Corn or beef are probably what comes to mind when you think of Iowa, right? But wildlife? Not so much. Well, that was the pleasant surprise I got during our stay in Amana, Iowa. But allow me to digress for a moment…
Our only stay in Iowa was at the town of Amana, to learn about the colony that was settled here by Germans in the early 1900’s. They came here to escape religious persecution in their homeland. To us, the Amana Village was just a small touristy town of quaint shops, and we didn’t find much there that spoke of their communal heritage. After a bit of perusing the shops we left empty-handed, agreeing it was kind of a dud. Folks there didn’t seems to smile much.
Even though Amana Village was a bit of a letdown, the weather was nice so we focused our attention on one of our favorite outdoor activities – walking. After walking around the acres of corn surrounding our home base at Amana Colonies RV Park (Steve’s review here), we went in search of other nearby walking trails.
Fortunately, Lily Lake was only 3/4 mile away, so we could walk to it and then continue on its 3.1-mile paved recreational trail. Called the Kolonieweg (colony path) Trail, it connects the villages of Amana and Middle Amana. Although it wasn’t a very long trail, we enjoyed the fresh air as we walked around the lake and saw the occasional turtle or bird.
The lake derives its name from the thousands of yellow American Lotus which bloom every summer across its 170 acres. But the blooms had already passed and the seeds were drying out by the time we arrived.
Having found the trail, we walked there one day to discover that the lake is a year-round haven for various wildlife, and a rest spot for migrating birds. And was I ever glad I had my camera when we came upon hundreds of resting birds during our walk. It looked like everybody was stopping for a rest on this day!
We caught a glimmer of white specs flying overhead as we walked along. They seemed to be just gliding and circling around, and we waited with anticipation for them to land. There were hundreds of them wheeling overhead, swirling in the air and eyeing the lake below. Steve said they were waiting for a landing clearance from Air Traffic Control 🙂
At first I thought they must be the Whooping Cranes from Wisconsin, but I was wrong.
As they finally glided down onto the lake, I was surprised to discover they were White Pelicans!
They came in, landing by the dozens. Eventually they literally crowded large areas of the lake…
Once they had touched down, a feeding frenzy began. Even Steve stopped in his tracks to watch in fascination. These birds literally teamed up in formations to herd fish into shallow areas of the water. Then they simply dipped their heads below the surface to gobble up mouthfuls (or is it billfulls?) of gizzard shad, using their feet and wings to keep the hapless fish corralled. Amazing!
Then they moved in unison, heading in another direction. Fun to watch!
I learned later the American white pelican, has increasingly become a frequent Iowa summer resident and a recently established breeder in the state. At this time of the year they are packing up and heading to their southern wintering grounds. Watching them glide in the air was a beautiful sight, especially when the sun hit their glimmering white feathers at just the right angle. And seeing them corral and gobble up the fish was a treat. They put on a good show, and we were delighted to be at the lake at just the right time. This event is repeated daily until late October, by which time they have all left for warmer territory.
Not to be outdone, thousands of Red-winged Blackbirds were also busy swooping and circling around the cornfields as we headed home. What a sight to see!
On our last day in Iowa, we drove a few miles to F.W. Kent County Park to do some hiking on their trails. I thought my posts about mushrooms were over, but look at these giant puffballs!
Well, Steve saw his tractors and engines, and I was able to enjoy the birds and wildlife of the area. Given hints by the migratory birds and the changing colors of the leaves, we have to continue our southward pilgrimage in order to avoid the upcoming bleak midwest weather.
Next up: Moving on to Quincy, Illinois