Tay Meadows Tidbit – tiny bones

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About a week ago, before we got all that snow (as you can see from the photos), I was hunting for a ball I’d thrown for Raven that had disappeared into the woods and she seemed unable to find. I circled wider and wider, completely puzzled about what happened to the ball (it took a funny bounce, it later turned out, and ended up on the other side of the driveway yards away from where we were looking). Eventually my circles brought me to a track in the forest, barely more than a tree-less gap, that ran between the natural forest and the artificially-planted pines at the foot of the drive.

Out in the middle of this, I spotted some poop. It looked like hawk or owl poop. I remember reading on Julie Zickefoose’s blog some time ago about the difference between hawk and owl poops, in that one (I think owl) drops it straight down from their perch, while the other (hawk) expels it at an angle. The first ends up as a blob on the leaf litter, while the latter results in more of a streak. These ones looked definitely blob-ish, so I suspect owl, and a good-sized one at that given the amount of poop. Perhaps the Great Horned that we’ve heard from time to time and whose pellet Dan found under the maple in the front yard.

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Looking closer, I noticed there was a pile of bones beside the poop. They were completely cleaned off. I couldn’t tell how long they (or the poop) had been there – possibly even since that first pellet was found in early October. Although we tend to think of bird poop washing away quickly, if it had been a dry spell, the poop might have hardened making it harder to wash off the leaves. My suspicion is that these bones used to be in a pellet, but that rain that we’ve had since (and quite a bit of it at times in November) combined with the work of scavenging beetles and other invertebrates, have decomposed and washed away the hair that used to be matted up with it.

I can’t tell what they used to belong to. Most of the bones were broken or fragmented, and the only skull bone I could pick out was a portion of a lower jaw bone, below. I didn’t think owls broke the bones when they were digesting their prey and forming the pellet, and I briefly toyed with the idea that this might be a snake poop, but aside from the broken bones there was nothing else to conclusively support that. I saw a few vertebrae in the pile, but the rest were generic long bones, or at least looked that way. The jaw bone was tiny, and quite long relative to its size. Shrew, perhaps?

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Along the rail trail

Old Ontario & Quebec Railway (CPR) rail trail
Raven shaking the snow off. The trail is used by snowmobilers in the winter, and where it crosses the road there are cute mini versions of street signs to direct the snowmobile traffic.

So I got to the end of the property and decided, what the heck, I’d walk a little bit farther. Raven, who has more energy packed into her little 45-pound frame than can possibly originate from a few cups of dry kibble, would have been happy to hike to Perth and back. Me, not so much. It was cold, and I had stuff to get back to. But I thought going down to the bridge that I had seen from the highway when I drive by would be a manageable distance.

Old Ontario & Quebec Railway (CPR) rail trail
Raven thinks we're headed to the 100-acre woods, and starts turning off the rail bed toward the property entrance when we get there. Not today, pup!
Old Ontario & Quebec Railway (CPR) rail trail
Along parts of it the bed passes through what looked like it had been a wet depression bordering on swamp. The large, possibly vernal, woodland pools were covered in ice now.

The “trail” is a retired railway bed, and as such it’s broad and flat. In the summer it’s loosely covered in gravel; in the winter it’s loosely covered in snow. I don’t think it ever gets plowed, I suspect they count on snowmobiles to pack the snow down, if they worry about snow maintenance at all. When we stepped out onto it the trail stretched out ahead of us pristine and clear of tracks. I don’t know how much use the trail actually gets. I’ve walked along it a few times, and only ever seen one other person on it, an ATVer back in the fall. I’d gotten so used to the trail being empty, the ATVer rather startled me.

Old Ontario & Quebec Railway (CPR) rail trail
We met up with a line of tracks in one spot. They were large, and straight, and looked like a canine trotting. Somebody's pet, roaming the neighbourhood? Coyote? Perhaps one of the foxes I keep seeing signs of?
Old Ontario & Quebec Railway (CPR) rail trail
Raven, who had been sniffing out something behind me in the previous photo, now charges ahead again. She doesn't know what made the tracks, either, but they sure smell interesting.

