We visited Parc Omega once in September, the rut had just begun with a few bull elks trumpeting.
After giving us a good close-up view of his impressive rack, we thought this bull was going square off with another bull up the road, but they never did.
We had to laugh at this female elk/car encounter.
Frequently an elk will stand in the middle of the road to stop a car, and then move to one side or the other looking for a carrot handout/toll, but this female, just stood there blocking the car, if the car moved left, she moved with it, car moved right, and she moved with it. After about a minute long standoff she moved around to the side - and was rewarded with a carrot.
A unusually coloured fallow deer was relaxing in the woods. I asked about the staff about its almost yellow-brown fur and pinkish nose.
Their reply: "We did have two blond ones born last spring. This coloration is less common but not rare and often as they grow older they tend to become like the most common colouration with spots."
We saw several great blue herons throughout the Parc.
A not-often-seen green heron was fishing in a pond where some bull frog tadpoles were busily jumping out of the water. We didn't see the heron catch any tadpoles.
A white turkey was working the fence line grass in one of moose enclosures. I asked the staff about it. It was a male domestic turkey that was at the Parc's farm area, but was becoming too aggressive with the peacocks and visitors. Because of the avian flu, the Parc could not trade or sell it. Because the turkeys are excellent at eating ticks that go after the moose, they put it in with the younger moose. The Parc are planning to get it a female partner.
The ravens were sitting back in the woods, not far from where they usually are found.
While the arctic foxes were enjoying a siesta, the coyotes were more alert and down closer to the road.
Two cinnamon bears were rough housing in the water, and then stopping to pull up and eat weeds from the bottom of the pond.
Meanwhile in one of the black bear enclosures it looked like mum was perhaps trying to wean her spring cub as any time the cub approach, she shooed it away. The cub would scurry away and then look back apprehensively,
Meanwhile the wild pigs seemed to have decided it was rest time. About 30 were hunkered down in pot holes. Some sleeping arrangements looked quite cozy.
