Monday, May 3, 2010
The sun makes an appearance and we discover with happiness the tops of mountains. We decide to take advantage of the lull to push to the park Alpha, St. Martin Vésubie. Let us stop at
Roquebillière where we find an essence of Providence, and headed toward the Boréon. Busy market in St. Maarten, a small town flirt.
us come to the park to the wolves, there are few visitors on Monday morning.
3 packs share the territory, two of gray wolves (one from Copenhagen, the other from the Czech Republic), one of Italian wolves.
First, ERPs, are 7 and soon to descend to the level of visitors in the lookout. Three little turns and then leave.
11.15, a time when the keepers feed the Italian mob, composed of a couple. Smaller size and more savage than the gray wolf, the wolf comes looking for food in several stages, picking up a few little "ins" (a quail this time) hidden, to occupy them and make them do some exercise.
Third enclosure, empty, then pause picnic near do not miss.
And it does well, because the pack Pelago, composed of 10 individuals, appears to 13.30. The show, seen from several places, worth a detour.
For over an hour, we marveled at seeing several scenes. Small first round, wolves inspect the ground, feel visitors, remain cautious. Then they take the course of their traditional activities. Sunsets, standing, bathing, play, nap, watch, anything goes ... A male sits on a cut tree trunk, like a good watchdog, and lends itself to photography. A female injured because dominated, loves to stick to the glass and it is with pleasure that one looks. Beautiful eyes, she seems to suffer from his injuries, seeking the best position to rest. A
wolves suffered for a few minutes the onslaught of his fellows, or domination games, no one knows.
Nearly 300 photos later, we leave the park. Raven, coal tit, nuthatch, nutcracker, dipper attend the wolves and we can also observe and hear.
Night falls and the rain too. We enter the woods and Frederick activated fire is its small chore he performs with pleasure ...
We look forward to seeing Vulpino, our fierce little fox.
We eat and then prepare the bait, chicken nuggets and small piece of fat meat.
is 21h. No photos tonight, we sit on the floor and watching for the arrival of the predator. It is expected this time. The rain and some perfume industry croquettes are probably to blame. 21:30. Here he emerges from the boulders. He will not come on the short wall throughout our observation. Maybe he sees us, we intend to ...
We go to bed, after three appearances.
around 2am, we were awakened by screams and shrill terrifying. Rekindle the outside light, Vulpino take in the act of kibble, but see no other animal: owl, mustelid? The fox ran away scared. After much thought and listening to various screams, we lean towards the cry of the fox, startled by something at night ...
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