Curious about the history of the trail, I called my dad, who readers of my mom’s blog will know as Railguy. He gave me a bunch of leads that helped get me started on a Google search for more information. Turns out, the rail bed itself was built in 1884 as the main through line from Perth to Toronto of the Ontario & Quebec Railway (incidentally, the OQR was acquired through perpetual lease by Canadian Pacific Railway, CPR, that same year, so it never got a chance to operate as an independent OQR line). The route starts just west of Perth in the hamlet of Glen Tay, where it branches from another CPR line, and runs west through several small Ontario towns to Peterborough, and then southwest to Toronto. The rail line was essentially completed May 5 of 1884, but the first train didn’t travel the line until August 11, due to delays caused by a sinkhole some 60 kilometers (38 miles) west of here near Kaladar.

Old Ontario & Quebec Railway (CPR) rail trail
There's that blue, blue sky again. It's funny how dark it looks because the sun is low in the sky already, even though it's just after noon.
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Standing on the rail bed, looking toward the bridge over the creek along Highway 7. I waited for a car to come by to better show how close it is. Sorta takes away from the nature-y-ness of it to have traffic rumbling away so close.

Less than 15 years after opening, the Perth-Toronto line had become so well-traveled that there was discussion about widening the bed and laying down a second, parallel track. Surveys were completed in 1898 to assess feasibility and cost in straightening the line and reducing the grade (built at 1.1%, they wanted to reduce it to 0.8%). Some 17 locations totaling half of the length of the line would require fixing, and the decision was made instead to build further south, paralleling the shore of Lake Ontario, which had a better grade and didn’t require crossing the Canadian Shield (ie., could be built much straighter).

Old Ontario & Quebec Railway (CPR) rail trail
A section lined by cedars on both sides. And a rare instance where Raven had fallen behind. Look at that clean, unblemished snow.
Old Ontario & Quebec Railway (CPR) rail trail
Coming up on the bridge, I can just see it in the distance.

As passenger travel gave way from trains to automobiles, service along this line would likely have become primarily freight, and then even that eventually mostly shifted down to the lakeshore line, since the easier grade allowed trains to move faster and haul more. Finally, in July 1971, 87 years after it was laid, the track between Glen Tay and the small town of Tweed was retired from service. Sixteen years later, in 1987, the second half of that line “subdivision”, from Tweed to Havelock, was discontinued.

Farm on Highway 7
My favourite photo of the outing. All the pieces just came together compositionally for this one. The highway lies between me and the barn, but you can't even tell. Maybe I could sell them a print.
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A beaver lodge just to the left of the barn. Didn't see any beavers, or even any signs of beaver activity, so I'm not sure if it's still active.

Most of that information came from this website on “Old Time Trains”. It doesn’t provide any indication on when the rails would have been pulled up. I don’t know who owns the land now, whether it still belongs to CPR or if it’s been bought or leased by another company (I thought I might have seen something about Bell Canada having right-of-way?) or organization (for instance the Eastern Ontario Trails Alliance – do they lease land?)

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The old bridge. Judging by the state of the wooden crossties, this might be the original bridge installed in 1884. Or perhaps it was a replacement made in the early decades of the 1900s. It looks as though it's been around quite a long time, in any case.
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Standing on the bridge, looking south. You can just make out the farms on the crossroad. I didn't realize the bridge was this close to the crossroad, or I might have thought twice about walking down. It was 1.5 km (0.9 mi) along the railbed each way, plus 0.75 km (0.5 mi) there and back to the rear of our property - a 4.5 km (2.8 mi) round trip when I'd left the house just planning on doing one!

