This just in!

21 September, 2015              This just in!

How this happens I know intellectually but it still seems miraculous

Recycled from yesterday – just an irresistible image

Perhaps you saw the morning glory picture I put in yesterday’s blog post. I took that picture while visiting my handsome new nephew Wes. I saw a picture of my brother and his wife bringing Wes out of the hospital after Wes was born. My brother was smiling more than I’d ever seen him smile in his life.

When I met Wes this weekend, I found out why. Look at this handsome little dude and tell me YOU wouldn’t be smiling from ear to ear. And he’s got a great personality too!

Couldn't figure out why my brother was smiling so much - until I met Wesson!

Couldn’t figure out why my brother was smiling so much – until I met Wesson!

Morning Glory at the top, Wesson in the middle, roses from my yard this morning at the bottom, can’t improve this, have a great week, see you Sunday,

Jay

Late September rose

Late September rose

What a treat!

What a treat!

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Busy week!

20 September, 2015                      Busy week!

So I regret to say only a few images – not much going on! I apologize. More next week.

I took this picture looking upstream at Pony Pasture Monday afternoon (14 September); there are no bad pictures of the river:

Flawless

Flawless

I hope to get better deer pictures as the leaves begin to fall. My friend Ethan spotted this decent sized guy back near the pasture. I fumbled a while getting my camera out!:

Deer crossing the trail

Deer crossing the trail

 

Deer blending into woods; see his tail, and see his ear sticking out just behind the tree trunk? Up high?

Deer blending into woods; see his tail, and see his ear sticking out just behind the tree trunk? Up high?

 

Same deer, only this time is head's down, he's eating something on the ground - you can see his eye and nose down low.

Same deer, only this time is head’s down, he’s eating something on the ground – you can see his eye and nose down low.

The moon from my driveway Friday evening; it’s not quite 6 days old and it’s 27% illuminated:

Waxing crescent moon Friday night

Waxing crescent moon Friday night

Morning glories – aren’t these stunning? They look like they have an internal energy source:

How this happens I know intellectually but it still seems miraculous

How this happens I know intellectually but it still seems miraculous

More soon!

All best,

Jay

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Everybody was so NICE!!

13 September, 2015                   Everybody was so NICE!!

Left is Olympic medal, right is Sprint medal, center is medal for completing two in two days

If you want to be really happy, spend a weekend at a triathlon. Every single person you meet is nice. I did a triathlon this morning and another one yesterday at the Outer Banks Triathlon in Manteo, NC. I rode down there with my friends Andrew and Travis on Friday all of us did both races. Our friend Larry was there too; he rode with his family. He also did a much longer race than we did on Saturday. This is the four of us together Friday evening before the races:

Travis, Larry, Andrew, me, Friday evening, Manteo, NC

Travis, Larry, Andrew, me, Friday evening, Manteo, NC

Larry’s triathlon on Saturday was 70.3 miles long (swim 1.2 miles, bike 56 miles, run 13.1 miles). The one Travis and Andrew and I did was only 31.7 miles long (swim 1 mile, bike 24.5 miles, run 6.2 miles). Andrew and Travis and I did another one this morning that was 17.1 miles long (swim ½ mile, bike 13.5 miles, run 3.1 miles).

Here’s one of Andrew, Travis and me at the house:

Andrew, Travis, me, Friday evening

Andrew, Travis, me, Friday evening

I am notoriously not-fast, but even for people who participate at my level this race awarded three medals for doing two races! This was the announcement on the triathlon web site:

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“The SAGA SERIES participants will earn 3 Medals!

The SAGA Series: Individuals who Finish the Sprint on SUNDAY AND Finish the Olympic or Half on SATURDAY, GET THE BLING!” 

It was totally worth it; check out the fantastic medals we got:

Left is Olympic medal, right is Sprint medal, center is medal for completing two in two days

Left is Olympic medal, right is Sprint medal, center is medal for completing two in two days

Andrew and Travis were superb traveling companions but I didn’t have any dogs with me and I was missing canine companionship. People were so nice at the race they let me spend some time with their dog! Complete strangers! Even with a nice dog! This gorgeous girl’s name was Zoey:

A complete stranger even loaned me their dog for some moral support and valuable encouragement!

A complete stranger even loaned me their dog for some moral support and valuable encouragement!

Andrew and Travis picked me up Friday afternoon and we headed for the Outer Banks. We left here and spent the whole weekend at the race – there were 642 total  finishers in all of the races. If you add in family members and support staff and local residents and volunteers I know there were 1,500 people around there this weekend. I was on the course for four hours Saturday and for two hours today. I greeted or was greeted by five hundred people – minimum. And every single one was nice! I saw a handful of friends from Richmond, but five hundred complete strangers who were kind! And cheerful! And thoughtful! And considerate! They didn’t know me from Adam! You totally need to try this out. You don’t have to race – just volunteer. Or even spectate – just take it in. I promise you will be happy.

I have a very, very little bit left in my personal tank and I’d better wrap this up before I collapse on this keyboard and my face presses all the buttons at once. I’ll add a few more pictures and then go to bed. And hopefully (there are never any guarantees) put up another post tomorrow when my energy has returned to more normal levels.

Andrew, Travis and me post race Saturday:

Andrew, Travis and me after finishing our race Saturday

Andrew, Travis and me after finishing our race Saturday

Travis, me and Andrew post race this morning:

Travis, me and Andrew after finishing the race this morning

Travis, me and Andrew after finishing the race this morning

Andrew was so fast he won a prize! I’m not even kidding. He won second place in his age group, a very competitive bunch of athletes. Here he is on the podium:

Andrew with the podium finish! I still can hardly even believe it!

