Showing posts with label Soapbox Musings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Soapbox Musings. Show all posts

Friday, January 8, 2010

What Was I Saying? [And I'm Back]

Hello?

Oh, good, some of you are still here.

Yeah, so I accidentally took a month off from publishing anything new here. That doesn't mean I wasn't working behind the scenes - I was, I swear! I fully anticipated that by now I'd be in a place where I could start chatting about birds again, passing along entertaining stories from our outdoor escapades, waxing philosophical about ornithology, conservation, and the state of the world, all illustrated with my growing library of photos.

On my calendar I set a target date of 31 December. And by simply changing two digits, swapping "09" for "10," I bought myself a year extension!

All that's to say, I am still alive. My hands can still type and my mind is still processing events into tales of humor, horror, and a few other genres. Our internet connection is paid in full. Here's a partial glimpse of what I'm planning to use this space for in the near future:

  • get back to writing about our major birding trips, including Puerto Rico, Trinidad and Tobago, Chincoteague Island, Arkansas, and probably a couple of others.
  • get back to writing about local birding trips.
  • letting you all in on recent activity from the homefront, the workfront, and the birding/nature-watching front.
  • continue uploading "The Citizen's Guide to Migratory Bird Conservation," but in a more convenient, easier to use format.
  • show off much more of what my camera's sensor has been capturing over the past year.

And there's probably some other stuff, too. In the meantime, let this "fit for Skywatch Friday" image distract you.


Castara BayCastara Bay, Tobago, 09 October 2009.

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Thursday, September 24, 2009

Citizens of the Natural World [I'd Love to Save the World]

My thoughts about savoring the world often intertwine with thoughts concerned with saving the world. Sometimes these bouts of synaptic co-mingling lead to something productive, I'm happy to report.

One f'rinstance happened this summer at the annual meeting of the American Ornithologist's Union (an event I have yet to finish blogging about, I know, I know . . . ). Stemming from a conversation with fellow birder, educator, ornithologist and former-Cornellian Dan Lebbin I found a topic I'm excited to present on a regular basis, right here on this blog, as best I can.

In the proverbial nutshell: how can the average citizen, if there is such a thing, play a direct role in conserving our natural world? In addition to the mantras of indirect participation like, "reduce, reuse, recycle," "buy organic," "buy local," and "carry your own shopping bag," how can that average citizen become truly empowered for more direct action? (But seriously, now. Are any of us average? Except that one guy from Iowa who sits at the very top of the meaty part of the bell curve?)

Maybe, for the sake of argument, it could be something like a guide that highlights conservation issues and illustrates what citizens could do in their yard, in their community, or even from their desk to address them. It might list conservation programs and give guidelines to protect habitat, even list projects that welcome participation in scientific studies.

Maybe I can present something like that here. And maybe I'm cheating because it already exists!

Cast your mind back, if you will, to 1990. Joe Hazelwood goes on trial in Anchorage Alaska, Germany reunites, Microsoft releases Windows 3.0, and Partners in Flight, a hemispheric venture also called Compañeros en Vuelo and/or Partenaires d’Envol, is launched. This supraorganization that I'll simply call PIF was created "in response to growing concerns about declines in the populations of many land bird species, and in order to emphasize the conservation of birds not covered by existing conservation initiatives."

And in addition to a world of promising and realized ventures, in 1995 they released this:

Citizen's Guide to Migratory Bird ConservationI haven't been able to find it on the web anywhere, which is both frustrating and unfortunate. One of my first tasks at the Cornell Lab of Ornithology was to create a web version of this hardcopy document. Somewhere, somehow, it dropped off of the Lab's web site, likely because it needs a major update.

In spite of its datedness the basic ideas and suggestions are timeless, much like '60's pop music or '70's sitcoms. It's something that should be available to everyone and anyone. And I don't even have to worry about whether it's in the public domain or has the proper Creative Commons license. The very last line (SPOILER ALERT!) reads, "Partner's in Flight encourages reproduction of this Citizen's Guide or any part thereof." There you have it, folks, a direct mandate to get the word out.

And a direct plea for you: when I upload a portion, please drop your suggestions for updates, current links or programs, and anything else that may improve the document. Who knows, I may be one of those lucky bloggers who turns their blog into a book!

Well, that's not likely, but someone might. And I'll make sure to incorporate them so it will once again be suitable for the Lab's web site in its entirety. Please tune in for my first installment next week.

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Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Where You At? [Soul Searching]

I hear you, that near-constant clamoring outside the gates, wondering where I've disappeared to, just how far underground have I gone?

Well, my overactive, co-dependent personality hears it.

I'm here. Same Bat-place, same Bat-channel. Things have been busy. Fall migration is the high season for migration studies, you know. End of summer gardening and landscaping, teaching a five-year-old to ride a two-wheeler, camping trips, an end of the summer trip to the Eastern Shore. Processing the photos from the end of the summer trip to the Eastern Shore.

And I know all of those are lame excuses. "If you loved it, you'd make time for it" I hear you (or someone in your general direction) say, voice shrill, finger wagging.

You're right. Maybe I'm coming to a realization that I simply don't have that fire about blogging that some of you do. That I don't really like monitoring unique visitors and page views or checking in on the toplist once a day. That there are things I love more than blogging. I've felt bad about the ethereal nature of this blog, honest. That it doesn't have a theme that's deeply meaningful or universally important, that I sporadically update, if that. What's one step below "sporadic"? I feel bad that I don't follow all of those rules I keep seeing in the webosphere, those "10 Things Bloggers Have to Do!"

I read those and get depressed. First, I go through the "I'll never be a real blogger" blues, the sad realization I'm over here on Blogger with a "blogspot" thing in my domain name (hell, it's not even mine!) while the real bloggers have their own domains and use Wordpress. Real bloggers religiously self-promote (because they have something to promote) and go to conferences to learn how to become better bloggers. Then I move to something broader and deeper, something more universal. That not too long ago blogging was fun, spontaneous, free-spirited endeavor. That it's becoming organized and controlled, creating a sense that if you're not in, you're out.

