In most parts of Ontario, Wood Ducks will flee at the first hint of human beings. You have to be fortunate to get a distant photo like this:
Perhaps this is due to the time in the early 1900’s when it was considered an endangered species because of over hunting.
Today, in High Park, a gorgeous female flew out the pond and landed on a railing close to me:
Years of living in the park with its many human visitors and, perhaps, learning from their trusting neighbours the Mallards, Wood Ducks here allow very close approach.
Last week, we saw Purple Martins nesting in a broken light fixture:
This week, the pole and light are gone and the martins are nesting in the bird house:
Sometimes at night the crickets stop
Their chirping, and I know
The things that hunt by moonlight
Are prowling there below. – Benjamin Rice (1903–78)