperative relationships they form with each other and with other species (including, in some cases, human).

One might conclude from many of these programs that wild animals exist only on instinct and the drives to eat and procreate.

But, animals are much more complex than that -- just as we humans are.

My personal observations of ducks and geese over the years have demonstrated close cooperative and family bonds, not only with their own kind, but often with other species.

In winter for example, ducks and geese will often work and cooperate together in order to prevent parts of ponds or lakes from entirely freezing over.

Geese are of course, larger and heavier than ducks. They will often move through (or step on) thin sheets of ice in order to break it up. But, because mallards are smaller and faster than geese, the ducks are helpful in keeping the water open, once the ice is broken through. (Typically, a number of ducks will swim in a quick circle in the open water, as well as continually dive and dunk, keeping the water moving and open.)

Additionally, many birds concentrated in a small area of water help to keep it open from body heat alone.  It is not uncommon in winter to see a watercourse completely transformed to ice -- except for a small area where the geese and ducks are congregated and working together to maintain a small liquid patch.

In fairer weather, geese and ducks are not always so fond of each other. There is some competition for food and territory and it is normal to see a great deal of "feather pecking" both within their own species and with the other waterfowl.

But, come the challenges of winter and almost all territorial or hierarchy squabbles go out the window in favor of cooperation necessary for survival.

As demonstrated in recent videos posted in this blog, birds of different species will also band together and cooperate with each other when there is predator threat in an area.

Put simply, animals in nature appear to be capable of anticipation, planning and forming important attachments for the purposes of survival.

Part of this can of course be attributed to "instinct," but it is much more than instinct alone.

Many species of animals (such as elephants, dolphins, dogs and geese) grieve for loss of mates or family members.  Many species form extraordinarily tight and inseparable bonds with members of their flocks or groups.  -- The four new domestic ducks at Harlem Mere for example who are never seen without each other. The four ducks even snuggle up to each other at night, presumably for warmth, safety and companionship.

In some cases, a tight flock or group might even be formed by a "lead" duck or goose.

For example, when Brad (the Rouen domestic duck) was alive at Harlem Mere, he organized and kept together, himself, Wiggly and Honker (two other domestic ducks) as a tight flock.  But, since Brad's passing this past September, the two surviving female ducks, have tendency to wander from each other.  Without a leader, Wiggly and Honker are either more independent or a great deal more risk-taking and potentially naive.

(Indeed, the main reason for rescuing Casper, the white Moscovy or Pekin duck from Harlem Mere more than a week ago, was because he was both flightless and more significantly, without a protective flock.)

In essence, as beautiful, educational and amazing the various nature programs on National Geographic they, (in my view) fall very short on examination of both, the cooperative bonds of nature, as well as the emotional ones.

Reality is that if truly as brutal and "dog eat dog" as these programs show us, few animals would survive to adulthood.

But, billions in fact do.

And along the way, many of these "wild animals" enjoy (just as humans) various cooperative relationships with other animal species and even the joys of devotional attachment and love with each other.  -- PCA

                                                        


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The Mystifying Bird Changes of Winter

(Photos: 1-- Migratory geese, ducks and gulls at Central Park Reservoir. 2-- New flock of domestic ducks at Harlem Mere.  3-- Oliver, my recovering mallard 4--Canada goose at Harlem Mere. 5-- Hector, the swan whose motives are not entirely clear.) 

"Coldest November in 15 Years"

It was surprising to learn yesterday that according to the National Weather Service, New York City experienced its coldest November in 15 years.

With the exceptions of hurricane Sandy and the Nor'easter,  I thought the weather in NYC to be very pleasant -- even ideal -- over the past month.

But, perhaps the near total absence of evening joggers and cyclists in Central Park over the past month should have indicated significant weather changes. --  That and the influx of many migratory birds -- especially to the Central Park Reservoir.

Still, the current number of Canada geese in Central Park appears relatively low compared to mallard and sea gull numbers.

I am guessing the bulk of migratory Canada geese have still not yet arrived to New York City.

According to this "birding"  article from Ohio,  millions of migratory birds are only now leaving Canada and the Arctic and starting to show up in the states.

http://www.cleveland.com/neobirding/index.ssf/2012/11/post_52.html

I am wondering, if like last year, it will be the first week in December that most of the migratory geese arrive to New York City?

