Flocking behavior in birds is chaos, though seemingly
organized, and always like magic. For centuries scientists, philosophers, and
laymen have searched for the mechanism causing the concerted movements in a
flock; God, magic, magnetic fields? Most assuredly it has something to do with
the first and many recent studies point towards the latter too. Whatever it is,
it’s incredible.
This was a lot to ponder after just
one cup of coffee while watching such a flock in the chill this morning. My
flock was incessantly loud, mostly black-and-white, of varying sizes, with some
browns thrown in…yep, geese. It was primarily Snow Geese (“blues” included) with a
smattering of Ross’s Geese and Greater White-fronted Geese, often known by the moniker,
“specklebelly”.
This morning, I was the only human around along
a deserted stretch of recently flooded highway. I had 15000 geese all to myself!
The flock, most likely multiple flocks, spanned from right next to the road to
a half-mile out. Since it was early, they hadn’t had a reason to disperse for
the day yet. As I stood watching in awe and taking photos, the flock would come
to life and shift around in response to some suspected disturbance. This
happened several times, sending small groups up into the air to circle over me and
back to the main flock.
For the crisp black-and-white snow goose:
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Snow Geese in Lawrence County, AR |
Ross's Geese (the smaller ones) flying point for Snows (the bigger ones)...an interesting lineup. |
The feeling of a flock taking off
and circling back over you is indescribable. The only time the geese are caught
out of concert is while on the ground. All is calm, with the normal level of
cackling and squeaking as the busybodies wander across the field eating,
greeting, and probably arguing. A mere split-hair second of silence ensues which
the brain barely has time to register before the flock explodes. Wall to wall
wings rise in a deafening roar from the ground where, seconds ago, all was
calm. Somehow the chaos is organized, all geese rising and flying in generally
the same direction. Specklebellies and snows were in their own micro-flocks
moments before, but species no longer matters as all fight for survival.
Fight or flight? The answer is almost always flight for a Snow Goose. |
Often a response is a false alarm
and the birds return to start the process over again. Layer after layer, plane
after plane the geese, landing gear extended, descend in a graceful glide back
to their fun. But happy endings sometimes don’t come to pass and after such a violent
response today, I knew better. The sentry on duty was sharp in spotting a Bald
Eagle. At the beginning it can be hard to locate the source of the confusion
amidst, well, the confusion. It’s not long before the eagle shows itself via
parting the Goose Sea. It dives on a slow snow and bam! Goose and eagle crash
to the ground kicking and gnashing, but it’s too late for the goose that
already has blood running down the clean white feathers of its neck; eyes
crazed and fearful as life quickly escapes it. The eagle half flies, half drags
its prey to the far edge of the field where it dines for the next hour. The
other 14999 geese form “V”s and disperse into smaller flocks to bide the rest
of the day.
I’m not
squeamish and am, therefore, always on the eagle’s side. The trauma and
excitement of nature is exhilarating, not to mention when you’re in a blizzard
of Snow Geese the entire time.
"Blue" & standard Snow Geese returning after a false alarm. |
The characters of this adventure were discovered the afternoon before, in equal number, but in smaller daytime flocks. With wind and clouds rolling in, the geese were restless. Watching them I had my introductory lesson on responses elicited from different raptors. Snow Geese, always in danger, seem to know what can and can’t take down one of their kind. Sometimes, though, a sneaky harrier has the ability to send flocks careening off, but they soon realize the mistake and come back. Red-tailed Hawks also enjoy this special talent. It was one of these flame-tailed bullies that had its fun with a flock. The raptor cruised over calm geese, then playfully dove on them sending birds scattering like a wave as it flew the whole flock through. Just some good, clean hawk fun!
It was this same flock that experienced drama
from two more eagles the following morning. The first eagle, startled by my approach
took off across a field where geese enjoyed the crisp dawn. It was on a mission
to make it to some far away perch and the geese seemed to know they were in no
current peril. The eagle however, was joined by a greedy foe that didn’t like
its presence. A fight of the talons ensued over the flock, which
scattered (in nearly the same direction). The geese went NUTS and the eagles
paid them no mind as each tried to claim this prime territory. The fight
continued amongst terrified geese and eventually disappeared over the horizon.
This flock was smaller, but still nearly 8000 strong. The goose-fattened eagles
couldn’t possibly have eaten them all, but like a diligent shepherd the second
eagle had protected his flock.
Bald Eagle...always watching. |
My thoughts quickly drifted back to
flocking behavior and how the geese seemed to move in one body, even in the
frenzy of mass takeoff. For a final few minutes I was lost in the blizzard
again before snapping back to my own reality.
It’s amazing to think Snow Goose populations
were once so depleted that hunting them had to be ceased. In just about a
hundred years, populations may be higher than they ever were, even wreaking
havoc on their tundra breeding grounds. Despite the ecological issue they’ve
made of themselves, I still count myself fortunate to enjoy a species that has
rebounded all too well.
Blue morph Snow Geese coming in for landing. |
"Winter is a study in half tones,
and one must have an eye for them, or go lonely"
--Donald Culross Peattie, An Almanac for Moderns, 1935
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