Andrew with the podium finish! I still can hardly even believe it!

And this is his award; check out the cool shark shape:

This race has fantastic prizes. Mine was just for showing up. Andrew had to WORK to get this beauty!

This race has fantastic prizes. Mine was just for showing up. Andrew had to WORK to get this beauty!

I think I’ll put up another post tomorrow – but no guarantees. After nearly three decades of triathlons and almost two hundred finishes, this is the first time I’ve ever done two in two days. I am entering unknown territory about how my body and mind will be functioning tomorrow. So we’ll see. In any event, I hope you come back and visit my blog soon. And have a great week!

And thank you so much to Andy and Travis for being such superb companions and making an already great weekend even greater.

All best,

Jay 

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Zugunruhe

6 September, 2015 Zugunruhe

What a word. According to my American Heritage Dictionary: zugunruhe or Zugunruhe n. The migratory drive in animals, especially birds.

Tucked in there between Zugspitze (the highest peak in Germany) and zugzwang (A situation in a chess game in which a player is forced to make an undesirable or disadvantageous move.)

There are a lot of migrating birds in central Virginia now. Vultures are common in our area – you can see one circling overhead almost 365 days a year if you look up. But almost 100% of those are Turkey vultures (Cathartes aura). Friday when I was driving home I saw flocks of Black vultures (Coragyps atratus) in two separate places within a half hour. I saw more black vultures in that half hour than I normally see in a year. They’re similar to Turkey vultures except Turkey vultures have pink heads and Black vultures have black heads and you can tell them apart in a second. I didn’t get great pictures, but I have a couple. First allow me an observation about our regular day-in-day-out Turkey vultures. They always look like they mean business. I’m quite certain no one has ever looked at an adult Turkey vulture and said “silly.” But these Black vultures were acting like they were in a cartoon or something. Here’s one of the less silly pictures I took:

These Black vultures are raucous. Turkey vultures are never raucous.

These Black vultures are raucous. Turkey vultures are never raucous. In my experience. 

But look at this next picture. It’s zoomed back, but there are two vultures in this picture:

Two vultures on this cell tower.

Two vultures on this cell tower.

Now, zoomed in more. The first bird is a little odd, but not extremely:

Zoomed in on the lower one. I don't know what it's doing, but probably it's just perching.

Zoomed in on the lower one. I don’t know what it’s doing, but probably it’s just perching. It’s not odd. Wait until you see the next picture.

This bird, I have no idea. I wish I understood this better. If anyone knows avian behavior or raptor behavior or carrion eater behavior, I’d love an explanation or reasonable hypothesis:

What is going on here? It's acting like a chickadee! Except these guys weigh 5 lb. v. 1/2 oz for a chickadee. Crazy.

What is going on here? It’s acting like a chickadee! Except these guys weigh 5 lb. v. 1/2 oz for a chickadee. Crazy.

Enough crazy vultures. If you look at my Facebook page, this next section is old news. I just like to have it on the blog as an ongoing record. When it comes to outdoor photography I sometimes find I’m more of an accountant than an artist. But I saw this doe and fawn back in the woods at Pony Pasture Thursday morning.

In this picture, you can see the doe standing just to the right of the fawn. You can see the doe’s head and eye, and the fawn’s spotted rump. They’re hidden by leaves now, but only for another month or so:

Mother and baby

Mother and baby

In this one the mother’s put her head up, and you can see light shining through the fawn’s pink ear. And the line of white dots on its lower back:

Mother and baby again (look closely)

Mother and baby again (look closely)

Lots of birds are migrating; I snapped these two pictures of a Green Heron at Pony Pasture the same morning I took the pictures of those two deer. According to the time stamp from my camera, I took the first picture at 9:58:32 and the second at 9:58:34:

Momentary pose

Momentary pose

And away it goes

And away it goes

I hope at least some of the local hawks find our climate pleasant enough to stay here for twelve months, but I don’t know much about them yet. I suspect they may leave soon. The ospreys maybe have already left – I haven’t seen them this week. But here’s a Red-tail I saw Tuesday:

I never get tired of them. Sorry if you do!

I never get tired of them. Sorry if you do!

I also discovered a new spot for Redtails this week – on a cell phone tower in the parking lot of the Westbury Pharmacy. The light wasn’t gorgeous and neither was the setting or the pose. As noted above, I’m more accountant than artist. I’m just fascinated that these beautiful animals are around here practically all the time. I was picking up some groceries at Kroger and I just look up and there they are. It is a treat every single time it happens. Here’s this lovely bird:

Red-tailed hawk gazing down at the parking lot at the Westbury Pharmacy

Red-tailed hawk gazing down at the parking lot at the Westbury Pharmacy (check out those talons; they’re hard to see but really cool)

I discovered the word “zugunruhe” in a remarkable book I’m reading, The Bluebird Effect: Uncommon Bonds with Common Birds by Julie Zickefoose. Incredibly – to me anyway – Ms. Zickefoose went to high school at Freeman! Then went on to Harvard! I think she lives in Ohio now. There are chapters about bluebirds and barn swallows and ospreys and starlings and mourning doves and chickadees and phoebes and dozens of others, and it’s illustrated with gorgeous water colors that Ms. Zickefoose painted. One chapter is called Touched by a Redtail and she wrote “…opening the door into his life, if only for a little peek, brought home to me that almost everything in nature is so much more awe-inspiring than it first appears.” Which if I’ve learned one thing from my ongoing Every living thing project, it’s that. I mean, you look at all of this stuff – algae and bald eagles and mushrooms and dragonflies and fawns and luna moths – and it’s all amazing just to glance at it. Then you go beneath the surface, you go a little deeper, read some more about it or observe some more about it or hear or see more, it’s as she says – “so much more awe-inspiring than it first appears.” I was amazed by it all when I first started and I’m amazed again each week. This week by Black vultures – who would have guessed?