But I've made my peace with all of that. Some people need the structure and methods, they're promoting themselves, their talents, their skills. Maybe re-inventing themselves, maybe hoping to make a living blogging. Blogs are a viable and valuable marketing tool, and to use them as such you need appropriate strategies and tactics on top of what we all bring to the blogosphere. But not all of us are trying to make a living through blogging, which is perfectly fine, too.

And what do we all bring? A myriad of experiences. Unique perspectives. A mesh of styles and opinions, a breadth of knowledge and humor. And a willingness, if not a passion, to put them out there and (maybe, just maybe) have them read.

I'm giving away something Wren might ask if I ever get interviewed on the Nature Blog Network, but I intended to maintain a blog primarily as a repository for trip reports and birding experiences, photos I took (or made, if you're from the south) from those expeditions. A journal I could digitally flip through in my golden years as I fawned over the way it all used to be.

I suspect that changed when I realized someone other than me read my terribly dry posts. When you know someone else is looking, everything changes. Now I wasn't writing for myself, but for you, Gentle Reader. As is wont to happen, communities formed, something I didn't expect: I made friends, many still unmet. Now is a good place to say thank you to all of you who read, and especially those who comment. I hope we'll meet for coffee or a beer someday.

Whether you noticed or not I strived to be more entertaining while providing something interesting to take home. I don't know exactly what I've morphed this blog into, other than I still enjoy writing about my birding local birding and distant trips. I like showcasing photographs (hopefully they're getting better), trying to wrap them with infotainment. I especially love picking fodder based on what excites my daughter. About nature, that is, I spare you the daily tea parties and faux jewelery dress-ups. But if it's in the natural world and gets a five-year-old jazzed it must be good.

So I've made my peace with you, World Wide Blogosphere. If you're blogging for yourself, enjoy your time here and have fun. Relax, let yourself come through your posts, let us get to know you. Visit when you can, stop in when you're in the neighborhood. For those who live here, driven by stats and page views, power to you, too.

Oh, and to make sure I include some eye candy here's an image from earlier this summer. I call it "Two Insects That Chose to Have Sex on Our Patio." That should get some additional Google-search traffic. When do I get to review books and score free trips to birding hot spots, anyway?


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Thursday, August 13, 2009

On The Whole, I'd Rather Be In Philadelphia

And I am. In Philadelphia, that is, on the campus of the University of Pennsylvania, attending the 127th stated meeting of the American Ornithologists Union.



It's been a while since I've attended a scientific meeting and I'd forgotten how exhilarating they can be. Yeah, I know that sounds dweebish, but you know how it is, or at least I hope you do: when you're amongst your own chatting about everything and anything that relates to your passion you can't help but be energized. It's like a positive feedback loop that spirals into exciting ventures with old friends, newly-made acquaintances, and newly-minted ornithologists.

It's hearing the stories about major events in your field from the people who were at the center of those events.

It's discovering what we've recently learned about the subjects we're most interested in, what questions we've addressed and plugged those answers into the general body of knowledge . . . only to uncover more questions that need attention.

Good stuff.

Today started with Scott Weidensaul, author of absolute-must-reads such as "Living on the Wind" and "The Ghost with Trembling Wings" and others, presenting our host city as the Ornithological Cradle, a historical perspective how ornithology in the New World is all about Philadelphia. Bartram, Wilson, Audubon, and many more; the first banded birds, the horrific scenes from the Kittatinny Ridge that lead to the establishment of Hawk Mountain Sanctuary, and so much in between.

We all listened to Bob Ricklefs illuminate what he's discovered about Bird Comings and Goings in the West Indies. I listened to researchers present results of their long-term studies (still in progress; shouldn't they always be that way?) that showed effects of weather and habitat on a species or a suite of species. I learned what recent research is saying about bird collisions with windows, communication towers, and planes.

Unfortunately too many other sessions ran concurrently; I couldn't hear everything - I hope others are blogging about their sessions! Or at least there are some web archives somewhere.

Tomorrow will come too early - thankfully the coffee is free and bird-friendly.

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Wednesday, April 22, 2009

I Have Never Seen . . .

Note: I'm not a Daily Kos* reader but I serendipitously found my way to a post that prompted me to pause, even with Earth Day already at the forefront of my mind. These thoughts help keep perspective on what Earth Day is all about, and why it shouldn't be restricted to a single day, but constitute a lifetime.

* As Donald Shimoda put it, "I'll quote the truth wherever I find it, thank you."

I have never seen...

  • A bison throw a cigarette butt out a car window
  • A flock of geese rip the top off a mountain
  • A seal cause an oil spill
  • A hippo drive a Hummer off a dealer's lot
  • A lemur leave the faucet dripping
  • A raccoon go out for the evening and leave all the lights in the house on
  • A bobcat fight legislation to lower smokestack emissions
  • A songbird sing "Drill Baby, Drill"
  • A panda dump raw sewage into a river
  • A pride of lions so dependent on oil that they're willing to wage war over it
  • A slug . . . claim that our biggest worry is global cooling
  • A gorilla fail to keep its tires properly inflated
  • A salmon pollute a stream with mercury
  • An elephant claim that his God says it's okay to pillage the world's natural resources willy-nilly because pachyderms are the "chosen ones"
  • A lizard mock public transportation
  • A penguin claim that the melting polar ice caps are no big deal
  • A crocodile think up new ways to go overboard on plastic packaging for portable electronics
  • A Yangtze River dolphin do much of anything lately


Full post is here, on the Daily Kos site.

UPDATED: A Cool Green Science post that came through my reader also warrants inclusion: We Don't Need Earth Day. We Need An Earth Generation. With points like this it's definitely worth a read:
  • We need a generation that doesn’t see natural landscapes and the services they provide as an inexhaustible dumping ground, but builds those services into the financial equations of development and wealth.
  • We need a generation that looks for beauty in grasslands and mountains, not just on LCD screens and netbooks.


Full post is here at Cool Green Science.


