…. from the diary of a Tibbetts Point resident, Wolfe Island, Ontario (Canada)
On Friday morning, September 30th, it was surprising to witness the destruction of a flight of Canada geese by one of the Wolfe Island turbines.
I watched geese lift off and form up along the shore of Wolfe Island. At about a hundred feet of altitude they wheeled into the wind, heading in a west/southwesterly direction. As their climb into a headwind slowly took them over Wolfe, the wind speed gauge at our house continued to read a strong and steady 22-25 mph. It was overcast. The river was rolling.
Crossing Wolfe, they flew into the plane of spinning turbine blades. This one turbine is directly across from our home and closer to us, at about 1.5 miles.
Through 8X binoculars the carnage was mesmerizing.
Imagine a scene of blade impacts repeatedly knocking dark puffs of feathers against a grey sky. With such a strong wind, limp bodies seemed to be blown backwards out of the turbine.
Amazingly, the rear portion of the flight followed into the blades; the birds seemed oblivious to the destruction of their leaders. With strong headwinds slowing their passage the period of danger and destruction was prolonged.
After about two-thirds had entered this gauntlet, the flight finally broke off, lost it’s V shape, and scattered.
I called to my wife to run upstairs-but by then it was over. The time was ten, maybe fifteen, seconds. It was strange to sit and watch this happen in silence. I could hear none of their honking. It seemed so odd to witness movements that suddenly changed from the beauty of ordered flight to instant plunging death. It made such an impression that details were entered into my log that day.