I got lucky on a flower picture at the river this morning. I hope you’ll come back next week! All best,

Jay

Some of my pictures come out well

Some of my pictures come out well

 

 

 

 

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A Starbucks™ koan

30 August, 2015                 A Starbucks™ koan

Barista at Starbucks Huguenot and River Road: “Can I get a drink started for you?”

My companion – he often speaks in koans: “Cold hot chocolate!” 

The best known koan is “What is the sound of one hand clapping?” Dictionary definition: “a paradoxical anecdote or riddle, used in Zen Buddhism to demonstrate the inadequacy of logical reasoning and to provoke enlightenment.”

I just read about koans. An excerpt: “The student of Zen is supposed to meditate on this riddle until some degree of insight or enlightenment occurs. The tricky part is that there is no right answer.” See that? Asking for a “cold hot chocolate” isn’t like asking for a grande latte – there’s a right answer for that. The listener has to interpret “cold hot chocolate.”

This Starbucks is highly evolved. The meaning of “cold hot chocolate” was opaque to me. What does that even mean? Quite paradoxical. But in addition to being enlightened, the people who work at this location are highly trained professionals. So of course when they served this, it was precisely what my friend had asked for:

A Starbucks koan - a.k.a. "cold hot chocolate"

A Starbucks koan – a.k.a. “cold hot chocolate”

I mean, seriously, look at that – how could it not be the right thing? That’s the right answer to any question. Caveat emptor: if you go there and ask for a cold hot chocolate (or a Starbucks koan), I can’t guarantee that’s what they’ll serve. Recall above, “there is no right answer.” They may even give you the sound of one hand clapping. But they’ll hook you up – that location is terrific beyond description. Just give them an idea and they’ll figure something out. And you’ll enjoy it – try it and see if I’m not right. I’ve been coming there since the doors first opened in 2001 and I’ve had enough coffee to float an entire fleet of aircraft carriers. Every cup served with a smile. And consumed with an even bigger smile. 

True story about the service at Starbucks Huguenot and River Road: the response when my buddy asked for a refill for his “cold hot chocolate”: “I’m on it like a bonnet.” How could I not love that place?

Today’s the last Sunday in August and although I can hardly grasp this fact, Tuesday is the first day of September! Oy. But this is the last Sunday of my birthday month so here are a couple other pictures. My late father’s birthday was August 17, six days before mine. His favorite color was orange. We had an orange-themed memorial service for him not long after he died in late 2012 and my brothers and sisters and I each spoke about him. One of my brothers opined that the reason my dad liked hunting was because he was required by law to wear orange, a color you don’t get many other opportunities to wear. Especially not at the Pentagon, where dad worked. It’s funny the little things that tweak your memory even now almost three years later. I was taking pictures in the garden at Portico Restaurant a week ago today after my own birthday celebration. Here are a few favorites: 

One lovely orange flower

One lovely orange flower

Another lovely orange flower

Another lovely orange flower

Well orange you special!

Well orange you special!

Also, another friend of mine had a birthday this week – she turned thirty-five. Her name is Marcia and she is wise beyond her years. She and a few other friends and I had lunch Thursday. One friend made a cake that makes the above photographed cold hot chocolate seem low-cal. She uses lots of butter and even more chocolate and yikes. It is better than anything. I generally have good self-control. Until it comes to that cake.

I digress. My friend Marcia gave me this card:

What a perfect card

What a perfect card

Inside is equally or more perfect.

Inside is equally or more perfect.

A helmet. How do people even find these things? I suspect they just “attract” them. Things happen that way. It’s peculiar.

More predictable in every way is the fact that I’m going to put a couple of our local raptors in here – as long as they’re in town. And there were both Red-tailed hawks and ospreys visible in zip code 23229 this week. Here’s a Red-tail. Look at those feet. I’ve never seen one perched in this position:

Isn't that a crazy angle? I'm getting better at anticipating where they'll show up. Look at those feet.

Isn’t that a crazy angle? I’m learning to anticipate where they’ll show up. Look closely at those feet. This never (for me) gets boring. 

And here’s an osprey. Not my best photographic work, but I’m recording. Taking data. I am not an artist. The ospreys and the sun don’t always cooperate to make lovely pictures. Also I think this is a female due to the band on her chest – but not positive. Also I think she is hungry – because her “crop” looks empty. Like a balloon with no air:   

Osprey on nest in bad light. Hungry osprey too I'm thinking.

Osprey on nest in bad light. Hungry osprey too I’m thinking.

 My zen friend and I take our cold hot chocolates and go to Brown’s Island and watch trains. We don’t “get” a train every week, but this week we did. You can tell this CSX coal train is parked because the headlight is off. These are both 4,400 HP General Electric CW44AC  locomotives:

Parked coal train.

Parked coal train.

I’ve hung around train tracks since I was a little kid. Mostly the old Norfolk and Western (now Norfolk Southern) tracks near our cabin in Page County, Virginia. My knowledge of nature was both fostered and fed hiking up and down the train tracks. Last Fall at the CSX tracks near Brown’s Island I noticed for the first time the Osage oranges growing on the edge. I thought they were a late-season fruit but I took this picture on August 26. These are softball sized, to give you a reference: 

Osage orange. Very, very beautiful

Osage orange. Very, very beautiful. If it fell off and hit you in the head you would wince mightily. They’re big and heavy and hard.