I searched and searched looking for any indication that this section was part of a formal trail system, but was unable to find anything. Some 25 kilometers (16 miles) west of here, the retired line from Sharbot Lake west to Kaladar has been incorporated into the Trans Canada Trail. At Sharbot Lake, instead of continuing east along the line, the TCT jogs southward and actually passes near our old house, going through the south of Frontenac Provincial Park. It then returns north, ending up 30 kilometers (19 miles) east of here, in Smiths Falls. I’m not sure why they didn’t just run the trail straight through. It’s not even listed as an “alternate route” as some trail systems sometimes offer.

beaver lodge? and creek
This looks like it might once have been another beaver lodge. Or maybe just a pile of sticks that someone cleared from cutting up a few trail-infringing saplings?
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With the sun low and clouds periodically sweeping through, the light did some neat things during the walk. This was the best photo of a light-effect, with the sun reflecting off the ice.

The only spot I could find this section of rail bed formally recognized as a recreational trail was on the website of the Eastern Ontario Trail Alliance. They provide a map on their website which shows trails throughout Shield Country. They mark this section of the rail bed in purple. Unfortunately, the resolution of the map is too small for me to be able to determine what purple means. I suspect they represent things like multi-use, pedestrian, ATV/snowmobile, etc. It’s different from the yellow and green trails, though, whatever it is.

Old Ontario & Quebec Railway (CPR) rail trail
Raven looks like she's 200 feet ahead of me, but it's only because I'm using the wide-angle; she keeps to a pretty regular 50 feet in front, glancing back regularly to make sure I'm still following her. Here she's noticed I've stopped to take a photo, and has stopped to wait for me.
Old Ontario & Quebec Railway (CPR) rail trail
She'd paused to sniff something, and lost a precious 25 feet of lead-space, which she now bounds off to make up.

East from our house the rail bed largely parallels the highway. A short distance west it starts to turn south away from the highway and cuts through the bush more. I would be interested in following it west at some point. I don’t think I’d be much inclined to go far in the winter, but perhaps in the summer I might bike for a ways. That would require obtaining a bike first, I suppose…

The world in white

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More snow photos, forgive me. I just couldn’t help myself. When I got up this morning there was a lovely white fluffy blanket of a couple of inches of the stuff spread across the ground and just about everything else. The first snow we got was just a sprinkling, a hint of what was to come. Today’s snowfall was our first significant accumulation. Since everything looked so lovely, and the sun was out and shining brightly, I decided to walk to my usual header-photo-taking spot halfway along the field immediately behind the house and get a new seasonally-appropriate image for the blog. This will be the blog’s header image until winter really settles in and we’ve accumulated enough snow that you can’t see much of the grasses anymore – late January, perhaps.

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A photo of the front yard, with a smooth white frosting, as taken from the living room windows. Dan’s poor boat, with nowhere to float these days, sits overturned in the same place it’s been since we moved in in July, tucked against the foot of a spruce. I really like that we’re surrounded by so many evergreens. This photo looks down toward the road, not that you can see it. The owners, many years ago, planted the spruces (and, farther beyond, the pines) as a privacy screen when the neighbours started building their house. They do a great job. They also look stunning draped in snow. Snow on spruce boughs has to be one of my favourite winter sights. Snow on pine boughs runs a close second.

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It was too pretty to just walk back for the house photo, so I decided to take Raven and hike to the back field, and admire the snow. Raven was up for that. She’s always up for a hike. You comin’, slowpoke?

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She has great fun in the snow. Her favourite thing is snowbanks, which she loves to roll around in like those playful ravens, her namesakes. (We didn’t really name her after the playful ravens, just ravens in general.) But just dashing around, snuffling at footprints, that’ll suit her, too.

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The sky was such an incredible, rich blue. There’s something about winter that really brings out the blue of the sky. Is it simply that it has no other colours to compete against?

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Midway back, a group of cedars. Number three is snow on cedar boughs. Actually, I think this little grove has a little bit of everything in it.