While current goose numbers in Central Park are higher than this time last year (suggesting some flocks migrated early), one has to surmise the numbers are mixed with resident NYC geese.

I am hoping to see more migratory geese arrive and stay at Harlem Mere, as occurred last year.

The healthy number of geese last year, along with flocks of mallards worked cooperatively together to prevent the lake at Harlem Mere from entirely freezing over. (Of course, last winter was unusually warm in New York City with virtually no snow and that apparently encouraged the large flocks of migratory geese and ducks to stay.)

One has no way of knowing exactly what this winter will have in store for New York City.

But, if we were going to have a month that was the "coldest in 15 years" in New York City, I am glad it was November and have to hope that the same doesn't hold true for January and February.

Such could spell a really hard winter for the six domestic (flightless) ducks currently at Harlem Mere who would not, by themselves contain the weight and strength sufficient to create and maintain open water on an otherwise, frozen solid lake. 

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Mystified

Temperatures in NYC this week have been hovering as low as the freezing mark.

It is touching when sometimes arriving at Harlem Mere, to now find the four new domestic ducks snuggling and cuddling up to each other along the embankment -- presumably for warmth.

I have never observed that kind of closeness among birds before, though from the very beginning, this has been a very tight knit group.  They obviously have known each other a long time (and might actually be related) and were dropped off at the Mere together.  

Meanwhile, Oliver, (the recovering fishing line mallard) continues to make steady improvement and even now follows me, (though in hobbling fashion) with many of the other ducks when I leave the Mere each night.

I have always been mystified and touched by this "departing" and seemingly protective gesture on the part of many of the mallards and domestic ducks at Harlem Mere. 

It is almost as if I could not safely leave the park without the escort of the waterfowl there.

Even Hector, the swan now follows in the water when I leave the Mere, keeping careful watch.

But, I am not sure in Hector's case, if it a matter of vigilance and sweetly saying "good night" -- or rather, giving a departing "evil eye" glance to my two dogs prancing beside me.   

For the moment and in my "anthropomorphic" way, I will prefer to imagine the former. -- PCA

                                                        

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Where the Wild Things Are -- Contradictory Lessons in Intolerance & Resiliency

(Photos: 1--  "Hector" returned back to Harlem Mere. 2-- A few Canada geese in Central Park.  3-- "Oliver" last night at the Mere on the way to speedy recovery.)

"Swan Lake" in Central Park -- Welcome Back, Hector!

"Hector" the swan is back at Harlem Mere.

Assuming him to be the same swan observed two years ago, Hector has been back for a few weeks.

I had not seen Hector since he was chased out of the Mere in December of 2010 by a goose harassment company.

But, with so few Canada geese at Harlem Mere these days, it is hoped that Hector (who appears on in years and walks with a limp) will be left alone.

Although swans can sometimes be a bit tough and assertive (especially around dogs), they are truly beautiful and majestic creatures to observe and enjoy on park lakes and ponds.

So much so as to inspire a beautiful ballet by one of the world's greatest composers.

I truly hope Hector is allowed to stay around a while.

It's nice to have a "Swan Lake" in Central Park again -- even if only one swan is actually there.

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Where the Wild Things Are -- New Contraption for the Terrorizing of  Canada Geese

Not the subject of ballets or operas and still the target of non-stop harassment and lethal culls are of course, Canada geese.

It appears now there is a new device in the never ending arsenal against these peaceful, harmless birds:

http://www.lohud.com/article/20121126/NEWS/311260079/-Goosinator-tackle-county-golf-courses-fowl-issue

Perhaps as one bitterly opposed to nationwide slaughters of Canada geese, I should be grateful for all those non-lethal measures and devices designed to terrorize geese from parks and golf courses.

But, I am not.

I do not wish to see the beauty of park lakes with waterfowl peacefully swimming to be marred and replaced by ugly manufactured contraptions zipping across the water and defiling them.

It would be like placing a black hood over the Venus de Milo.

One has to wonder, what exactly is our problem with all things natural?

Have we become so alienated from everything in nature that we can only look at elephants as "ivory," deer as "targets," many species of animals as "food" and geese as "pests?"

For those who abhor and are so repulsed by nature, one wishes them to stay home, waddle in a keg of beer and build plastic bubble around themselves.

Don't foist your intolerances, fears and hostilities on the rest of us who happen to enjoy being out where there are still a few wild creatures left in park, forest or stream.