This week the river has been low and warm. This afternoon it was at 3.5’ at the Westham Gauge, just upstream from the Huguenot Bridge, on the north bank of the river. My friend Ethan and I waded across the river on Monday afternoon. It was 3.9’ deep then. This is where we crossed. We waded in just to the right of that green bush on the riverbank. While we were “wading,” at one point it was up to my neck! But we made it all the way across. We climbed out and stood on those big flat rocks on the far shore. It was an experience unlike any I can readily recall. This is at the Riverside Meadows Greenspace:   

Our gorgeous James River - what a gift

Our gorgeous James River – what a gift

Speaking of the river – another predictable theme in my blog posts – Evelyn and Mackey and Turner and I had a nice hike this morning at Pony Pasture. I was watching the dogs and she was watching the wildlife – and alertly noticed this Southern Leopard Frog (Lithobates sphenocephalus) crouched in the leaf litter on the river’s edge: 

Well camouflaged Leopard Frog - good eye Evie!

Well camouflaged Leopard Frog – good eye Evie!

I have a nice (in my opinion) batch of pictures this week. But I’ve used a bunch of them so I’ll close with this pretty damselfly from this morning. I suspect this damselfly would make a tasty meal for that Leopard Frog: 

They're such great subjects for photography

They’re such great subjects to photograph. Cooperative and photogenic. Supermodels of the insect world. Never seen a fat one or one with bad skin. And look at those big eyes! 

All best,

Jay

 

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Unavailable at Amazon

23 August, 2015                        Unavailable at Amazon 

Today is my 54th birthday. Because I have priceless friends and relatives, all the gifts I get are priceless. Ev took me out for dinner last night:

Post race birthday dinner! Priceless!

Post race birthday dinner! Priceless!

My friend Ethan grew a butternut squash for me – and gave it to me on my birthday weekend. Think about the planning that took – he must have started this in May. Thoughtful and healthy and delicious and beautiful – look at this:

Priceless!

Priceless!

After Ev and Mackey and Turner and I returned from the river this morning, Mackey began barking – and it was our neighbor Hanna – who already brings us eggs from her chickens – delivering homemade chocolate chip scones! And look at this sign! An embarrassment of riches:

 

To avoid repetition - these items are unavailable at any price!

To avoid repetition – these items are unavailable at any price!

Plus how about that hand drawn sign? Everyone is so talented! Gardeners, cooks, signmakers, it’s amazing.

Yesterday on my birthday eve I was fortunate to participate in the Quantico Triathlon. It was held at the Marine Corps Base Quantico just an hour or two north of here on the banks of the Potomac River. Try to imagine a perfect course in perfect weather – it was just a tiny bit better than that. Here’s a picture Ev took of the swim start – I’m in there somewhere:

As a friend mentioned, you can recognize me because I'm the one in the green cap.

As a friend observed, you can recognize me because I’m the one in the green cap.

Here’s me at some point on the bike – I don’t recall if this was the beginning or the end:

Either just finishing or just starting the bike. I think that's just starting. But I'm not sure.

Either just finishing or just starting the bike. I think that’s just starting. But I am uncertain. 

Here’s one of me early on the run, crossing an overpass:

Fun picture crossing an overpass. This is probably mile 0.3 or so.

Fun picture crossing an overpass. This is probably mile 0.3 or so. Thanks for the cool picture Ev! 

A few minutes later I was running across a field at about mile 0.7, heading into the woods and a Bald Eagle flew over my head!  

Ev waited patiently (very patiently; I’m really slow) and caught me crossing the finish line:

I don't always like to stop!

I don’t always like to stop!

While Pat and I were out on the course, Evelyn was hanging out with Pat’s wife Megan. All four of us met a guy named Adam the evening before at the swim start. Personable, handsome young guy with one leg just like the one most of us have and the other one missing from his hip down. He was in the US Air Force and he’d lost the leg seven years ago in Afghanistan. I said I’m a rehabilitation counselor, I work with people with disabilities, I like to learn how people accomplish different things. So I asked him how the heck he’s going to get out of that swim in the Potomac River and get up to his bike. He said, more or less “my running leg is going to be down here and I’m going to put it on and go up and put on my biking leg.” Race day morning Ev caught a picture of a guy bringing down prostheses for Adam and another guy:

A guy carrying people's spare legs. How cool is that?

A guy carrying people’s spare legs. How cool is that?

Later in the day, Megan took a picture of Adam and another guy after the race:

Adam in the red shirt.

Adam in the red shirt.

That’s Adam with the red shirt and another guy missing a limb in front of him. If you can’t read Adam’s shirt it says “EOD Warriors” which stands for “Explosive Ordnance Disposal.” So I have no idea how he lost his leg, but it’s a good bet he was disarming an IED. Most fascinating to me was his attitude about it. He didn’t have an attitude about it. He gave the strong impression that he thinks as much about having one leg as you think about having two legs. I quote David Foster Wallace regarding that sort of attitude “People who can adjust their natural default setting this way are often described as being ‘well-adjusted’, which I suggest to you is not an accidental term.” If everybody was like Adam, it would put rehab counselors out of business. He might have needed help for the first year or so. It was a privilege to meet him.

Anyway, late in the race, it was so beautiful, I was slowing down just enjoying myself. I was joking with people that I was slowing down because I didn’t want it to end. I was having too much fun! Which is the way I feel about this blog post and my birthday. In a few hours I’ll get started on my next un-birthday. And I’ll end this post with what they handed me when I crossed the finish line. Nerdy triathletes like me refer to this as “bling.” See you next week!