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And then we reach the back of our fields. At the very back there’s a large section of wet ground, almost bog-like, filled with cedars and sphagnum moss and a few tamarack. The cedars form dense groves through the wet bits.

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Led on, perhaps, by the beautiful scenery? I had planned only to go as far as the last field, but when I got there, I decided to push further, to the back fenceline. The wet areas would be frozen, which was my main deterrent for going through there in the warmer months. It would be nice to have a little boardwalk to cross through without stepping on vegetation or getting your feet wet. The evergreens through here all look so pretty with the snow adorning their branches.

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Very tall cedars where the ground dries out a bit more. It’s funny how even though the trees are the same species, the grove can have a completely different feel. Despite the closed canopy, the ground still has a layer of snow.

I get to the fenceline, just beyond. And… I’m not ready to turn around and go back to the house just yet, despite that I didn’t wear my longjohns. Perhaps just a short ways down the rail trail that abuts the back end of the property? Yes, I think so. Maybe I’ll walk down to the stream and come back… Raven thinks this is a great idea.

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To be continued…

Sunday Snapshots: Raven on thin ice

Raven and frozen pond

We’ve had a string of below-freezing nights and cool days that have frozen over our standing water. At lunchtime today Raven and I walked back to our little pond. I was surprised to find, by breaking the ice at the edge, that it was already frozen to nearly a 3/4″ (2cm) thickness. It wouldn’t support my weight, but it seemed thick enough to hold Raven up. I kept expecting the ice to crack and for her to fall in, but she never did (I wouldn’t have been worried; it’s less than a foot deep, and she’s a water dog). It sang as she walked about on it and tugged on weeds and branches frozen into its surface, though, a high twittering like a flock of little birds. I took 140+ photos – but I’ll limit it to 18 here…

Raven and frozen pond
Really want that stick...

Raven and frozen pond

Raven and frozen pond
Trying instead to get those grass tufts.
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Guess she'll settle for a hunk of ice.

Raven and frozen pond

Raven and frozen pond

Raven and frozen pond

Raven and frozen pond

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Ooo, but what's that?
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Not so certain about the ice.
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Always likes a challenge

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On the trail of something

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Ripples of vibrations transferred through the ice

All dressed in red

Northern Cardinal

For the past month or so now we’ve been graced with the presence of a bright male Northern Cardinal at our feeders. Dan spotted it first, and I happened to be on the phone at the time. He was gesturing for me to look out the window, but the cord wasn’t long enough for me to see the feeder, and I couldn’t tell what he had spotted. When I got off a couple of minutes later, I came over to see what he was looking at. I was just as excited as he was to see the bird.

It’s funny to think of being excited over a cardinal, when back in the Greater Toronto area where I spent the first 28 years of my life they were a very common bird, and one of the first that a country girl learns to identify at the family’s feeders. Their distinctive metallic chink call is commonly heard in the shrubs while out walking. They’re regularly encountered in urban subdivisions, and they’re one of the first birds to be heard singing in late winter (or sometimes even mid-winter, for a particularly enthusiastic individual).

But out here in eastern Ontario, cardinals are a bit of a novelty. Since moving away from Toronto I have encountered a total of three individuals (not including ones I’ve seen on trips back to the Big City). We had two females (or maybe the same one on two separate occasions) visit us last winter at the lake house. And now this winter we have this lone male coming to our feeders.

Northern Cardinal map from Ontario Breeding Bird Atlas

This map was borrowed from the Ontario Breeding Bird Atlas’ website (which allows you to use the data there for non-commercial purposes with attribution). It shows the combined data from the 1981-85 and 2001-05 Atlases. Squares where the species was recorded in the most recent Atlas are coloured in according to the highest level of breeding evidence obtained in that square. If the species was recorded in both Atlases, there is no dot; however, if it was new for the 2001-2005 Atlas there is a yellow dot, and if the species was recorded in a square in the first Atlas but not found in the second, there is a black dot on a white square.