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Thursday, March 26, 2009

Pet Parrot Saves a Life

From yesterday's Morning Edition on NPR:

A pet parrot is credited with saving a toddler from choking. Willie's owner performed the Heimlich maneuver after Willie yelled for help, alerting the owner that a little girl she was babysitting was choking on her food. The parrot shouted "Mama, Baby" and flapped his wings until his owner ran back just in time. Colorado's governor is among those honoring Willie as a hero.

I'm reevaluating my decision to keep fish . . . .

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Monday, March 9, 2009

What's In Your Bookmarks?

This blog recently received the following comment.

Hi, I'm a homeschooling mom who recently moved to North Carolina. My 5th grade son and 3rd grade daughter are enamored with all the birds right in our own back yard. They recently found a black and yellow feather and decided that they wanted to figure out what bird had dropped it. I had them observe the feather and draw and write out all they could by looking at the feather. Then we went to the internet and tried to search ways to use what we observed to classify the bird.

I naively thought this would be easy! ;) Could you recommend a book we might check out, or a web site, or even some tips on how to go from "feather to species?" I know I may be over simplifying, but I am at a loss for how to follow through on this project with the kids.


First, thanks for the question, I'm ecstatic to hear your kids have caught the bird watching bug! This is the part of my day job I enjoy the most: talking birds and inspiring everyone to move to their next level in nature appreciation through birds. Couple that with being inspired by parents who come up with creative ways to educate from simple backyard experiences - priceless! I'm going to use this idea with my own daughter.

Burying a reply that might have widespread interest in the comments would be a crime, not because everyone should read my $.02, but because of the knowledge others could contribute. This is a perfect topic for a full-blown post. Below I'll list a few of my favorite web resources, then count on you, Gentle Readers, to add to the list. I'll compile the full list in a future post.

But first, what is the black-and-yellow feather found in North Carolina? Feather identification is not easy - the experts at the Smithsonian's National Museum of Natural History can attest to that. First, you'd figure out what type of feather it is, one from the wing? If so, which specific feather? Each one is numbered and often unique in shape and/or color pattern. The tail? Again, which feather? Perhaps it's a contour feather? Next, you'd determine what birds are possible based on distribution. What black-and-yellow birds occur in your local area, and which of those show the colors of interest and the patterns of those colors? It would certainly help to know how those patterns on the bird were created, meaning what the individual feathers look like, and how they appear on the bird - at rest, in flight. A knowledge of bird topography would be necessary . . . clearly, this is not a simple process!

Years of observation, study, and experience help, of course, as does a large reference library of books and actual specimens. Here's my knee-jerk reaction: it could be a flight feather from a Northern Flicker (Colaptes auratus), the Yellow-shafted race. Common in wooded areas across the eastern states, including backyards, their flight feathers (wings and tails) show a wash of yellow with black in feathers. Rather than try to describe them, I'll refer you to the images on these pages:

http://www.lab.fws.gov/featheratlas/feather.php?Bird=YSFL_wing_adult_ventral
http://www.lab.fws.gov/featheratlas/feather.php?Bird=YSFL_tail_adult_ventral

If you're reading, commenter from North Carolina, please let us know if any feathers appear similar, and feel free to send any images you take. Naturally, thoughts from others are welcome (especially North Carolina birders that have museum experience).

Now, a perfunctory list of useful resources on the web. These sites should start helping learning all about birds and help with the next feather, or nest, or unknown bird you find. Of course, this list probably already exists elsewhere in the Wide World of Webs, so please post a link if you've got one!

The Feather Atlas - a site displaying flight feathers from North American birds. The U.S. National Fish and Wildlife Forensics Laboratory presents high-resolution photos of wing feathers (primaries and secondaries) and tail feathers (retrices) to help identify feathers you may find.
http://www.lab.fws.gov/featheratlas/

All About Birds - Developed and manged by the Cornell Lab of Ornithology, this site aims to provide a sold, general background in all things birds, from the birds themselves to the gear used to appreciate them. There are loads of pages about each species in North America providing details about each species - not so much to overwhelm the casually interested reader, but enough to give a robust understanding. Expect a brand new look and feel in Spring 2009 (early April, I'm told).
http://allaboutbirds.org which forwards you to the official web address, but this is easier to remember.

Internet Field Guide to Birds - From the BioDiversity Institute, this site aims to assist users in identifying birds they see. The user chooses characteristics they observed about the bird in question (size, shape, colors, state/province where the bird was located, etc) and the program displays images of birds that fit that description. You can fill in as much detail or as little as you noted, and you choose from drop-down menus - you don't need to come up with terminology on your own. Once a list is returned you can discard obvious "wrongs" and directly compare the rest. In a couple of scenarios I've run it does a reasonable job, especially if you have no idea where to start.
http://bdi.org

KidWings - Geared towards school-age kids (upper elementary and junior high, maybe?) with lots of activities to teach about birds. The virtual Owl Pellet Dissection is very cool - be sure to check it out (and learn some rodent anatomy while your at it). Also an interactive way to teach about feathers, bird topography, and more - all helpful in feather identification.
http://www.kidwings.com/index.htm

Birding On The 'Net - Geared towards anyone with an interest in birds, from the hardcore to the new bird watcher. Jack Siler's site is a warehouse of listserve discussions from across the globe, but organized for fairly easy navigation. Anyone can check in periodically without subscribing to the list - go to the BirdMail section, look up the listserve that includes your location, and read through the subject headings. They're very useful to see what birds are being commonly seen, or what uncommon birds show up, and often there are other discussions about local nature. Most on the lists are very welcoming to new bird watchers, you can post questions and count on local experts and/or aficionados to chime in with answers.
http://birdingonthe.net/

eBird - Geared towards anyone who wants to learn about distribution and abundance while tracking the birds they see. When you contribute your observations they reside in a single database used by ornithologists, educators, naturalists, other birders . . . anyone with an interest in where the birds are and how their numbers are changing over time. Developed by the CLO and Audubon, this project is near and dear to my heart, I find it most useful (and fun) to track what birds I've recorded in our yard and using the "View and Explore Data" functionality to see when/where different species are occurring.
http://ebird.org

Hopefully that'll get a list going - please contribute your thoughts in the comments.

