Photojournal
- 25
July 2004
Campbell
Valley Park
On Sunday
the 25th, I went out to Campbell Valley Park, which is in south
Langley. I'd never been to this park before, so I didn't know what
to expect. I got there a little after 7:30 in the morning; the days
had been hot and I didn't want to be walking too much at midday.
Near the main entrance,
I found a little pond that was full of frogs and buzzing with
dragonflies. Here's one of the green guys.
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I hung around
the pond for a little while, but wasn't able to get photos of any
other frogs...they just seemed too shy. I'll spare you the dragonflies,
'cuz there weren't any that are different than what I've already
posted, anyway.
I went looking for
a path to trod along and came upon a couple of fields with big
picnic shelters and barbequing facilities. There was a parks worker
tidying up one of the shelters, and I found a couple of rabbits
in the fields. Here's one I found out in the middle of the grass
(rather than along the edges, where cautious bunnies tend to stay).
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He bolted right after
this photo, and I got one shot of him running.
I followed a path into
the woods, but then it started getting narrow so I wasn't sure
if it was one of the main park trails. I backtracked and went
to the other side of the parking lot, where I found Shaggy Mane
trail, which is used by the local equestrians (there's an equestrian
center in the park somewhere). Just after getting to this trail,
I happened upon a tree with a couple of Common Yellowthroats flitting
around in it. I got a number of shots, and I was pretty sure I
had some good ones. Here are two of them.
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That was neat, because
those are the best shots I've ever gotten of those cute li'l fellers.
I proceeded along the
Shaggy Mane trail, and it entered the woods and pretty much stayed
in the woods. From time to time, someone (more often than not,
an attractive woman) would ride past on a horse. I would occasionally
hear the call of an American Robin or Spotted Thrush, and even
more occasionally hear the tap-tap-tap of a woodpecker. The woodpeckers
didn't show themselves, though.
Well, I continued walking
for about 45 minutes to an hour, and then decided to give up because
I really wasn't seeing much of anything. So I turned around and
started heading back. Maybe two minutes later, I hear a woodpecker,
close by. Turns out he was on a tree that was right next to the
path, and the tree was in one of the spots where sunlight made
it through the canopy. He was a Downy Woodpecker, one of the small
guys.
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He seemed to be pecking
at the fungus, not the tree itself.
Well, that was a neat
find, but it was to be my last of the day. I went back without
encountering anything else of note (despite some trips off the
beaten path to try to find the source of other woodpecker noises).
I had a look at the
park map before I left, and it seems as though I could have continued
down the narrow forest path I first found to get to other major
trails through the park. Hopefully those trails are not as deep-woods
as the Shaggy Mane. It will certainly be worth another visit to
find out.
Being shorter than
usual,
your roaming friend,
Tom
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