Moose River Bird Sanctuary
Moose River Bird Sanctuary lies at the mouth of the Moose River and comprises Ship Sands Island and a piece of land on the eastern flats of the river mouth. The 14.60 km² sanctuary is protected under the Migratory Birds Convention Act and is part of the Southern James Bay wetland complex, which was designated a wetland of international importance (Ramsar Convention) in May 1987.
This area plays a significant role in the annual cycle of waterfowl. The funnel-shaped outline of Hudson and James bays causes birds migrating from the Arctic to concentrate at the southern end of James Bay each autumn, particularly in the late autumn, where the extensive coastal wetlands provide critical staging and moulting areas for migrating Lesser Snow Geese, dabbling ducks and shorebirds such as Red Knot, Short-billed Dowitcher, Dunlin, Greater Yellowlegs, Lesser Yellowlegs, Ruddy Turnstone, and American Golden Plover.
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