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The Dark Side of Mother Nature, Our Nature, Their Nature

A wild rabbit hides under the shrubbery — probably hoping that if he stays still, I can’t see him.

As all avid hunters already know, taking on the study of Nature isn’t a walk in the park filled with tweeting songbirds, frolicking bunny rabbits, playful deer, and bashful skunks smelling of perfume.

Nature in the real world has very little in common with the Disney movie “Bambi.” (Including the fact that Bambi’s daddy was obviously an elk, something my born-to-be an outdoorsman son figured out by the age of three.)

No, Nature is full of the bad, the ugly, the mean and the dastardly deeds of its creatures. Nature has a dark side — but then, so do we.

Tasty Little Critters

My daughter, Tara, grills up a mean Slab O’ Meat.

My daughter, former page and web designer and popular food columnist for Chronicle food columnist, Tara Leonard —  now rocking the Wacky Web World with her freelance design work — can hardly look at a rabbit without licking her chops over the idea of a rich rabbit stew.

She sees a round-breasted California quail and thinks, “Mmmm, roast quail with a balsamic reduction.”

Buddy the WonderDog, my best friend and a Labrador Retriever, thinks “Chase. Catch lunch!”

Me? I think, “Oooo, pretty!” and I shoot at them — with a camera.

Waterfowling with WOW

In March I attended a waterfowling workshop with the Washington Outdoor Women.

Getting ready to shoot at the WOW Waterfowling Workshop, Mar. 2012, under the watchful eye of Cathleen Bingaman, shotgunning instructor.

I was prompted to take this workshop because I wanted to get to know the women WOW organization and see how they worked (I’d love to start a group like that down here). I also thought that as an outdoors writer I should be out there shooting something and ducks seemed to be an easy and convenient because I have duck ponds in my backyard. I also have a love for training bird dogs and am a generally reliable shotgun shooter — although I have only shot at clay pigeons in the past.

I was wary of the idea of duck hunting. Not because it’s generally cold and miserable work, but because of the day my son and I went duck hunting and we experienced the “Duck That Wouldn’t Die” incident.

I was traumatized over it whole affair — we also had a tree fall down just a few feet away that day, so add a near-death experience to the day and I was done with ducks.

Until now. It only took one bite of a duck summer sausage at the WOW waterfowling workshop to change my mind. It was so good I wanted to climb up on the counter and hover over the dish growling at anyone who dared to come near me.

I’ll never look at a duck the same way again.

Mouth-watering Big Game

In early May I had the blessed opportunity to watch our resident herd of Cinebar elk hanging out in my backyard for three days.

A second year bull elk (right) faces off with the lead cow (the combatant on the left) of the resident Cinebar herd in my backyard. I’m fascinated by the beauty and behavior of these beasts, but can’t help thinking that they also look delicious.

They played, fought, grazed, lazed, and wandered, and I stalked them, shooting at them (again, with my camera), and enjoying their presence. I took some amazing photos of loving moments between yearling calves and pregnant cows, and got a few lucky shots of the lead cow disciplining a two-year bull who wouldn’t move fast enough for her liking.

Later I was able to study the two-days worth two-thousand photographs at my leisure.

Maybe it was because I had skipped a couple of meals while stalking the elk, but all I could think about was elk pot roast — one of my all-time favorite dishes — as I scrolled through the photos.

As tasty as elk are, however, I doubt I’ll ever be a big game hunter. Why? I had a rule with my boys when they were growing up, “You kill it, you clean it, you cook it.”

The very idea of me going at a big, dead elk with a knife in my hands is just too overwhelming. Ripping the skin off a dead duck? Easy peasy.

Eagles, Ravens Scrapping Over Coyote Carcass

In early May, on the way to the Salkum Grocery, I spotted a dead coyote on the side of the road. I immediately pulled into the next driveway and perched my camera on the edge of the window, sure that something would come along soon to pick at the carcass.

Coyotes are beautiful animals. I love to watch them hunt the field, I enjoy listening to them howl at night.

I also hate the idea of them killing one of my precious resident California Quail or raiding a duck’s nest at the pond, so I wasn’t entirely unhappy that this coyote was roadkill.

A pair of Common Ravens feast on what’s left of a coyote carcass.

I was soon rewarded by the appearance of two Common Ravens — my personal favorite bird.

They were stunning creatures, as they pecked and pulled at the flesh of the coyote, their beaks red from blood and dripping with gore. I held my trigger finger down, trying to get a good shot off while struggling with my distaste for the darker side of nature.

The next day I was able to capture a juvenile Bald Eagle going to battle with an adult Bald Eagle over the carcass, and then watched as the victorious youngster devoured parts of his prize.

It was the Circle of Life played out before me. It was as beautiful as it was ugly.

Spring Migration Brings Foul Feathers and Fair

The Brown-headed Cowbird has arrived in my backyard. They are a beautiful bird — the males are a shining black with brown monk-like hoods and an oddly musical, sometimes gurgling call; the females are a gentle grayish brown and wear sweet expressions of innocence.

The elegant beauty of the female Brown-headed Cowbird is forever sullied in the nature lover’s mind once they learn that this gal and her charming “bubbloozeee” singing partner don’t bother to build their own nests or care for their own children. She will lay her eggs in the nests of other birds, not only foregoing her parental responsibilities, but her actions often lead to the death of the other nestlings.

But these birds are anything but innocent.

They’re bad parents who leave their eggs in other birds’ nests, leaving their nestlings for other birds to raise. And because the cowbird eggs hatch earlier than their hosts’ eggs, the cowbird hatchlings crowd out the resident baby birds and take most of their food.

Last year I taught Buddy the WonderDog to bark when I said “Bad bird!” scaring the evil intruders away from my porch seed feeders.

But they aren’t the only wicked birds in town.

Crows, ravens, jays and other birds are known nest robbers.

Eagles will steal the twigs from a hard-working, nest-building Osprey.

European Starlings steal prime nest sites from bluebirds, swallows, and woodpeckers, leading to a decline in their population.

Light Needs Dark

Nature definitely has a dark side and the more you watch Nature at work, the easier it is to see.

But without the dark side of Nature, I am convinced that the light and beautiful side of Nature wouldn’t shine as bright.

About Kimberly Mason

Kimberly Mason is a freelance writer, photojournalist, and web designer. When she's not out chasing a story, you'll find her at work in one her three main offices — her big backyard, the Cowlitz River, or the recliner in her living room. She has four grown children, three grandchildren, and is owned by a Labrador retriever, Buddy the WonderDog.

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