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Saturday, February 14, 2009

Entangled Banks

I recently discovered a folder of photos tucked away in a corner of my hard drive, images taken during a two-week Alaskan vacation that stretched from the Kenai Peninsula to Fairbanks. We decided to tread deep rather than broad, opting to spend less time in the car and more time on the ground, hiking, camping, nature-watching, taking in the culture, the history, and the diversity.

As with any album of photos, memories reaching far beyond those images came flooding back. I recognized a thread running through those images, one that stretched from downtown Anchorage to the back-country wilderness. That thread starts and ends with Charles Darwin.

Darwin's Theory Bar, Anchorage, AKDarwin's Theory, also a bar on G Street in Anchorage. The bar gained
wider notoriety when mentioned in "Cut it Out" (Indigo Girls).

One thought revolved around his writing. It's undeniably dense, as in Victorian-dense. Perhaps heretical to suggest, but I can't be alone in thinking he would have benefited from a copy of Strunk and White's "The Elements of Style." I know I shouldn't cast that stone, if you've visited this blog before you know I haven't cracked my copy in years. Further, Darwin was publishing On the Origin of Species (not the full title)* 100 years before E.B. White jumped in and popularized William Strunk's "forty-three page summation."

Hoary Marmot, Marmota caligataA Hoary Marmot seems to survey the diversity covering
the Kenai Peninsula, which included us that morning.

But how many have actually read anything Charles Darwin wrote? It's tough going. I liken it to forcing one's way through a field overgrown with shrubs and vines - an entangled bank, to borrow an analogy. One Darwin scholar stated, "often you have to read a whole chapter to know what he is talking about." It's no wonder no one reads Darwin anymore, and that causes problems.

Dog Vomit, Fuligo septicaA slime mold commonly known as "Dog Vomit," almost stepped on while
hiking to Exit Glacier. Life comes in all shapes, sizes, forms, and textures.


First, Darwin is assigned quotes he never wrote. Many know the famous line,

“It is not the strongest of the species that survives, nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is the most adaptable to change.”

The shortest of attention spans get through that one, and it nicely encapsulates a concept. The problem arises when we discover that it apparently does not appear in any of his writings. As this article suggests, people feel welcome to create such quotable lines because Darwin didn't write any.

Savannah Sparrow, Passerculus sandwichensisA Savannah Sparrow utilizes his favorite perch near his nest at
Creamer's Field Migratory Waterfowl Refuge in Fairbanks.


The bigger problem: this "Darwinesque" quote doesn't capture what Darwin was trying to convey.

It is not the species that are most responsive to change that are likely to survive, (Cambridge professor John van Wyhe) explained. "It is the ones that are lucky, or already have the right features that can be passed on to the next generation."


Of course, having an audience not versed in Darwin makes it easier to build a straw man argument to knock down, inflaming public opinion. That frustrates me, but it's not where I want to go right now.

Coral Fungi, possibly Fuligo septicaCoral fungi emerging underneath moss below the forest understory.

To understand the concepts, to appreciate the beauty, to fully grasp how painstakingly careful he was in observing the natural world, noting patterns, assembling ideas, and (finally) publishing, reading the source is so important. Yes, it's hard in the world we live in, the age of sound bytes, abridged books-on-tape, 30-minute sitcoms, and the mindless chatter that is talk radio, but it's worth it.

Red-necked Grebe, Podiceps grisegenaA Red-necked Grebe on its nest at Westchester Lagoon, Anchorage.

What you'll find in Darwin's writings is cutting edge. It's revolutionary, it's parsimonious, it's timeless. The idea is elegant, solid. It provides the intellectual framework that every branch of biology hangs from, and it gracefully supports them all. That's not to say Darwin's idea was finished. Much needed to be filled in light of new discoveries (like the entire field of genetics), there have been adjustments made to and arguments against the mechanisms he proposed, but it's not been replaced.

Bunchberry, Cornus canadensisBunchberry growing at Nancy Lakes Recreation Area in the Susitna River Valley.

That is the way science works, and a Theory that endures 150 years (and counting) of rigorous testing is something, obviously, for the ages. 150 years later his Victorian prose remains invigorating, maybe not for the sentence structure, impressively long sentences, and liberal use of commas and semi-colons, but certainly for the ideas encapsulated within.

Steller Sea Lion, Eumetopias jubatusSteller Sea Lions grace a rocky island in Resurrection Bay.

His fabled tangled bank sprawled out before us during a picturesque hike on our first Alaska morning. Thick vegetation impeded leaving the trail, but life was bursting all around us. Intertwined branches held leaves of various shapes, sizes, and shades of green. The songs of Wilson's and Orange-crowned Warblers, of White-crowned and Fox Sparrows, were heard, though the birds seldom seen. Insects of many forms were omnipresent, wildflowers of nearly every color carpeted the open areas.

A view of the Exit Glacier, part of the Harding Ice Field,
surrounded by the beauty created by biological diversity
- the origin of which was proposed by Charles Darwin.


Cheesy as I am, I wanted to say something aloud, something deep and meaningful. I wanted to quote Darwin, but couldn't recall his words, only the concept. Now, on the 200th anniversary of his birth I will leave them here, as they elevate every simple natural observation to a level of grandeur.

It is interesting to contemplate a tangled bank, clothed with many plants of many kinds, with birds singing on the bushes, with various insects flitting about, and with worms crawling through the damp earth, and to reflect that these elaborately constructed forms, so different from each other, and dependent upon each other in so complex a manner, have all been produced by laws acting around us. . . . There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers, having been originally breathed by the Creator into a few forms or into one; and that, whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity, from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful have been, and are being, evolved.

Thank you, and Happy Birthday, Mr. Darwin.

* Full title of Darwin's seminal work: On the Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection, or The Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life.

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Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Birders Unite!

Do you know about BirdersUnited? As the front page states, BirdersUnited was originally started as "a Political Action Committee in 2004 to oppose the re-election of George W. Bush." Since it's inaugural mailing it has provided weekly (or thereabouts) summaries of events at the intersection of birding, birds, and politics, not only at the federal level, but often at the state and local levels. And because birds don't recognize our political borders, stories also may have an international scope.