Jay

Bling front

Bling front

Bling back

Bling back

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Summertime, and the livin’ is easy

16 August, 2015                       Summertime, and the livin’ is easy  

Earlier this week I went to a produce stand on Libbie Avenue here in Richmond. My first time ever, I am amazed to say. My friend Betsy used to buy produce there regularly, and cooked the best butter beans I’ve had before or since. Her grandson is my old friend Skye and the three of us spent many a relaxing summer evening eating butter beans, fresh corn on the cob, delicious fish, thick slices of tomato, cold glasses of lemonade and iced tea, the best that summer has to offer. I took this picture as I was leaving:

You can buy summer here for a bargain price. Unfortunately it only lasts a couple of weeks.

You can buy summer here for just a few dollars. Unfortunately it only lasts a couple of weeks.

 

When I was there I got a cantaloupe, a bag each of tomatoes and peaches, a jar of fresh local honey and a jar of blackberry jelly that’s made by the stand operator’s friend. I had my first PB&J made with homemade blackberry jelly when I was probably twelve years old. In the four-plus decades since, I’ve eaten ten thousand PB&J’s with homemade blackberry jelly. Maybe closer to twelve thousand. And this is by any measure the best blackberry jelly I’ve ever eaten. What a find! 

In the car I had all that produce in a bag and it was the most delicious smell you can ever imagine. It smelled exactly like summer. It didn’t smell like peaches or cantaloupes or tomatoes or brown paper bags – it smelled like summer. I immediately thought that if you could make a candle that smelled like that and burn it in your living room in January, you would be transported directly to August. But. Enjoy summer while it’s here. It’s better that way. 

I was on a long bike ride yesterday in Goochland and Hanover County. I have three more triathlons (short ones) this year and my training mileage is going up. So when I saw this sign I decided to stop:

See what I mean? About summertime? Too much fun.

See what I mean? About summertime? Too much fun.

Here’s the honey I got from both – Goochland bike riding honey on the left, produce stand honey on the right:

Two bottles of summer.

Two bottles of summer.

They’re both so delicious my vocabulary is inadequate to describe it. They both taste very “authentic” or “real” – not words that describe a flavor or an aroma, I’m aware, more of a quality. Which means they’re probably wildflower honey rather than from some specific type of flower, and wildflower is my favorite. FYI, I’ve had a borderline honey-obsession for longer than I’ve had a borderline blackberry jelly obsession. I recall clearly my honey experience beginning at the Montgomery County Fair in Maryland, where our family visited every summer from (literally) my first birthday (August, 1962) until I was forty-five years old. I had honey at the Fair every summer. My blackberry jelly thing didn’t start until we got the cabin in the Spring of 1974, shortly before I turned thirteen. Yet again I digress. Here’s a link to a blog post I did two years ago when Pat and I stopped at the same place for honey. It’s an interesting blog post: : “Hump Week” / Too much fun

Of course, speaking of my obsessions, my Raptor Watch continues, although it consists almost exclusively of our “local” Red-tails and Ospreys. The ospreys have been less evident, though they’re around. Sometime soon they’ll head for northern South America. And other Parts Unknown.

Here’s one of the many ospreys that live along Parham Road in Richmond. Ospreys are noisy birds in my experience – they talk and talk. Red-tails get anxious when you get near them – it’s easy to watch them watching you. Ospreys are much more tolerant. I don’t know if this is a youngster or an adult but it had a lot to say:

Lot of talking going on

Lot of talking going on

The title of this blog post is from the song Summertime from George Gershwin’s 1935 opera Porgy and Bess. That’s the year my dad was born. Here are the lyrics:

PORGY AND BESS SUMMERTIME

Summertime,

And the livin’ is easy

Fish are jumpin’

And the cotton is high

 

Your daddy’s rich

And your mamma’s good lookin’

So hush little baby

Don’t you cry

 

One of these mornings

You’re going to rise up singing

Then you’ll spread your wings

And you’ll take to the sky

 

But till that morning

There’s a’nothing can harm you

With daddy and mamma standing by

 

Summertime,

And the livin’ is easy

Fish are jumpin’

And the cotton is high

 

Your daddy’s rich

And your mamma’s good lookin’

So hush little baby

Don’t you cry

  

Summertime and the roses are blooming – still – thanks to Ev. I took this picture on Tuesday morning. That’s what perfection looks like:  

A different rose every week! They are all works of art!

A different rose every week! They are all works of art!

I’m getting an idea of where the hawks nest now. I’ve seen them fly toward it at sunset on two separate evenings. On Wednesday I was looking up on the power line at one of the hawks, lit up by the setting sun:

I think this is a youngster. Nice light too.

I think this is a youngster. Nice light too.

I turned precisely 180º and clicked the shutter ten seconds later on this picture. The bird is some swallow or swift, not a raptor. Speaking of “what perfection looks like”:

I've never thought of August as a month for natural beauty. But this is hard to beat:

I’ve never thought of August as a month for natural beauty. But this stuff is hard to beat:

The dogs and I were at the river Thursday (were you wondering how long it would take me to write that?) and when we got to the downstream edge of the trail we stopped for a moment. I took advantage of the stop for a brief break. Turner took advantage of the stop for a brief break. This dragonfly took advantage of the stop for a brief break – on Turner’s leash. This is what you call a lucky picture:

Man, dog, dragonfly - three beings catch their breath.

Man, dog, dragonfly – three beings catch their breath.

