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Sunday, February 5, 2012

So Many Wonderous Things . . .

I don't know where to start! So I will start with my surprise today.

I had stepped out the front door to gather firewood, but not without my camera in hand and ready (turned on and zoomed in) in hopes of catching some shots of the goldfinch at the thistle feeder. No luck, the sound of the door opening always scares him off (how do I know he's a he: Male American Goldfinch in Winter). But then something else caught my eye (well, ear, to be exact). I turned around and found the source of the sound. Six unidentifable birds sat in a tree, singing a song I recognized, but couldn't quite place just yet. They flew away when I tried to sneak up on them for a closer look (darn that sun in my eyes).

(Due to the sun in my eyes, I couldn't see the tuff of hair on top of the birds' heads, which would have been a good clue!)

So I continued on my merry way to the wood shed, getting distracted by fresh snowshoe hare tracks along the way (and a set of unknown tracks belonging to a much smaller mammal).

Chores complete, I quietly walked around the corner of the house, hoping to sneak up on some birds again. This time I was able to get a decent shot of the Goldfinch.




As I was taking these photos, I heard a ruffle of wings over my head. I looked up and was suprised to see a Cedar Waxwing!
I didn't have much time to take a picture. I haven't seen these birds in a while. I wrote about playing with cedar waxwings this summer. I'm very happy to have them visiting my yard.

UPDATE: do the waxwings in the tree look a little chunky? Perhaps I have Bohemian Waxwings, not Cedar Waxwings (cedar's are slimmer) ! It's hard to tell the difference with the bad lighting. I do think they sounded more like cedar waxwings though, and if it was summer, I'd have no doubts, but where it's late winter, I'm not so sure.


Cedar Waxwing vs. Bohemian Waxwing

I have more bird photos to post later of black-capped chickadees, hairy woodpeckers, and black-eyed juncos. Stay tuned.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

How to Explore: Pay Attention

This is not about grand exploring adventures or discovering new cultures. This is about exploring your backyard--but the same rule applies to wherever in the world you may find yourself.
Pay Attention

The other week, while playing cards with our neighbours, my ears perked up at the following comment:

Neighbour: "Oh, we walk down that road all the time, too. Usually as far as the bridge."

Me: "Brigde? What bridge? There's a bridge down there?!"

Neighbour: "Ah, yeah.You can't be walking very far then."

/Apparently not. But I paid attention. About 30 minutes in, he said. That can't be, I thought, I must be walking at least 30 minutes down the dirt road before turing back. Am I blind? How could I miss that.

So I gave myself an hour and set out with a watch. I got to the point in the road where I normally turn around, about 25 minutes in. But I kept walking. In less than five minutes, I found the bridge.
View from the bridge:







I can't believe I just missed it before, every single time. I walk this road when I need a break from the computer or just before supper--I never gave myself enough time before.

But now I will.

I guess another rule would be just when you think you've walked far enough, go a little further.
A new area to explore (and get chummy with the ticks) this summer.

Monday, January 23, 2012

We're the Big Door Prize

Ryan emailed me this video today. 

I said, "Oh, I love this song."

Ryan (surprised): "You've heard it before?"

I was raised on John Prine and Bob Dylan.

Bryan Adams* ain't got nothing on this love song! So for all you oddball couples out there, this song is for you.


And just for the heck of it, another great Iris Dement song.


 
*I have to admit that I am huge sucker for Bryan Adams' love songs--I can't help it, I came of age in the 90s.

Friday, January 20, 2012

Plight of The Little Brown Bat

Two things getting lots of coverage in the local news is the alleged espionage case and the “roller coaster” weather. One day it’s 5°C, the next -15°C, followed by 5°C again. Maybe that’s why I had an unusual sighting yesterday.

I was out for a walk when I saw a falling leaf. It fell in that familiar, undulating pattern as it was carried gently down by the wind to be gracefully placed upon the snowy ditch beside me.

Only it wasn’t a leaf.

It was a little brown bat.

It’s odd enough to see a bat during daylight hours, but in the middle of January . . . now that was odd! Bats hibernate in the winter, living off of stored body fat.

Getting this close to a bat allowed me to see how thin their wings are—truly amazing— when not stretched, the wings look like shrivelled lettuce. I didn’t know what to do; was it hurt? I couldn’t tell. The bat laid there for a minute or so, it’s little body heaving with each breath, its mouth opening and closing. I waited and hoped. Finally, the bat took off, flying in a zig zag pattern, as bats do, away from my watchful and concerned eye. I am happy to report that the bat’s flight was strong, easing my worry for its health.



Little brown bats are having a hard time these days. Current estimates of 6.7 million bats in North America have been killed by white-nose syndrome, a fungal disease that attacks bats when they are hibernating in caves (1). And it’s here in Nova Scotia, too (2). The disease is spread by contact, but the good news is scientists believe that affected bats can be saved if they are removed from hibernation and provided food and warmth (1). The disease thrives in cold caves; it’s the bats’ version of Boogey Man, only this one is real.

If you find live or dead bats affected with white-nose syndrome (signs include a white fungus growth around the nose—see picture below), you must inform your local wildlife agency or Dept. of Natural Resources. Cavers are being asked to abide cave closures and advisories, and to stay clear of all caves that are home to large populations of hibernating bats of any species (3).

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Bats are attracted to wildflower gardens as a food source. If you have no qualms about putting out bird houses, why not include some for bats, too. Leave dead and dying trees in your nearby woods to provide shelter for the bats (3). I don’t understand why some people are so insistent on clearing out dead trees on their properties. Dead and dying trees provide shelter and abundant food for many species of mammals, insects, and birds.

I like bats. One of my blissful childhood memories includes bats. I still enjoy going outside at night to watch bats fly around my home, catching glimpses under the moonlight. If I position myself just so in bed, I can look out the window and watch for that well-known black shape to fly by.

Aside from the wonder bats can inspire (or fear, if you’re that kind of person), bats are incredibly valuable to the agriculture industry—a value worth $22.9 billion a year just from their bug-eating ways (1). Of course, we humans benefit from the bats’ diet, too. It’s unfair to complain about the mosquitoes and bats.

So let’s pray together that this undervalued, underappreciated, tiny creature survives.

Sources:

1. http://www.businessweek.com/news/2012-01-18/bat-fungal-disease-toll-advances-to-6-7-million-in-u-s-canada.html

2. http://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/nova-scotia/story/2011/05/11/ns-brown-bats-fungus.html

3. http://www.batconservation.org/drupal/white-nose?gclid=COCottGm2q0CFYbe4AodzTXBkg

Friday, January 13, 2012

Downy Woodpecker: A Small Joy

Downy Woodpecker Info

This is my first year putting out winter birdfeeders. One more reason to work from home (I can see the feeders from the kitchen table where I usually work). Ever wonder how the birds stay warm during the winter? Gary explains the mechanics in this post. Grizz is starting to see some activity at his feeders, too.

My little guy is feeding as I write this post!

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Thanks for the snack. (you can see a seed in his beak.)


 
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