Birders United
With a new administration taking control shortly, BirdersUnited states,

. . . birders must remain vigilant and politically active. Birders United vows to continue on as a watchdog to observe the policies and actions of the new administration and to recommend initiatives that will strengthen and enlarge the habitats of birds and increase protections for species that are most vulnerable.

Have a look at this week's issue, and please do let me, and others, know what you think.

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Sunday, January 4, 2009

A Meme! Six Random Things

Wren at Wrenaissance Reflections tagged me for the “Six Random Facts” meme. Having never been tagged directly for anything I'm a bit nervous: what should I wear? Should I bring a dish to pass, or a bottle of wine? I probably need a haircut.

Here are the rules for Six Random Things:

  1. Link to the person who tagged you.
  2. Post the rules on your blog.
  3. Write six random things about yourself.
  4. Tag six people at the end of your post and link to them.
  5. Let each person know they’ve been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.
  6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.
Please hang in there while I think out loud: I linked back to Wren, I posted the rules. Two down, four to go, so now for the creative, openly-honest, soul-bearing part. Here goes:

1. "Isn't it ironic?"
I love people but hate gatherings. I'd rather hang out with one or two folks than attend a group function, though when forced to go to a gathering I always end up having a great time. (Quote from Randal in Clerks (bonus random thing: one of the funniest movies I've ever seen).)

2. "I'm late, I'm late!"
Given the natural order of things I would be late for everything. I conscientiously try very hard to be a bit early for events, both scheduled and unscheduled. I've (half-) jokingly referred to this as a genetic disorder as most everyone on my paternal side suffers from the same condition. Then again, it may be a learned behavior. Note to self, set up a longitudinal twin study for eventual publication. (Quote from the White Rabbit from Alice in Wonderland.)

3. "Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends . . . "
I spent a summer working at Busch Gardens in Williamsburg, VA as part of a show introducing audiences to various raptors and parrots. As the raptor guy I presented and handled various raptors such as American Kestrels, Barn Owls, Harris Hawks, Red-tailed Hawks, among others, culminating with Liberty, the Bald Eagle. (Quote from Emerson, Lake & Palmer, Karn Evil 9.)

4. "Pick up my guitar and play"
Much of my free time that isn't birding-oriented is spent playing guitar, almost exclusively acoustic these days. I'm not that bad when I play by myself, but put me with other musicians and you'll find out what musical arrhythmia means. What I prefer to play and what I can play are often two different sets, but their intersection keeps me happy. Most importantly, it entertains my 4-year-old daughter to no end and doesn't annoy my wife (at least, not enough that she tells me). (Quote from The Who, Won't Get Fooled Again)

5. "The elements in harmony"
Launching off of my late college career as a botanist, I started my post-college career as a botanist. Actually, as a molecular biologist. My desire was to work in a more general, ecologically broad field, but I spent my first year running gel electrophoresis on various cultivars of Brassica oleracea. I'll leave it to your Googling skills to figure out what important plant(s) I prepared for quantitative analysis. Boy, that sounds a lot more impressive than what it actually entailed! (Quote from Thomas Dolby, She Blinded Me With Science).

6. "I Want to be Like You"
One of my junior high teachers assigned an essay about who we most admired and why, and I was alone in choosing a relative rather than a celebrity. My uncle Ekkie not only has spellbinding stories from his past, such as escaping from eastern Germany as the wall was rapidly constructed, but his curiosity was insatiable, he possessed a seemingly photographic memory, a magnetic personality, and boundless energy. It's nearly three decades since I wrote that essay about him but he's still my top pick. (Quote from the King of Orangutans in the Jungle Book, here performed by Paulo Nutini.)

That said, I will tag six more people even though everyone and their dog probably already addressed this topic. To those listed below, I apologize if you've already participated and I missed it, but if you're up to it I look forward to your responses. My nominees:


Whew, I think I got through it all. In the immortal words of John Lennon, "I'd like to say thank you on behalf of the group and ourselves. I hope we passed the audition."

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Friday, January 2, 2009

First of the Year

Like other birders I take special note of the first bird of the new year. I'm sure you know the feeling: the last few days of the year you start eying the birds around your home, or wherever you're waking up January first. What are the likely candidates you'll see when you first glance out a window? Around here it's the usual suspects, though I suppose that means something different wherever you are right now. Our typical yardlist on a winter day is topped by Black-capped Chickadee, Tufted Titmouse, Dark-eyed Junco, Mourning Dove, Red-breasted and White-breasted Nuthatches, Blue Jay, American Crow . . . you know, the usual.

I almost always try to get a more unusual bird as my first-of-the-year. Before I head off to bed I head outside with Barron and try calling up an owl. First saw-whet (no luck), then Eastern Screech-owl (still nothing), then Barred (silence), and finally Great-horned (nada). I'm not surprised nobody answered as I didn't give them much time. It was windy and cold shortly after midnight, and not the usual in the 20*s (F) cold. It was one. One degree above zero Fahrenheit degrees! Bed seemed like a better prospect, and the "usual suspects" are just as nice as an owl. Sorry Owlman, it's true!

First bird of 2009: the Northern Cardinal.

Many birders probably then move on to their second, third, and other birds of the year, but I can't. I have a terrible tendency to look for the deeper meaning in things, which is helpful when scrutinizing data, educational when watching behaviors, futile when trying to connect two random events. But I can't help it, so my head is now churning through what seeing a cardinal as my first bird of the year has to do with what kind of year this will be.

Should I put money on the Arizona Cardinals to win the superbowl? Hard to believe since the Giants and Patriots are all I hear about. And what about all the folks whose first bird was a Falcon (Atlanta)? Or an Eagle (Philly)? Or a Raven (Baltimore)? Come to think of it, what about non-birders who saw Vikings, Dolphins, Colts, and so on?