I have more pictures than time! I hope I have decent pictures next week.  

Meanwhile, enjoy your week – and come back next Sunday!

All best,

Jay

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The more I learn, the less I knew!

9 September, 2015                 The more I learn, the less I knew!

If you’d asked me a year ago how much I knew about Red-tailed hawks and ospreys, I would have been confident I knew a lot. But as the months wear on and I spend more time observing them and photographing them and reading about them and thinking about them, I realize I hardly even know the basics! 

I have learned a bit about where to find them though. My first Red-tailed hawk photo was on May 1 of this year, but I have Barred owls and ospreys and turkey vultures from April. So I’ve been photographing them steadily for five months. June 28 of this year I put up a post called “Warning: graphic images – hawk catches a rabbit.” The pictures from that post were so remarkable and it’s so close to my house that I look up at that stump every time I drive by. I was rewarded again yesterday afternoon when I swung past it on my way home. Same stump, different bird, different “quarry”:

Unidentified "quarry" on the left. I think it's just a piece of fungus.

Unidentified “quarry” on the left. I think it’s just a piece of fungus.

Young Red-tails are known for finding prey-like objects and practicing for when they deal with the real thing. 

Here he is “playing” with it:

Showing it (whatever it is) who's boss.

Showing it (whatever it is) who’s boss.

Then he got driven off by a mockingbird – it never ends – and hopped up onto a nearby power line. The mockingbird’s coming after him again:

Mockingbird coming in for another pass. It is constant.

Mockingbird coming in for another pass. It is constant.

That hawk stayed in that area for an eternity. From the time I took my first picture until the time I took my last was over twenty minutes, and I’m sure he was there when I arrived. I did get a decent video, one of the better that I’ve taken. It only lasts eleven seconds. Just as it begins, the hawk is standing on his stump and the mockingbird is coming from behind him and flies off to the right and disappears. You can see the hawk watching it (it’s out of sight) and it comes back in, flying from right to left: 

Just FYI, that’s a young hawk. My friend Kim knows more than average (a lot more than average) about Red-tails. When I put this on fb she wrote “Handsome young bird! See the light colored eyes and banded tail?” I noted that he acted immature, which is just a sense I’ve gotten from watching the hawks for several months. The main way he acts immature is he just doesn’t have any confidence. When you watch for confidence in people and in dogs it’s easy to see, and equally easy to see when it’s missing. It’s missing in this youngster.

I went out this evening to see if I could photograph the ospreys. I haven’t been over all week. There was no visible activity on the nest, although a crow was sitting up on the tower. Across the street there was  a Red-tail on another tower. But no ospreys in sight. Or in sound; they’re noisy. I’ll go back this week and see if I can get one.

I went to "osprey country" - and got a hawk instead!

I went to “osprey country” – and got a hawk instead! Overlapping territories. 

I’ve been spending a reasonable amount of time at Pony Pasture but I’ve been lax about adding to my Every living thing project. I have a few additions to make but they’re not organized yet. Soon.

Meanwhile, I’m training for a few more short triathlons coming up over the next month or so. This is a slow time of year and my blogging is slow! I apologize! Here are a few bright flowers from Pony Pasture this week, including one with a graceful moth sauntering in for a visit: 

Moth visiting a flower at  Pony Pasture this morning

Moth visiting a flower at Pony Pasture this morning

Sunny and cheerful morning

Sunny and cheerful morning

Still some bright colors as the days get short

Still some bright colors as the days get short

More next week! I hope yours is great! All best,

Jay

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Serendipity – once in a blue moon

2 August, 2015            Serendipity – once in a blue moon 

100% accidental picture of a plane flying in front of July's "blue" moon

100% accidental picture of a plane flying in front of July’s “blue” moon

If you were unaware – even if you were aware – the full moon on Friday evening (31 July) was the second full moon in the same calendar month. That doesn’t happen often. Around once every three years. So we have the expression “once in a blue moon” when we talk about a moderately rare occurrence. “Blue” is entirely unrelated to the color of the moon, if your interests extend this far. It is (as I understand it) a corruption of a word that no longer exists in modern language, roughly “belewe“. And that word, really roughly translated, has something to do with betrayal,  as in field workers who were supposed to be paid every full moon only got paid once that month, even though it had two full moons. I apologize for my lack of precision. But “blue” is not about the color. 

Serendipity, according to the American Heritage Dictionary, 5th Edition is “1. The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident.” I often credit my photographs with being in the “right place at the right time.” My friend Laurie said “…you are ALWAYS at the right place/ right time!!! You have “Serendipity”” She was probably referring to the wikipedia definition. Because if you look up serendipity on wikipedia, you find this picture:

Wikipedia image - of Black-crowned night heron and pileated woodpecker - in definition for "serendipity."

Wikipedia image – of Black-crowned night heron and pileated woodpecker – in definition for “serendipity.”

With the following caption: “The photo was intended to be of a black-crowned night heron; the photographer was initially unaware of the pileated woodpecker flashing through.” See that? They used bird photography in a definition of the word serendipity – out of all the examples they could have used. Wild. 

I digress about the blue moon picture. I’ll return to that after this pair of pictures I took on Tuesday (July 28) when Mackey and Turner and I were at Pony Pasture. Even though Mackey and Turner were with me, she just stood there and ate – we were just a few feet away:

A brief, penetrating gaze to see if we're a threat to her lunch.

A brief, penetrating gaze to see if we’re a threat to her lunch.

She correctly assessed us as benign.

She correctly assessed us as benign.