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The Resiliency  of Nature -- Oliver's Remarkable Recovery Process

Still recovering from his near leg-breaking encounter with discarded fishing line, "Oliver" at Harlem Mere is looking remarkably better over the past couple of nights.

When first released back to the Mere (after being medically treated for more than a week at the Wild Bird Fund), Oliver was initially shaky and unsure of himself on the then-freed leg.

He would often hold the leg up (as was routine when twisted in the fishing line) and when finally putting it down, Oliver acted surprised that he could actually stand and even hop around on it!

The leg was again usable!

Now, Oliver seems somewhat comfortable moving around on both legs and there is seemingly less pain and struggle.

Though still obviously lame and limping, Oliver is walking now with some regularity and even small bursts of speed.

I am hopeful for if not, 100% recovery back to normal, something very close to that.

The resiliency of nature is truly something to behold and revel in.

That only more people would open their eyes to and appreciate it for the spectacular lessons it teaches and shows us.  -- PCA

                                                


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The Practical Considerations of Waterfowl in Winter

(Photos:  The waterfowl of Harlem Mere in Central Park.  Domestic ducks, Canada geese, one swan and Oliver, the fishing line mallard.) 

The Tease and Trials of Winter

As the calls of migrating, wild geese flying overhead signal a changing of seasons even before official calendar date arrives, winter has seemingly tip toed into New York City giving brief, flirting glimpse to the months ahead.

Temperatures last night dipped to near freezing and a stiff wind blowing into the city cut across the face and compelled once again, the donning of scarf and gloves.

Perhaps it is only fitting considering the Christmas trees swiftly going up along Park Avenue and in Rockefeller Center.

Bird numbers in Central Park appear, like the weather, to be changing from day to day and almost hour to hour as different migratory populations stop for brief rests before moving on and resident populations of ducks and geese "pond hop" as part of daily autumn routine.

About the only things easily predictable and stationery this time of year are the domestic duck castoffs of our city parks as they are, unlike their wild cousins, incapable of flight.

But, ducks like Wiggly and Honker of Harlem Mere (Khaki Campbells) and the four new domestic arrivals, ("Cochise, Conner, Carol and Connie") make up in size, moxie, experience and organization, what they lack in wing capabilities.  

The domestic ducks seem to learn quickly how to "stake their claims" with other waterfowl, while at the same time, figuring out all the good feeding and sheltering spots of the location.

Though they may be "domesticated" for hundreds or even thousands of years, it is amazing how quickly some animals can adapt and revert back to ancient tribal ritual when the need calls for it.  Perhaps domestic ducks are a little like "feral" cats in that sense.  We may be more used to seeing them in barns or other human settings, but they can as easily survive (or even thrive) on their own. 

Animals are not by any means or measure, "dumb."

In fact, they have languages all their own.

Perhaps it is we who are the "dumb" ones for not being able to decipher the hidden languages and ways of nature and animals any more than we have quite mastered the art of staying safe and warm during challenging and unpredictable weather patterns.

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In the Animal World, Practicality Cometh Before Pride

As previously noted, Lianna and I released Oliver (the fishing line mallard), back to Harlem Mere on Wednesday.

I was certain that Oliver would never come near me again, but, surprisingly he does -- as if nothing happened. 

(One can easily recognize Oliver because of his "lame duck" status.  He hobbles quite badly, but is walking on the leg that for some weeks was encased and rendered useless in fishing line.  The injury was severe and will probably take a long time, if ever, to completely heal.)  

Though understandably annoyed for the "ducknapping" and taking him away from his home temporarily, Oliver apparently still trusts and values my willingness to lend a helping hand.  Oliver may even recognize that despite the fright and lingering pain, humans actually aided him by removing the source of so much crippling discomfort and potential life threatening injury.

That seems to say a lot about animals' abilities to forgive and not hold grudges -- or just their abilities to put the practical before other considerations, such as "pride."

(Then again, one is quite sure that the latter is only unique to humans.)  

Winter is coming.

Put simply, animals know what they have to do to survive.

