Jasper Local readers are worldly enough to know the biggest bird on earth (ostrich), as well as the the smallest (bee hummingbird ). Most know the the fastest flyer (peregrine falcon) and the most clever birds ( corvids )… But this time of year, it’s pertinent to ascertain what’s the most… Christmas...

I Smell a Rat! Let’s get one thing out of the way right now – muskrats (Ondatra zibethicus) are not rats. Muskrats and rats are both rodents, but muskrats are actually more closely related to the meadow voles you can see scampering about in Jasper’s wet meadows... Muskrats are in the family Cricetid...

This is the time of year when competition is on everyone’s mind. The NHL and NBA playoffs have just ended, the 2024 Euros are underway and the Paris Olympics are just around the corner. Everywhere you look, people are straining and sweating to reach the podium or lift the cup (sadly, my Toronto Rapt...

Brian and I glanced at each other nervously, then raised our binoculars back to our eyes and continued scanning the horizon. Nothing. We had been dropped off in the middle of a vast black spruce bog in Wood Buffalo National Park. We were to have lunch while our helicopter pilot flew back to the fuel...

In part one of his series on caribou , biologist and wildlife photographer Mark Bradley discussed barren-ground caribou. Part two will focus on woodland caribou, the same ones found in Jasper National Park. Wolves, Elk and Caribou in Jasper National Park The area that is now Jasper National Park has...

“Mai, tuktumia’tuit!” That means “Wow, look at all those caribou!” (I think… my Inuktitut has not improved after 30 years of inactivity). It was a cold but sunny morning in late winter, somewhere along the treeline about 100 km west of Arviat, Nunavut. Peter, Joe and I were travelling by snowmobile ...

The first time I saw an elk in Jasper, “I Can’t Get No Satisfaction” by the Rolling Stones was topping the charts. No, this photo is not from 1965…the author just converted it to sepia tone to make it look "old timey." // Mark Bradley It was 1965, and we were in the middle of a family vacation to th...

A number of years ago I happened to be driving through Hay River, NWT . It was noon, so I grabbed a sandwich at a local coffee shop and sat myself down on a park bench to enjoy a leisurely lunch. Within minutes, five or six Common Ravens had gathered around me in a perfect semicircle and fixed me wi...

Lately I’ve been watching young Robins Grackles and Blackbirds harass their parents for food, and their constant squawking reminded me of the various parenting strategies, phenomenons and conflicts that animals find themselves in as they raise their offspring. Blinded by the plight It was a hot, sum...

“Hey Mark, check out these little loons!” Garth, a Parks Canada resource conservation staffer, had just walked into my office. On his camera were photos of a couple of small, black, fuzzy loon babies. Rescuing injured, lost or otherwise needy birds was not all that unusual for Parks staff, but the l...

“Hold on!” the pilot yelled. We had been surveying arctic caribou from a Dehavilland Beaver (often referred to as the best bush plane ever built). This particular aircraft’s “tundra tires” allowed its pilot to land just about anywhere, but our makeshift landing strip would be a real test. The ridget...

My watch claimed it was morning, but as I walked towards my snowmobile it was still dark. The snow crunched loudly beneath my boots, as it does when the thermometer dips below -30℃, and when I drew breath, I could feel the crispness of the frigid air as it entered my lungs. I swung my arms in a vain...