I wonder if that’s an invasive species she’s eating. Does anyone recognize it? She was so docile about us being there, I was certain I’d be able to take a video. So I looked down to switch my camera from “still” to “video” and when I looked back up, it was like she’d never existed. There was no sound and no movement, she was just there one moment then gone. I’ve seen (and not seen) and heard (and not heard) this happen with whitetail deer so often it’s obviously something they’ve evolved. They’re not small, but they move significant distances in very noisy cover in almost literally the time it takes to blink your eye. An impressive adaptation. It’s unfathomable to me how they pull that off. I can’t tell you how close we were – maybe twelve feet. And she just vanished. 

Outdoor activity is increasing now as we reach midsummer – I didn’t anticipate that. I took this picture in the parking lot at the Tuckahoe YMCA Wednesday morning: 

Mouthful of seeds.

Mouthful of seeds.

That one was in a flock of at least five male goldfinches, and presumably there were females in the area. And I looked up and saw a hummingbird too! But he disappeared before I could get my lens on him.

I “got” a hawk Monday: 

I believe this is a youngster. The coloring is a big light. But I don't know as much as I should.

I believe this is a youngster. The coloring is a bit light. But I don’t know as much as I should.

But haven’t seen them recently. Hopefully this week. I don’t “know” hawks well enough yet to know if perhaps they’ve already migrated. It seems early, though. And I wouldn’t even be surprised if we’re far enough south for this pair to overwinter. I’ll keep my eyes open.

There are still raptors in the area. I took this osprey picture today on the way home from the river: 

Osprey on a tower - my first raptor for August

Osprey on a tower – my first raptor for August

I don’t think he was panting, although it may have been hot up there in amongst all that sun blasted metal. I don’t think he was calling another osprey; he was quiet. And they’re noisy when they call. There was another osprey on the next powerline tower toward the river; I even took a few pictures of it. But it was far away and I was on long zoom and the picture is not blog-worthy. Here’s a picture of where the two birds are. The nest is on top of that cell phone tower on the right side of the picture. The other osprey was on top of that electrical line tower way down in the lower left corner of the picture. That tower overlooks a small lake and I’m sure some unsuspecting fish was about to meet its maker.

Tower with nest on right, tower above lake way down on lower left. Both have ospreys.

Tower with nest on right, tower above lake way down on lower left. Both have ospreys.

Think about a fish swimming around in the lake, moments before being snatched out by that osprey. (I hope you’ll humor me; I’m reading Nine-Headed Dragon River by Peter Matthiessen, described thus on a site called thriftbooks.com: The author chronicles his quest for spiritual roots, describes his early Zen experiences and his gradual reawakening to life through Zen.”) Anyway, the fish in the lake. It’s spent this most recent incarnation (if you’re so inclined) living entirely underwater. And it’s about to become part of an osprey. It happens every day. Wake up in the morning as a fish, go to sleep that night as the feathers and muscles and tendons and yellow eyes and sharp talons of an osprey. Crazy. 

Since it’s August, flowers are fading. There are still some bright colors, but they don’t smell as much now. Ev’s keeping our roses beautiful. I took this picture in our backyard yesterday morning:

A rose like this is lovely in any month

A rose like this is lovely in any month

Speaking of Nine-Headed Dragon River, I learned recently through the magic of instagram that my Appalachian Trail sauntering niece Cappy was reading the same book at the same time. Years ago when I camped a lot on the A/T – back in the Ivory and Nicky era – my backpack always had one book in it. The Snow Leopard, also by Peter Matthiessen.

I believe I’ll sign off for today. I hope July’s been a great month and August is even better. Until next week,

Jay

 

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Brothers and sisters

26 July, 2015                  Brothers and sisters

I’m not used to having guests! But thanks to Evie, I’m starting to like it! Last week, Evelyn’s sister Jackie was here – it was Ev’s birthday and we celebrated a lot. This week, my brother Shane was here – and we celebrated again! Shane’s lovely wife Kristin was with him – and Evelyn threw a mini-shower for her! I’m civil and polite and an adequate conversationalist, but the finer points of entertaining continue to elude me, even at my advanced age! Thank goodness for the observation of the late Dr. Rule, my counseling teacher in grad school. I can practically hear his voice:  “Your strengths lie in other areas.” Evelyn’s strengths lie in other areas and in the area of gracious entertaining. Cooking too!

I feel bad that I took essentially zero pictures while Shane and Kristin and Tara were here. Of course they were only here for eighteen hours, and it was dark for half of those, but still.

The title for the first draft of this post was “A new obsession – THAT’S all I need”. Here’s the picture that inspired it:

Osprey on a power pole

Osprey on a power pole

That’s an osprey! Two miles from my house! With a nest! Incredible. I was driving home Wednesday afternoon, looking at the tops of power poles. There are birds of prey all over town now and they love to sit on power poles. I’ve been (in case perhaps you’ve missed this) somewhat Red-tailed Hawk focused (possibly obsessed) this spring and summer. I realized that was an osprey, pulled into a parking lot and started snapping pictures. A moment later it flew across the street toward me – and landed in a nest! I haven’t gotten a picture I like on the nest yet, but here’s a low quality shot; you’ll get the idea –

Two ospreys on a nest; I think that's a cell phone tower.

Two ospreys on a nest; I think that’s a cell phone tower.