That means ducks, geese and other waterfowl cooperating and working with each other to maintain or create open water and it sometimes means the animals looking to otherwise "enemies" (whether of wing or two feet) for the occasional helping hand.  -- PCA

                                                        

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Thanksgiving for the Beauty and Wonder Around Us -- Both, Human and Nature

(Photos:   1-- Oliver enjoying last swim at hospital.  2-- The recovered Oliver swimming freely away at Harlem Mere. 3-- "White Face," Barnacle Goose at Central Park Reservoir.  4-- "Casper," safe at last at Wild Bird Fund.)

I am very grateful on this Thanksgiving Day to have made the acquaintance of fellow bird lover, Lianna this past year.  Without her, the rescue of injured and needy birds in Central Park would be far more difficult, if not impossible.

I am also grateful for the existence of the Wild Bird Fund in New York City. Without this vital facility and all those who support it either financially or through volunteer work, the injured, sick and abandoned wild (or domestic) birds would have no safe place to go for treatment, sanctuary and healing:

Blog | Wild Bird Fund | Helping Save Wild Birds & Wildlife in NYC

 http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/11/20/a-place-to-mend-a-broken-wing/

Yesterday, I met with Lianna at the Wild Bird Fund to pick up Oliver, the wild mallard whose leg was damaged and nearly broken from embedded fishing line.

Oliver spent almost two weeks at the hospital during which he was treated with antibiotics (to prevent infection) and calcium to build up the fragile and weakened bone.

Oliver was speedily swimming in the small pool when Lianna and I arrived.

When for a moment, he stepped out, I was stunned to see him standing on both legs.

"Wow, that is amazing!" I said to Rita, the director of the facility. "He had not been able to put both legs on the ground before.  He used to flop over and try to move forward on his belly and wings.  Now there is just a slight limp. Incredible, the recovery!"

"Yes, he has healed very nicely," replied Rita with some pride. "You did a very good job in removing all the fishing line.  There is no swelling or infection.  He should do well now."

But, Oliver was not terribly grateful for all the concern and attention that had been focused on him.

When offering my hand to him, Oliver attempted to bite.

That was actually a good sign according to Rita.

It is obviously important for wild birds to maintain vigilance and wariness of people and other potential threats to their safety.

Nor, did Oliver cooperate when Rita tried to grab and put him into a carrier.  She and a volunteer had to use a net.

But, once Oliver was securely inside the carrier, I spoke with Rita about the possibility of bringing in Casper, the debeaked, white Moscovy or Pekin duck recently dropped off at Harlem Mere.

Rita agreed that due to his tameness with people, debeaking, lack of flock and inability to fly, Casper should be rescued and found an appropriate home.  She assured me she had connections for the responsible and humane placement of domestic,  human-friendly ducks, provided the facility had room to temporarily house them.

While rescue was ideally suited for after Thanksgiving, I had concerns about getting Casper out of Harlem Mere as soon as possible.

The previous night when seeing him at the Mere, I noticed Casper was not capable of quickly flying into the water when a dog or other threat passed by.

Although the other domestic ducks cannot fly more than a couple of feet off the ground, they are capable of quick escape to water when necessary.

Casper, by contrast, could not fly at all and also walked and swam slowly presumably due to bow and somewhat misshapen legs.   

Casper was quite literally, a "sitting duck" at Harlem Mere. -- A sitting duck that walked up to people.

I could not even be sure, Lianna and I would see Casper when returning with Oliver to Harlem Mere yesterday.   

Considering the many owned dogs who run off leash in the early mornings, every day was a crap shoot for this vulnerable and easily trusting bird.

After making a donation to the facility and with Oliver safely in Lianna's Sherpa bag, we made our way to Harlem Mere by walking north through Central Park.   We passed around the Reservoir where hundreds of Sea Gulls and a number of flocks of Canada geese and various ducks rested on the water.

I imagine many of the birds to be migratory. 

If that be the case, the geese have migrated much earlier this year, than last -- perhaps signifying a cold winter ahead.   (Last winter was unusually warm in New York City.  I did not see migratory geese in appreciable numbers until the first week in December. This year they have seemingly arrived as early as October.) 

Finally arriving at the Mere, there were few birds on the water.

It appears that many of the mallards and geese regularly seen at night at the Mere, fly to the Reservoir during the day as it is free from dogs and human activity. 

For example, "White Face," the barnacle goose who flocks with a family of Canadas was observed yesterday at the Reservoir.  At night, he and his flock are frequently seen at the Mere in recent days.