As you can see, there are a lot of yellow dots. They’re mostly along the northern edge of the bird’s range: the Bruce Peninsula and Manitoulin Island, along the north shore of Georgian Bay, across the southern edge of the Shield, and through much of eastern Ontario. I’m sure this represents a statistically significant shift in range boundaries, and although I recall seeing the data at some point when I was working on the publication staff for the Atlas, I don’t seem to see it in the book.

The author of the Northern Cardinal account does note, however, that the northern boundary of the Northern Cardinal’s range is approximately the same as the isotherm (the imaginary line connecting the dots of different places with the same temperature data) for the January mean minimum temperature of -16°C (3°F). That suggests that the coldest cardinals are able to tolerate is an average January overnight temperature of -16. In places where the average is colder, you’re not going to find many, if any, cardinals.

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Now, cardinals haven’t become any more cold-tolerant in the last twenty years. Rather, the isotherm has shifted north and east as global temperatures warm fractionally. Combined with the abundance of birdfeeders that are now commonplace across much of North America, the cardinal has expanded its range dramatically over the last century. The very first record of the species in Ontario wasn’t until 1849, and the first recorded nest wasn’t found until 1901 at Point Pelee in far southwestern Ontario. It didn’t take very long for the bird to spread, however. By 1915 it was recorded nesting in London, in Brantford by 1919, and in Toronto by 1922 (marked on the map above by green dots and the first letter of the city’s name). That’s pretty quick progression!

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Of course, a nest record doesn’t make the bird common, and it’s too bad that the atlas doesn’t offer the abundance maps online. Though the bird was found in Ottawa even by the last atlas, its numbers are pretty low outside of southwestern Ontario. Its areas of greatest abundance remain the relatively warmer areas around Windsor, the Golden Horseshoe (from Niagara wrapping around Lake Ontario to Toronto) and surrounding cities, and an more isolated patch near Ottawa. Cities tend to have warmer temperatures than the rural landscape surrounding them, and they also have a higher density of birdfeeders, which means that overwinter survival is easier for the birds. In these population centres, abundances as recorded through point count surveys suggested some areas may have as many as 17+ birds per 25 point counts (each 10km x 10km square [approx 6mi x 6mi] contained 25 counts on average, scattered randomly). So essentially, stop anywhere in these regions and there’s a nearly 70% chance you’ll hear a cardinal.

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Getting back to our cardinal. Our region recorded between 0.01 and 2 birds per 25 point counts – the lowest the scale goes before you get to zero birds per 25. That means that there’s a less than 8% chance that at any given stop you’re likely to hear a cardinal. They’re around, sure – but not very common at all. Our particular area seems to be near the zero end of that range. Our home is close to the corners of four squares; of the 84 total point counts completed in those four squares, a cardinal was recorded on only one. Two of the four squares never saw a cardinal at all, on point count or off.

This probably relates, once again, to the harshness of the winters along the edge of the Shield and surrounding areas, and the relative paucity of feeders compared to in the city. I admit I haven’t been scoping out the neighbours’ yards, but nobody has a big feeder array prominently displayed at the front of their house, in any case. With the number of birds who spend the day here I wouldn’t be surprised if we were the only home with feeders in our immediate vicinity.

Northern Cardinal

So I’m glad the cardinal found us – he might be the only one for kilometers. Perhaps he’s a young bird dispersing from a nest some distance away, which would explain why he’s not accompanied by a female, since cardinal pairs usually (though not always) remain together year-round. The other possibilities might be that his mate died, or he’s among the small percentage of birds who dissolve the pair bond over the winter. There’s no way to determine his age at this point – by late fall male cardinals have acquired their bright orange beaks and red plumage, having grown a completely new set of feathers from the ones he grew in the nest (relatively unusual among songbirds, the majority of whom replace body but not flight feathers in their first fall).

He sure brightens up the feeders when he arrives!