The first thing I remembered about Northern Cardinals: they're my PowerBird, and have been since mid 2007. And (as I noted in that post), they are apparently my favorite species, at least according to my daughter. Since I've never found anything spelling out what a cardinal foretells for the future, here are some notable traits and notes about Cardinalis cardinals, the Northern Cardinal:

  • They are granivorous, primarily eating seeds, but sometimes prey on insects
  • They're socially monogamous
  • Their copulation is not commonly observed
  • They're named for the bright red robes worn by senior officials in the Catholic church; the name Cardinal comes from the Latin root cardo (hinge), and means chief, or principal.
  • In a Cherokee tale describing how the cardinal got its color the Cardinal is a helpful animal. An Ojibwa legend portrays the "red bird" as, shall we say, more retiring in the presence of danger (diving into cover when danger approaches), contrasting with the more confrontational black bird.

With that in mind, the cardinal seems like a good match for me. My diet is mostly vegetarian, though seafood is more likely to tempt me than insects. I tend towards monogamy and (as far as I know) I've never been watched copulating. I don't really wear red (I'm more of a "autumn"), but I like to think things hinge on me. I'll leave it to others to decide if I'm helpful and/or non-confrontational.

But what about the new year? Here's my first stab at producing a brand new, ancient fortune, dictating the year I want to have:

The sighting of a cardinal will bring a year of color, intensity, and joy. You will weather potential tough times without effect and your many friendships will strengthen. Lay low when danger is present and you will remain prosperous and well-liked. Be careful, as you are likely to attract Accipter hawks. And though you are non-migratory, you'll make an awesome trip to a far off place this year.

Yeah, that's not too shabby. I wonder what I would have written last year, when my first of the year was a crow?

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Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Under the Wire

Well, it's getting down to the midnight hour. A new year just around the corner, the wife and I are having a quiet evening home, and I'm not ready to flip on Dick Clark or Carson-whoever just yet. That usually happens 15 seconds to midnight so we can watch ball drop and celebrate at the same time as everyone else.

When I said a quiet evening home I meant really quiet. Reina was tucked into bed around 9:00, the wife fell asleep on the couch so I'm taking advantage to squeeze in one last post for 2008. I expect it will be different than my past posts, no images, no recounting of a specific birding trip.

Nah, since I've got some unexpected free time and I'm not sure where my head's at right now I'm not sure exactly what'll come out, but I am looking for some closure on 2008. And to upload my 100th post for 2008, I just can't leave it at 99! (Note to Mike at 10000Birds.com: I feel for you with your year list halting one shy of 400, I hope you can retrofit one more bird!)

I don't really feel like clicking through the through the 99 posts I published in 2008 (though you are more than welcome to, they're all over there in the right-hand column in the archives), but I'll offer a few highlights from the year. In complete candor, I'm not sorry to see this year end, it was pretty much a downer on several fronts. But there were highlights:
  • I became an uncle back in April when Maddie Rose was born. That's my sister's first, so it's my first time being genetically uncled. I have many other nieces and nephews (and grand-nieces and grand-nephews!) on my wife's side so I've had some practice at playing the cool older relative.
  • Trips to Delaware/Virginia, Washington state, and Arkansas were the chances to see something new and different from our homestead. There were a lot of local trips through the western side of NY, meaning more time than usual to delve into our local flora and fauna.
  • I scored two "life birds," both within our region, a Slaty-backed Gull in Ithaca and a Curlew Sandpiper near Niagara Falls. There is a definite satisfaction in seeing new things where you are, but I am overtly jonesing for a trip somewhere exciting in 2009. I'm thinking South America -- Peru, Brasil, and Ecuador are jumbling in my brain, but for no real reason - if you have suggestions, please leave them in the comments. Requirements are lots of amazing birds to be found without hiring a tour guide or armed sentries, relatively cheap travel, lodging, and food, and reasonable entertainment for a bird-friendly wife and daughter.
  • Gardening and landscaping hit new highs and lows: we pushed hard to convert as much lawn as possible to gardens and native plants. We did well, but got burned out by mid-summer. Just as well, really, other things occupied us for the latter half of the year, from work (finishing up one grant and applying for others) and persronal (I won't go into those details, this isn't that kind of blog).
  • Oh, and there was that political election. Remember when Barack was elected? That was pretty cool.
There's more, to be sure, but those are the activities that stick out in these waning minutes of 2008. One applicable regret: the state of this blog. If I was the type to make resolutions I'd resolve to get on a specific schedule instead of the when-I-fit-it-in updates I tend to do. I suspect I should work on my time management for that, we'll see how that plays out (if the upcoming funding doesn't pan out I may be posting a lot more than I want).

Also, why am I here? Not in the metaphysical sense, which I've already figured out*, but here in the blogosphere? My intial impetus for starting a blog was an outlet, somewhere I could write (hopefully) creatively, have some fun, document some of the activities and experiences that occupy my time. Since not a lot of interesting things happen to me these days, at least compared to the young-birder-will-travel adventures I started highlighting in my "Flashback Friday" series, I've started to wonder, what is my point here, anyway? It's not a secret, but probably something I haven't openly shared with the general public, I always wanted to be a science writer. I'm not exactly sure how I wound up in pure research, but at least the blogosphere provides a (nonprofit) outlet.

Given the majority of topics are more "what my 4-year-old and I did outdoors," maybe that's the tack I should focus on. Maybe highlighting things going on at the workplace (lots of new initiatives at the Lab of Ornithology going on) and presenting natural history, distribution/abundance, and so on about local and exotic species and our natural world? Providing a window in the world of ornithological research, specifically remote monitoring of birds and migration? Regular pictures and stories of my dog, family, and our four acres?

Here's what I know: I will keep blogging until I figure out a direction (hold the phone, Chuck, maybe my direction is to be directionless?). I plan to post more regularly, especially to resurrect the Flashback Fridays and show more images from here, there (provided travel comes through), and everywhere. The Nature Blog Network blog stole a couple of my ideas (thankfully, as I never did anything with them), specifically introducing folks to blogs they may not be familiar with (and why I like them) and interviewing interesting bloggers, allowing folks to get to know them outside of their blog personalities. I may still run with that, I have different questions in mind, those that enquiring minds (at least mine) want to know.

Huh, so that's where my head is at this evening. That and wondering if Facebook is really worth the time and effort (if you're already there and we're not "friends" yet, hollar at me!).

