Once a month, we’ll chronicle an elusive photographic goal. This month: Mink.
I’ve seen wolverines. I’ve seen a cougar. I’ve seen a Kermode bear.
Know what I’ve never seen?
And I don’t know much about minks. But I do know they’re enjoying a population resurgence in Toronto.
In fact, when I was recently photographing snowy owls at Coronel Samuel Smith Park, a friendly photographer mentioned he sees them every day.
Comments like that, to me, are like photographers who say they have so many photographs of pine martens they can’t be bothered to photograph them anymore. (In fairness, I’m a bit bitter about pine marten photography.)
But when my snowy owl was missing in action for continuous days, I thought searching out the mink would be a good idea.
I went to the supposed mink mecca, but, as I suspected, no mink were to be seen.
I don’t know where all of these Toronto mink are, but I can assure you, I can’t find one if my life depended on it.
And my usual crutch of research wasn’t helping.
Do you know what I found when I googled ‘mink’ behaviour’?
I had no idea that mink behaviour was a whole trend. It’s even got a twitter handle. (And here I was thinking fur coats were going out of style. Damn.)
Eventually I found information on mink and hundreds of photos taken from around Toronto. Our major daily even did a story about how easy it is to find mink in the city.
Apparently if it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all.
Thus, photographing an urban mink, like the urban beaver before it, is my new mission.
So if you see a distraught photographer going somewhat insane in freezing temperatures while starring intently at rocks on Toronto’s waterfront, come up and say hi. And pity me. I get the sense my mink mission will be a long one.
The chase is on.