The majority of what I write about here on the blog is my politics. But recently I’ve been blessed with some new toys; a macbook, which has introduced me to imovie and a number of other fun tools, and a new Canon elph camera, which has propelled me back into taking pictures –something I started doing with an older digital camera about 5 years ago. The elph, though, has brought me into the modern world with digital imaging, and reintroduced me to my love of nature; and in particular, birds.
(I tried uploading them and they’re too large, so allow me some time to figure out here on the mac - how to make them smaller.)

This is a relatively large contingent of cormorants, and I can’t figure out if it’s a number of bachelors hanging together, as one might often see with adolescent mallard ducks, or if this is an extended family. The only other place I’ve observed cormorants is at the Palatine Nature Center - but when I’ve seen them there, it’s only been a solitary bird; not a group of cormorants, like this. In this particular area (which you can see off the Elgin O’hare), there is marshland, so one is prone to see white egrets, or herons there, too.
Notice the white egret in the upper left hand portion of this photo, taken from my side (or what I like to term the condo side) across from the peninsula. We have a number of redwinged blackbirds around who don’t like the presence of egrets or herons and harrass the hell out of them until they go away. I’ve never quite been able to understand quite why redwinged blackbirds are so irritated by egrets or herons, since it seems obvious both egrets and herons are interested in underwater prey; but perhaps egrets or herons would be interested in blackbird eggs or nestlings if they weren’t bombarded by heckling from those annoying little redwinged blackbirds.
Egrets and herons like to hunt close to the edges of our peninsula across the way from my condo; and we see a lot of nesting geese swimming in the water here, also, as in these photos. (Redwinged blackbirds seem misplaced here, since there are no reeds, rushes or cattails.) Right now, the goslings are still showing a slight bit of their short-lived yellow down. I don’t see any geese over where the cormorants are. I wonder if the water moves too much for them, or just exactly why the area isn’t conducive to nesting geese. Where the cormorants were standing appeared to be a shallow area where they could simply stand instead of tread water.

When I was on the shore there, they jumped in the water and made a beeline straight for me. They must have been under the mistaken impression that I was there for the purpose of feeding them.

When they realized I had no bread to give them, they turned and swam away.
These birds grow so rapidly that it won’t belong before they are ugly light grey gawky looking creatures with short wing buds that look like deformed mutant replicas of their parents.
Eventually, they grow out of that awkward stage, but much beyond this stage, the young birds remain ugly until their adult plumage starts to grow in.
I didn’t even know we had birds like this here in Illinois until I moved out to Streamwood, which was largely farmland at that time–20 years or so ago, now. I grew up in Park Ridge, and when I was counting birds there in my little notebook, I would count sparrows, starlings, robins, and assorted songbirds, an occasional bluebird or goldfinch (on rare occasions during the summertime, hummingbirds), grosbeaks and cardinals, an occasional indigo bunting and pigeons down by the railroad tracks, which built nests under the viaduct. Pigeons seemed to not appreciate our backyards, which was lucky for us.
We did have a neighbor once, who raised pigeons. Why someone would do that is beyond me. I’d rather raise any number of other types of birds if I were to take it up as a hobby; something like fancy cockatiels or English parakeets; most definitely with an indoor aviary.
But when I was young, Park Ridge was a city suburb of Chicago, and there was no farmland. By contrast, when my dad grew up there, it was primarily farmland and he was able to observe chickens being slaughtered for dinner as a kid. He still tells some of those stories as though they happened yesterday. From my point of view, it’s relatively hard to imagine how much a town can change within a mere generation. Still, I managed to still see an occasional red tailed hawk, sparrowhawk, or falcon. Birds like those used to take advantage of the many trees we had in the neighborhood, and the rodent and rabbit populations.
For a while, I was noticing beavers around Streamwood wreaking havoc and decimating some of the wooded areas. We are surrounded by woodlands here, which consists mostly of forest preserves. People who own land here are beginning to sell it off because of how property values have jumped in the last 25 years.
Now although for the past 20 years, Streamwood has been rapidly building up and ridding itself and the neighboring areas of farmland, we still have some dairy farms in Elgin, and some stables in Elgin along with other relatively close cities.
I’ll probably be taking pictures of some of those when I get the opportunity, too.

These photos are unretouched, but I’ve been playing around with retouching and will probably put some enhanced photos up as time goes on. What fun this is!