OK, off to pour a drink, turn on some music (Dylan, Beatles, and old school classics? The Killers, Kings of Leon, and other new sounds?), and say farewell 2008, hello 2009.

A heartfelt thanks to you for reading, whether you're here by accident or you're a regular. Oh, and if you're wondering, what's the most fulfilling side of maintaining this blog? The friendship I've encountered, a totally unexpected side effect. I hope to meet many of you, face to face, in the near future. I'll even buy the first round.

May you all have a wonderful 2009!

* No I haven't.


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Monday, December 8, 2008

Imagine

Briefly off topic, but I want to share my annual December 8th tradition of remembering John Lennon. His assassination in 1980 left me shaken. I was 12 when it happened, at the height of my "Beatlemania." In reality, that "height" has been more of a permanent plateau than a temporary spike, The Beatles remain among my all-time favorites (later joined by Bob Dylan, Simon and Garfunkel, and a couple of others).

The real impact came from the fact it happened on my birthday, obviously inflicting a measure of sadness during what is a time to celebrate. Over the years I've come to think of the anniversary of John's assassination less as a morbid and sad occurrence, though it clearly is, but a heartening one in that his ideals and causes live on. That can't be said about everyone. John joined a prominent group that includes naturalists and conservationists like John James Audubon, Roger Tory Peterson and Aldo Leopold (among many others). Sure, different causes and ideals, but alike in that they've left a legacy to inspire and build upon.


Strawberry Fields, December 2001.

I finally made it to Strawberry Fields, a memorial to John in Central Park, in December 2001. Coincidentally it was shortly after George Harrison died (I must be cursed). To include some semblance of birding here I will admit to paying attention to the birds, hoping for some sign or totem. We found the usual Central Park chickadees, White-breasted Nuthatch, Downy Woodpecker, Rock Pigeon, starlings, crows, jays, Canada Geese, and Mallards, as well as a Red-tailed Hawk (not Pale Male, maybe a mate or descendant?) and Hermit Thrush. Maybe there's meaning in there. Or maybe it just is.

So, if you hear radio and television take a moment to remember John today I hope you'll join them.

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Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Have You Checked Your Hard Drive?

You may remember the famously spooky line, "Have you checked the children?" from "When A Stranger Calls," the 1979 thriller that scared the bejeebies out of millions of folks, especially me - and I only saw the preview (I was in 5th grade). A couple of days ago I had a similarly scary experience.

After returning from an amazing week in the Pacific Northwest I copied the four-plus gigabytes of photos we took to our external drive, then opened Picasa to look at them on the larger monitor. Not only were they not found, four months worth of photos were gone. If a CSI staffer was examining the drive they'd conclude the camera was broken, or the photographer had disappeared, on or about July 27th, 2008, the date of the last photo. Oddly, all photos prior to the 27th are fine, as was the entire iTunes library.

Gone were the photos of our saw-whet owl visitor, the Ring-necked Pheasants, the out-of-range/date Little Blue Heron, the lifer Curlew Sandpier, the rare-in-the-Basin Hudsonian Godwits, the ultra-rare Magnificant Frigatebird . . . but at least those (and others) are immortalized here on recent posts on The Feather and the Flower. Gone are hundreds of other pics: family outings, family at home, landscapes, macro shots of insects and plants, images for work, and who knows what I'm forgetting.

Obviously it could be a lot worse. I know too many folks that have lost their entire photo collection - years of images, gone - or all of their personal financial files. Too many that have lost data for their research projects, too many that have lost their Master's thesis or doctoral dissertations. I've never known anyone who lost The Great American Novel, but I'm sure that's happened, too.

Happily, I was able to recover all the photos. I'm in one of those, "Aww, lawdy, lawdy! I've been given a second chance!" modes, I'm sure I'll be one of those annoying types back from the brink. I'll be completely anal about backing up more often. Weekly, like I originally planned before I got lethargic about it. I'll be proselytizing the virtues to everyone I meet, at least for the next few weeks.

So, how about you? Have you checked your hard drive?

Regular posting to begin again tomorrow.

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Wednesday, November 5, 2008

The Revolution Starts Now

One last non-birdy post on this historical and uber-important evening. Watching the election returns come in has not disappointed. The past two elections have shown how polls and conventional wisdom can be misleading, so to see this one come through was a relief. Positive change is on the way, can you feel it?

Yesterday I posted
about patriotism, and tonight's victory speech by Sen. Obama was a moving promise to reunite our country. I'm hopeful he can succeed.

Today I'm thinking one thing: the revolution starts now. OK, really, probably 23-odd months ago when Obama first announced, but now there is really a new day dawning. And tomorrow, another new day dawning, I'll be back to talking birds. There have been some good ones lately!




The Revolution Starts Now
I was walkin’ down the street
In the town where I was born
I was movin’ to a beat
That I’d never felt before
So I opened up my eyes
And I took a look around
I saw it written ‘cross the sky
The revolution starts now
Yeah, the revolution starts now

The revolution starts now
When you rise above your fear
And tear the walls around you down
The revolution starts here
Where you work and where you play
Where you lay your money down
What you do and what you say
The revolution starts now
Yeah the revolution starts now

Yeah the revolution starts now
In your own backyard
In your own hometown
So what you doin’ standin’ around?
Just follow your heart
The revolution starts now

Last night I had a dream
That the world had turned around
And all our hopes had come to be
And the people gathered ‘round
They all brought what they could bring
And nobody went without
And I learned a song to sing
The revolution starts now

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Monday, November 3, 2008

I Am A Patriot

Election Day Eve, 2008
Years ago, four to be precise, my sister sent me a couple of CDs. One was filled with "kid friendly" lullaby type songs, and though specifically for our newborn daughter it's still a favorite among all of us.

The other she simply called, "VOTE". It's election-themed so I pull it out every two years a few weeks before election day. One song has stuck with me this election cycle, more so than the past two: an Eddie Vedder solo version of "I Am a Patriot," penned by Steven Van Zandt.

