Pip and Peeper taken to Project Wildlife

Pip (right) and Peeper (left)

Yesterday, I saw two young ducklings all by themselves. I think that they're the missing "parking lot" ducklings. I don't know where they've been all this time, but they were alone when I saw them. Their real mom was nearby with Poquito, the third duckling. But, mom was only keeping the one duckling warm and ignoring the other two. But, they didn't seem distressed, so I let them be.

This morning, they were still in the same place they were yesterday, but I went for my walk and came back a couple of hours later. They seemed very lethargic in the morning, but all the ducks were that day, so I didn't think anything was wrong. But, when I approached them, one moved away fast, but the other could hardly move and fell flat down. So, I grabbed him and got a box. But, I couldn't catch Pip, the second one, so I let him go as I wasn't going to take one and not the other.

Pip watches over his lethargic brother, Peeper

I did see them both eat and drink and act healthy after I let Peeper go, though I could tell that Peeper couldn't keep up with energetic Pip. A coot came by and attacked Peeper pretty bad and he couldn't get away. Then, all the other ducks started attacking them, including their mom and Poquito, their brother. Someone else came by later and helped me catch both and I took them to Project Wildlife. I sure hope I did the right thing as the lady at the desk seemed upset about me bringing them in. Peeper just seemed really lethargic and hardly moved while his friend, Pip, comforted him the whole time with cute baby duck babble.

I hated taking them in as I don't know what Project Wildlife is going to do with them. The person helping me seemed to be upset at me for bringing them in. I hope they just don't go right out and release them tomorrow or within a few days. Also, I would love to know what was wrong with Peeper. I'm hoping it's just a little hypothermia or malnutrition and nothing serious.

All three ducklings are between three and four weeks old. I am strongly suspicious that they turned up like this all of a sudden. They were acting like dumped ducks. I suspect they may have been stolen and returned to the lake.

Poquito is doing fine as are Ducky's ducklings and all the other ducklings at the lake. The older ones, such as the three sister's families are starting to wander away on their own.

Poquito

I saw the new ducklings in Cowles Bay today, down to six, feeding on algae in the drainage ditch:



D. and Killer have chicks:

Yesterday, I saw D. and Killer take their 5 to 6 week old chicks out to the feeding area. Both were male. Today, both of them were in the ballfields with three of the four older M6 male chicks, playing. I am not sure if Killer and D. had more chicks other than the two males.



And, of course, here is another shot of the roof killdeer. I thought he was George's grandson, but it's possible that it could be Spike, though I am not sure. He sure does look familiar. There are rocks on this slanted roof and I'm not sure if there's a flat spot where there could be a nest, but it's possible.

I saved a coot from drowning

I arrived at Lake Murray and went to where the geese were and gave some of the coots and ducks some peas. A red-tailed hawk was flying around and I watched it get attacked, severely, by several crows. The hawk was near where George usually hangs out, but there were no killdeer at all today, not even at the ballfields. The water level was really high.

All seemed well and the hawk began to soar at a high level. I figured he was hunting squirrels and rabbits. Eventually, I went away to another part of the lake for a few minutes and when I came back the hawk was gone. I was walking over to where there was a patch of trees that Tom the Muscovy duck likes to hide under so I could give him a treat, when I saw what looked like a coot swimming near the shore kinda funny. He was rushing and jumping around, sideways. I thought he was chasing minnows and almost walked on. But, then, his wings began to flop and his head went totally under water for a long time. He started moving slower and slower until he began to twitch like it was dying.

I went into the lake and pulled him out, but he tried to bite me and went back in. Then, I grabbed him around the middle, again and pulled him totally out of the lake, but is was more like a scoop as I tried to avoid being bitten, but it was only an inch or two from the ground before he was dropped. He lay there on the shore, breathing, but not moving. I was going to pick him up again to take it to wildlife rescue, but I had my hands full with my camera and tripod. Plus, I didn't think he would survive the trip as he looked almost dead. After a minute or two, he staggered to his feet and went into the water, flopping and kicking. He was weak, at first, but managed to get himself away from shore, though he almost couldn't keep his head up.

Very weak coot, but refusing my help

He swam over to his friends and tried to stand up on the shore, but couldn't and fell over every time he tried. His friends came up and checked him out at first, but then acted scared of him and moved away or pecked at him. But, the coot was getting stronger and was able to swim away faster, though in a lop-sided way. He got better and better and started swimming really hard and keeping his head up to keep up with his friends, who continued to peck at him.

Starting to feel better, keeping his head up, though still messed up from behind. A friend keeps him company.

Eventually, by the time I was leaving, about an hour or later, he was doing fine, except that something had damaged his hind thigh and he couldn't stand. He also looked roughed up in that area, the feathers not laying flat or straight. But, he could swim fine and was eating and playing with the other coots. He could even dive for food and the lower half of his foot seemed fine, but the upper part acted like it was paralyzed, except when he was in the water. He seemed to be adapting well, though. It was not bleeding and didn't seem broken. I suspect it was just sore.

A vulture came to see if the hawk left some left-overs, but there was nothing because the hawk didn't catch anything. However, he did not go away and waited around the area with a couple of friends.

Sorry, Mr. Vulture, no dinner at this time

I think the hawk attacked him and tried to pick him up from his thigh or hind quarters and when he couldn't do that, he tried to drown him. Then, something scared the hawk away before he could finish. The coot, suddenly losing his ability to use one of his legs and possibly suffering from hypoxia, got disoriented and began to panic. I think once he caught his breath and his adrenaline raised up because of me catching him, he was able to recover. I hope there's no after effects and he will be totally recovered tomorrow except for some bruises. Hopefully it was not a loose dog attack.

On other lake news, as I said before, there were no killdeer to be seen this afternoon, not even at the ballfields. I suspect that everyone is beyond the fence area near the dam or in another open area. They will be back if the water gets low. No other shorebirds were seen.

Water levels in George's feeding area are very, very high. No killdeers today

I found out that my cheap 2.1 MP camera does video. So, here is a video mix I made this afternoon of the non-coot drama: