Saturday, January 17, 2015

Eagle River Hatchling (oil on canvas 7 x 9 in.)

24 October 2014 finds me clambering down the steep embankment from Highway 17 beside the bridge over the Eagle River, a little over two kilometres north of the town of Eagle River, Ontario. 

This is a broad, clay-bed river with boulders scattered along its edges and also emerging from the flat yellow-grassed clay and gravel shores.  A tall crest of Pines and Spruces reflects darkly from the far shore. I am searching for a scene.  

The soft wet sandy shore looks like a highway for wildlife. Deer tracks predominate, large and small cloven hoof prints - added to them are fox mink and Racoon, duck and Heron. The water is not quite clear, and olive brown.  An overcast day with a light breeze that one would call quiet if it weren't for highway noise. 

As I study the water to determine which way
the river is flowing I notice a small movement among the billows of filamentous alga in the shallows near the rock on which I'm sitting, and there is a tiny Snapping Turtle, struggling to extract its hind feet from fine clingy filaments of alga. And here is another, paddling up to the boundary between water and land, where it claws itself a little depression for resting from the exertions of hatching and struggling downhill through the tall grasses from the nest site. Then I notice a third and a fourth hatchling, all in the shallows near the sandy beach. 

Fred joins me and together we count six baby Snappers. I plan my painting - one of the hatchlings beneath the water surface - understating the coin-shaped little animal so that it is seen as a part of its watery world, with only a couple of cattail leaf bases emerging. Behind me, Fred searches the steep highway embankment for the nest hole. The bank has grown up thickly with Horsetail and Sweet Clover since the mother Snapper laid her eggs in June, and he found no sign of an emergence hole. It's much easier to spot a turtle nest after it has been found and excavated by a Raccoon or Skunk, leaving a litter of curled white shell scraps - but an unfound nest remains invisible through the summer and early fall until the first tiny turtle digs its way out.

Since this south-facing embankment of sandy gravel is the best kind of nesting substrate, and the landscape here is so flat and composed of clay and rock, we remember how many nesting Snappers we've seen close along roads back home, with so few roadkills, we speculate that this may be a case where a highway may benefit a Turtle population.

Each tiny turtle alternately rests and explores, learning about its watery home. By the time their internal yolk sacs are absorbed they will have noticed the movements of aquatic insects and learned to hunt, and when the water temperature drops toward winter, they'll be quietly hidden in deep water, waiting for spring.

Fred works up and down both shores of the river, scanning for Unionid mussels, picking up handfuls of drift, and noting four young Green Frogs and lots of sign of Beaver cuttings, as well as Canada Goose, Mink, Muskrat, Coyote and Wolf tracks.

A Kingfisher flies like an arrow across the river, and a Raven comments "Grawk" from the pine tops. I could spend all day following my little turtles, but it's time to continue east to the next pipeline crossing.



Dear supporters and patrons of my art,

My 7 x 9 inch original oil painting, "Eagle River Hatchiling" is available for $400 to support our independent survey of the Energy East Pipeline. If you would like to purchase it, please contact me   

Aleta Karstad

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