When it comes to politics (which I rarely address here, but catch me outside of this blog . . . ) there are plenty of things to complain about. The generally apathetic and uninformed electorate and the lies, corruption, and greed at every level are two that bother me. But this year, more than anything else, I'm absolutely sick of the partisan bullsh*t, the false idea that some Americans aren't real Americans, that one party is more patriotic than the other party, that one party doesn't get the concept of country, freedom, apple pie, and baseball. The people who try to propagate this should be simply ashamed at what they've become.

I'm so glad people are standing up to these false dichotomies this year, rightly pointing out we are all Americans cherishing life and liberty and pursuing happiness. No one party has a monopoly on that idea, no one party can claim to "get it," referring to how to protect our shores along with our inalienable rights, while the other is completely ignorant. (I get that some individuals, members of all parties, may not "get it,"and that an uninformed or easily persuadable electorate can elect these folks and set back forward strides. But generally speaking I think most Americans, right or left of center, are all after the "American Dream.")

So, this song has been my anthem this year. I'm encouraged by what we've been seeing this cycle, I'm hopeful we'll see a fundamental change in how politics is played, regardless of who wins tomorrow. Something inspiring has been stirred up, and I'm hoping it's something contagious, unstoppable, and deep rooted. We can be the change we want to see in this world.





I Am A Patriot
And the river opens for the righteous, someday

I was walking with my brother
And he wondered what was on my mind
I said what I believe in my soul
It ain't what I see with my eyes
And we can't turn our backs this time

I am a patriot and I love my country
Because my country is all I know
I want to be with my family
With people who understand me
I got nowhere else to go
I am a patriot

And the river opens for the righteous, someday

I was talking with my sister
She looked so fine
I said baby what's on your mind
She said I want to run like the lion
Released from the cages
Released from the rages
Burning in my heart tonight

I am a patriot and I love my country
Because my country is all I know

And I ain't no communist, and I ain't no capitalist
And I ain't no socialist
and I sure ain't no imperialist
And I ain't no democrat
And I ain't no republican either
And I only know one party
and its name is freedom
I am a patriot

And the river opens for the righteous, someday

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Thursday, August 28, 2008

Quick Stop, Deep Impressions

Today I serendipitously found myself driving in the general area of Montezuma National Wildlife Refuge with a little extra time before I had to pick up Reina nearby. That translated into 20 minutes of actual birding time, giving me a brief glimpse at the newly-constructed shorebird habitat surrounding the visitor's center.

New shorebird habitat created at Montezuma populated by
waterfowl, shorebirds, gulls and terns. I'd make this a quiz
but I don't even know everything that's in this image!


Twenty minutes is short-changing what it deserves but you take what you can get, and I took it all. Immediately after turning into the refuge I scored a trifecta of swallows. I often see that word used as a high-falootin' way to say "three," but this was more than that. My thoughts on the drive up, when they wandered from possible shorebirds, returned to the fact I haven't seen a Bank Swallow this year.

I expected to find Tree Swallows, thought I'd pick up a few (or more) Northern Rough-winged Swallows, and I hoped for a Bank. The first birds I found were swallows, dozens of them, swarming over a vegetation-covered mudflat. Tree Swallows were easy to pick out, even before getting out of the car. Once I opened the door Northern Rough-wings were clearly audible, and I eventually scoped a single Bank Swallow on a snag among more rough-wings. One, two, three, in that order; a trifecta. Wish I'd put some money down.

Young Semipalmated Plover boldly exploring the mudflats.

Shorebird numbers and diversity weren't phenomenal but not disappointing. Least, Semipalmated, Pectoral, Solitary, both Greater and Lesser Yellowlegs, and Killdeer pocked the mudflat. Caspian Terns and Ring-billed Gulls mixed in among the Canada Geese and a few other species of waterfowl, including Blue- and Green-winged Teal, Northern Shoveler and the resident Mallards and American Black Ducks.

There were two highlights on this trip, the first being five Hudsonian Godwits that stuck around almost long enough for a clear photo. Hudsonian Godwits are essentially unheard of in the spring and possible in the fall, but you never plan on finding one in our region. Better and more active birders than me have chased and missed them on many occasions. This was a pretty awesome highlight! I was setting the camera when I heard them take flight so I quickly pointed-and-shot, I'm ecstatic they're even in the frame!

From Birds
Hudsonian Godwits flying south, identified by the
dark underwing coverts and white stripe on the upperwing.
I also heard them calling until they were out of earshot.


Fair warning: that's the end of the birds for this post, but you're welcome to read on to discover the other highlight as I mount my soapbox.

I must confess, each election cycle I become more of a political junkie and this week I've been hitting the stuff more than ever. Not only have I watched more speeches from the Democratic National Convention than I intended to, I've also followed some blog discussions and even watched some of the pundits blab on. Normally I can't stand the partisan punditry and spin, and that's just the talking heads -- forget about campaign mouthpieces. And this year with the Hillary-Barack drama, forget about it. But I'm tolerating it this time around as it's been a momentous week for our country.

The fact the Democrats nominated someone who looks different than those guys on our dollar bills (to paraphrase Sen. Obama) is a monumental occasion. The fact they came within a pantsuit of nominating someone of a different gender from the dollar bill guys doesn't just double the magnitude, it amplifies it immeasurably. I found myself pretty emotional listening to many of the speeches and watching the interviews with the delegates, both Obama's and Sen. Clinton's ardant supporters, participants from the Civil Rights Movement, and the everyday folks who have been affected, directly or indirectly, by the long struggle for voting rights.

I often drive through Seneca Falls, NY after visiting Montezuma, but this time it was with a feeling of excitement and reverence as I passed by the Women's Rights National Historic Park, the first time I've felt that way as I drove through town. The significance of this site, not just for women's suffrage but for everyone, was more omnipresent today than ever before, especially this month (88th anniversary of the 19th Amendment), especially today (45 anniversary of Martin Luther King's "I Have a Dream" speech), especially right now after listening to Sen. Obama's acceptance speech. We, as a country, have come a long way, baby!

Updated to add: Boy, and now with Alaska Governor Sarah Palin on the Republican ticket, what an election this is! I can't begin to imagine what else will happen in the next 67 days.

Soapbox dismounted.

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