However, the four new domestic ducks were at the Mere yesterday and like, Casper, routinely walk up to people, including Lianna and me.  (I worry too for these guys, though they are capable of quick escape when need be and are very organized and protective as a flock. )

Lianna and I opened the carrier and Oliver immediately popped out.

The healed drake stepped on the grass, took a quick look around and without so much as a glance back at us or the four domestic ducks chomping down cracked corn on the grass,  took to the water.

"So much for gratitude!" I laughed to Lianna.  "Look at King Olilver go!"

It was about then that we noticed on the other side of the lake, Casper.

Casper was alone near the Dana Center and apparently beseeching food from a passing man.

"Maybe we should go over there," Lianna said.

"No," I replied.  "Casper should eventually see us and come this way. Let's just wait a bit."

Sure enough, Casper eventually noticed us and took to the water, slowly swimming in our direction.

Within minutes, Casper was on the grass in front of us.  Like an expert, Lianna picked Casper up and placed him in the carrier without any struggle.

The entire rescue took less than a minute.

With Casper secured in the carrier, Lianna and I then walked back to the Wild Bird Fund.

Rita had apparently left for the day, but fortunately, several workers and volunteers were still there.

They were surprised to see us showing up with a new bird, but I explained the matter had already been discussed with Rita and that Casper was not safe to be left at the Mere.

The staff was even more surprised when noticing Casper's shortened and severed top bill and how short his wings had been clipped.

"Who would do this to a bird?" one of them asked sternly.

Without going into how debeaking is common in chickens, turkeys and some marketed "meat" ducks, we all agreed it was simply a cruel thing to do.

As for the wings, staffers informed me that eventually the wings grow back, though in domestic breeds, the birds are only capable of very limited flight (as noted, a few feet off the ground.)

Casper cheerfully walked around the reception area of the Wild Bird Fund and quickly endeared himself to everyone (though not being entirely "housebroken").

One of the workers prepared a roomy cage for him, complete with two hefty bowls of duck food, greens and fresh water.

I picked up Casper and we placed him in the cage.  Within seconds, he was heartily partaking of the delectable treats.

Casper seemed to take no notice of the two injured Canada geese or Wild Turkey (with broken leg) housed in the same general area. He was too busy enjoying his "Thanksgiving" chow.

Casper was finally safe and out of danger -- perhaps for the first real time in his life.

Finally leaving the Wild Bird Fund with Lianna, I felt immensely grateful to everyone and how beautifully the day had turned out.

Every day that this compromised and vulnerable duck was at the mercy of the wild, so to speak, was a day I worried and could not feel comfort with.

I felt yesterday that a burden had suddenly been lifted from my shoulders.

The wild and healed mallard, Oliver, was happily back in his home again.  And the domestic duck, Casper was on the first leg of his journey to a hoped and forever home to that which he has attachment to -- humans.

On this Thanksgiving Day I feel gratitude to the people who are able to see and appreciate the intrinsic beauty of our feathered friends for who they are and not what they are in terms of "food, trophy or ornament."

Thank you, Lianna.  Thank you, Wild Bird Fund.  

And thanks to all who are nurtured in spirit and soul by the beauty and sheer wonder of the nature around us.  -- PCA

                                                          


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Destruction and Healing (USDA Wildlife Services and Wild Bird Fund)

USDA Wildlife Services:  Killing Animals and Adding to Nation's Unemployment.

Once again, investigative journalist, Tom Knudson of the Sacramento Bee has produced an excellent and eye-opening article exposing USDA "Wildlife Services."

http://www.sacbee.com/2012/11/18/4994110/federal-wildlife-services-makes.html

Not only is the rogue agency acting like a private extermination company by killing millions of animals per year, but in the process, it is putting many humans out of work.

Here in New York City, companies like "Goosebusters" should be concerned that their businesses of non-lethal control of Canada geese could well be put out of business when there are no longer sufficient geese in NYC to "harass" due to the yearly USDA goose roundups and culls.

This has already occurred in Central Park which, in the past, used to employ goose harassment companies to keep the Canada goose population in check. The companies would send Border Collies on park lawns and around lakes to "chase" the geese from undesirable areas.

But, this past year no harassment was conducted on Canada geese in Central Park because their numbers were "too low."

If goose harassment companies care about keeping their jobs, they might do well to team up with goose advocacy groups like (27) GooseWatch NYC in support and protection of the few resident Canada geese still surviving in NYC..