Ev and I took Mackey and Turner to Pony Pasture Saturday because we knew we might not make it down for our Sunday hike. Ev was hiking in front of us and as she rounded a corner she said “Look at this huge fungus!”. It was enormous – and, as always, I had to add a prop to show the scale. Another obsession. Here is the fungus with my iphone on it: 

A fungus, an iphone, a mystery guest

A fungus, an iphone, a mystery guest

There’s a fungus at that spot every summer. I’ve only noticed it before when it’s been aged. Now it’s fresh and new. This is kind of cool. Here’s a blog post from October, 2012 – of the same fungus – with my 2012 iphone in it! Look how old and worn out this fungus looks in October compared with how fresh and new it looks in the picture above (taken in July). So I guess that’s the approximate life cycle of at least that particular fungus. It appears suddenly in July and I believe it will be gone entirely by November. I’ll watch it. It’s on my regular route. I don’t know what eats it. Turtles maybe or who knows. Here’s the post with that fungus and my 2012 iphone – it’s the first picture on the post: Taper time! And more! 

Anyway – I know some of my sharp-eyed viewers immediately noticed what I missed at first. If, like me, you were less perceptive than you might’ve been, I draw your attention to the lower left hand corner of my iphone. Dark blob. Here’s a closeup:

Southern leopard frog (Lithobates sphenocephalus)

Southern leopard frog (Lithobates sphenocephalus

Amazing. And speaking of sharp-eyed viewers – I posted it on Facebook and a sharp-eyed viewer there (thanks Franklin!) corrected me when I wrote “Did you see the little toad to the left? ” Franklin (a Camp Waredaca alumnus, naturally) responded “I see the leopard FROG.” Oy. They should have named it Camp Knowitall. Everybody in my family went there, so that would obviously be the perfect name! They could also have called it Camp Environmentallyaware. Also Franklin’s Facebook catch saved me from being called out here on my blog by my expert identifiers Betsy, Kim, Katie, Lynda, et al. I make plenty of errors but people catch them quick! Thanks again Franklin! And he did go on to say that his catch was a “consequence of having a huge fan base admiring your work.” My friend Ari from grad school (I think that was last year) wrote “Jay…your pics are for the gods…always a pleasure.” My pics are a result of my incredible good fortune to spend lots of time in such a wonderful place!  

I’ve mentioned that I’ll post a picture each week of one of the local Red-tails as long as they’re around. They’re so enjoyable to watch. I never tire. I hope none of my blog followers do! Or if they do, I hope they just skip to the next picture! Here’s this week’s Red-tail. Timeout – I just referred back to the title of this post. My brother Kevin (not the brother who was here this weekend) had a birthday Monday! I saw him on Tuesday when I met with him and his family to watch them at a local swim meet. But I took this picture of a Red-tail – of course being harassed by a mockingbird – on Monday, his birthday. Look at this mockingbird scolding the hawk:

The hawk is still watching for a rabbit or a squirrel to run past. What is that mockingbird even DOING!?

The hawk is still watching for a rabbit or a squirrel to run past. What is that mockingbird even DOING!?

I haven’t gotten any spiderweb pictures this year. Now that I’m blogging weekly (and have been for over a year) I’m seeing what sorts of plants and animals turn up at what times of the year. Like with the fungus. And there are months – seasons – when there are zero spiderwebs. But I took this one yesterday:

I wonder how they do that? Look how perfect. Shiny and symmetrical.

I wonder how they do that? Look how perfect. Shiny and symmetrical.

I already know some larger-scale seasonal patterns for what shows up when. I know the first Bufflehead flocks will land on the river somewhere around the first frost, and the last ones will take flight at the last frost. Here in Henrico/Richmond, we’re in USDA Plant Hardiness Zone 7a. That means our approximate first frost is October 22 and the last frost is April 15. I enjoy becoming more aware of these patterns. That’s part of what drives my curiosity about these hawks. I’ve never seen them “up close” so regularly my entire life. Suddenly they’re here and I can observe them nearly any time I choose. It’s a treat. 

Here’s an unusual (to me) fact about buffleheads. In the six months they’re here, I’ll see them every time I go to the river – fifty times minimum. And every single time they will be either: a. flying or b. on the water. They’ll never be on a rock. Never on a branch. Never on the shore. Funny ducks. 

If you’d asked me a year ago how long roses last, I would have had zero idea. Now that Evelyn lives here, my roses have an unfair advantage – Evelyn takes care of them. Look at this picture I took when we got home from our abbreviated river jaunt this morning:

Just spectacular. And it's nearly August!

Just spectacular. And it’s nearly August!

I haven’t posted a picture of the river itself recently; my favorite photography spot has been crowded. I’ve been avoiding it in favor of other more thinly attended areas of the park. But Kristin and Shane and Tara had a long drive ahead and we all went to the river a bit early this morning. And I got a picture! Unfortunately I didn’t get a picture of people or dogs – only the river:

What is not to love? Who could look at that and not relax? It's a joy every time I'm there. It's even a joy when I'm not there!

What is not to love? Who could look at that and not relax? It’s a joy every time I’m there. It’s even a joy when I’m not there!

My friend and neighbor Lee plus some of the helpful guys from Pleasants plus my brother Shane all pitched in this week to help me get my Oregon Scientific Weather Station fully operable this week. But that is the story of another obsession. Getting me in touch with my inner Rainman. Here’s a screenshot from my weather station. Thank you so much to Lee and Shane and Pleasants! More on another post. But here’s the home screen: 

Makes it difficult to look people in the eye and say "Seriously - I'm not a nerd!"

Makes it difficult to look people in the eye and say “Seriously – I’m not a nerd!”

I have to sign off thanking Evelyn for turning our home into a place people enjoy visiting. And thanking Jackie and Kristin and Shane and Tara for helping me learn how fun it is to have visitors. I’d almost forgotten! Drop by any time! And have a great week!

All best,

Jay

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