"The enemy of my enemy is my friend" might well apply here.

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Wild Bird Fund and "King Oliver" -- A healed, but unwilling patient.

 "Oliver," the mallard whose leg was ensnared in fishing line has made a full recovery.  My friend, Lianna and I will pick him up tomorrow from the Wild Bird Fund and release him back to Harlem Mere in Central Park.

 http://wildbirdfund.com/

Apparently, "King Oliver" has not been a very cooperative and willing patient at the bird hospital.  Word is that he didn't appreciate having to share the pool with a wood duck and readily attacked the other patient.  And in the past few days, the recovering Oliver has made it known his desires to get back to where he belongs.  He has been impatiently flying all around the center and proving himself "hard to catch."

It should be interesting to release Oliver back tomorrow to all his bird pals at the Mere.

The question is, will I later regret having rescued this "bully duck" who compensated for his injuries by becoming a great deal tougher and more tenacious than the other birds?

All of course remains to be seen. -- PCA

                                                         
                   
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Escaping Thanksgiving (The New Domestic Ducks in Central Park)

 (Photos: 1 and 2  "Casper" -- Pekin duck, clearly disadvantaged. Will his debeaking hamper Casper's abilities to survive in an urban park setting? 3-- "Cochise" -- Swedish Black Duck?  Wing feathers stick up in unnatural fashion, suggesting some former wing trauma.)

The mystery deepens with respect to the five new domestic ducks who have mysteriously appeared at Harlem Mere over the past couple of weeks.

For sure, they did not fly in on their own.  It's highly unlikely they can fly at all except for a couple of feet off the ground.

But, what kind of ducks are they and where did they come from?

Over the past couple of days, I have been scouting the Internet, looking up information on domestic ducks.

domestic white ducks - Google Search

It is purely conjecture, but I am guessing Casper to be a "Pekin" duck, commonly used for "meat" or kept as pets. 

The other four ducks are harder to identify.  Perhaps the two girls are "Buff" ducks and the males, "Swedish Black Ducks,"  but it is impossible to know for sure.

Of the five ducks, Casper is the most comfortable around and acclimated to humans (as defined in the "very social," Pekin ducks). -- Too much so, in my view.

Part of me in fact, wonders if Casper might have been kept as a pet due to his trust and ease with humans?

On the other hand, Casper's generally poor and dirty condition when first spotted raises significant doubt on that.

Another interesting thing to note about Casper is that the top of his beak appears to have been severed off.

He has almost assuredly been debeaked.

Debeaking is a common (and cruel) practice on chickens and turkeys, (to prevent "cannibalization" when raised in crowded conditions) but it is also apparently performed on some domestic ducks, as well.  

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Debeaking

One has to seriously wonder of the impacts of debeaking on domestic waterfowl dropped off to a city park?

The shortened top beak undoubtedly hampers a bird's abilities to pull at grass, seeds, plants in the water and catch insects.

Although this is obviously not the first time seeing domestic ducks abandoned in Central Park, it is the first time observing one that is debeaked.

I have many doubts about Casper's abilities to survive in Central Park over the long haul.

Not because of a tough winter about to arrive or inability to find a flock (Casper has already acclimated and been accepted into the flock of four new domestic ducks), but because of the limitations of a deformed beak and his seeming reliance on humans.

Moreover, Casper's legs are somewhat bowed and pigeon toed resulting in him not being able to swim and walk as fast as the other ducks (both domestic and wild) at the Mere.  

This could represent life threatening limitation when forced to quickly escape free-running dogs that are common to the park during off-leash hours.

Although Casper is not obviously ill or injured at the moment, I believe it vital to seek a rescue placement for him.   He needs to be in a safe and protected environment. Preferably, a small farm or suburban setting with access to a barn and pond.

As for the other domestics at Harlem Mere, one has to simply hope that they quickly figure out modes of survival and that the upcoming winter is not too brutal and unrelenting.

One of the Swedish Black Ducks seems to have screwed up wing feathers that stick up like grotesque decorations on a hat.

I named him, "Cochise." 

One thing that is almost certain is that all five ducks are escapees from a live poultry market.

Something to think about -- especially less than a week from so-called, "Turkey Day."

Thanksgiving not exactly a day of gratitude for the millions of birds who are exploited and die for it. -- PCA

                                                        


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