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Cat in the sky

2010-04-23T18:52:00.000-07:00

So I’ve been working on building a cob shed (check out Dancing with Mud Blog for more) and just installed a clear plastic roof temporarily. It wasn’t 10 minutes after I was done that “Tom”, one of our outdoor cats began walking out on the roof. My initial emotion was a bit of frustration as I hadn’t designed the roof for cats to walk on, just to shed water, and frankly I never considered a cat would even try being it is clear and has some give, I just figured no animal in their right mind would voluntarily step out onto it.

Very quickly I became fascinated. I had never before had such a perspective and it was a bit strange and exciting to see life from an angle I had never even considered.

I have often wondered what it would be like if all the trees were suddenly turned upside down, and what we saw above ground was stuffed in the ground, and the roots were sticking out above ground… what a strange and exciting perspective that would be!

This was kind of like that for me. What if we could watch all sorts of animals move from underneath like this? Imagine how that would change our experiences in tracking! Maybe this is how Grandmother Turtle sees us.

There was just something incredibly beautiful and intriguing watching him in this way. He didn’t tarry long, just wanted to experience it I guess. There are several other cats and after two days no other cat has tried, only Tom. He is the smallest and lightest and maybe instinctively knows he isn’t too heavy.

Today I found him curled up in pocket of plastic draped underneath the main roof. How he discovered this I do not know, but he seemed quite content. Once again animals capturing my imagination in a clever and thought provoking manner.... gratitude.

The amazing bird's nest on the stones

2010-04-19T17:08:00.001-07:00

So I was walking to my neighbor’s house and scared up this beautiful moma bird. A Plover maybe? She had her nest amongst some rocks near his garage. The nest was out in the open, yet was well camouflaged, amazingly so I thought for being so exposed. So did this species develop this trait long ago when all the trees in their neighborhood were filled? I mean if I could fly, I don’t think I’d keep my nest on the ground, and certainly not open to attack from every direction. I wondered how often she get scared off the nest and how she cares for chicks running will-nilly out in the open if any of them actually make it that far… which apparently some do.

I am constantly amazed at the breadth and diversity of life on our planet, and am saddened for those that miss the opportunity to marvel at things such as this bird’s nest.

Take a quick look, do you see her?

Now she left her nest

She was trying to get me to follow her away from the nest.

Her eggs amazingly look like rocks

The chorus on the water

2010-03-19T12:06:00.001-07:00

So I went fishing a few days ago. It was that pre-dusk time, and the chorus of peepers was phenomenal. I was standing on the dam of a small lake, and all the frogs were at the far end in the shallows. Being that the lake is nestled between two hills, and there is a hill directly behind it as well, the sound was funneled directly at me. In fact it was as if I was standing in the open end of a giant tin can and thousands of frogs were deep inside. The sound literally enveloped me and there were times when I tilted my head just right and felt completely surrounded by the chorus. The resounding frogs are only part of the story.

It was a very still evening, not a twitch of breeze. I was fascinated by the concentric rings that emanated from my fishing bobber each time I cast. I was trying to watch the rings expand as far as I could, watching how they became increasingly difficult to see as they expanded towards the bank. Then I went into wide-angle vision (see description below), and picked up the reflections of the trees and sky upon the water and realized the water was not still at all! I picked up multitudes of very delicate but distinct ridges of water crisscrossing the reflections in very intricate patterns, as if they were the very edges of expanding concentric rings coming from all directions. Bounce back rings from the bank caused by my bobber? It seems there were way to many of them, which is really the only way I noticed them… their sheer volume. The ever-slight breezes that I couldn’t even detect on my skin? Possibly. I continued fishing (which it was in this case, because it certainly had no resemblance whatsoever to “catching”) without much more thought. I just enjoyed being in the audience as the frogs performed at the far end of this natural amphitheater, the water itself seeming to be in concert with the performers.

Today I began thinking about sound and how it travels in percussive waves until it hits our eardrums. It dawned on me, the proverbial light bulb. Were those tiny ridges of water that I noticed caused by the percussive waves of the frog’s singing as their voice traveled out in all directions reflecting off the surface of the lake? Or even across the surface for the frogs partially submerged at the water’s edge? Could even my foot stomp on the shore produce minute rings that travel out across the water, undetected by all but the most trained observer? Does not the same thing occur then in the air?

Water once again, teaching us, showing us the inner workings of our natural world… gratitude.

Wide-angle vision: The opposite of “tunnel vision”.

Stand still keeping your head straight in front of you. Now put your arms straight out in front of you and wiggle your fingers. Now without moving your head, keeping your eyes directly in front, begin to spread your outstretched arms apart, continuing to wiggle your fingers. Notice the wiggling. Continue to spread your arms as far out the sides as you can while still observing your wiggling fingers. You are now in wide-angle vision! AKA: splatter-vision.

It is a technique where you eyes are not focused on anything in particular, but out-focus a bit, observing everything from the peripheral of your vision in. Awareness of your entire surroundings becomes heightened. This is how most animals see most of the time, because even the slightest motion anywhere in your vision becomes noticeable, you are then able to focus in on the motion to determine if it might be “lunch”, or might be looking at you for it’s “lunch”.

Screw the groundhog, it's national Spring Peeper Day

2010-03-11T13:58:00.000-08:00

I heard spring peepers for the first time last night. The funny thing is I didn’t even realize it for awhile. You see I was taking the trash out and closing the chicken coop as I do every night, and remember subconsciously realizing it seemed a bit noisy for the evening. It wasn’t until I had reached for the door to go inside I realized consciously that it was noisy! The peepers in the pond across the street had cut loose for the first time. It seemed very odd yet very familiar.

It’s much like the sunrise, you can count on it happening regularly yet it’s always a bit different depending on conditions. For me, the sound of the peepers is a sure sign winter is behind us. In fact yesterday was very warm and pleasant and brought back the feeling of spring, so I shouldn’t have been surprised to hear the spring peepers.

Our society has this clever little day called “Groundhog” day, when we are to determine is winter is over according to whether the groundhog sees his shadow. Nothing against the groundhog mind you, it’s just…., well he’s a weatherman and like all weatherman, he’s not completely reliable. So I am suggesting we get rid of Groundhog day in favor of Spring Peeper day. As soon as someone hears the first massive peeper explosion, they text/tweet/tell everyone and the holiday is spontaneously announced everywhere and celebrated as the end of winter. The Peepers have never been wrong….

A leaf, some snow, a few ice-cyles and time

2010-02-13T09:19:00.000-08:00

Timing. Nature travels through time at it’s own pace. Sure there are natural rhythms and patterns that have been followed since time immortal, but there is also randomness, a uniqueness that presents itself from time to time.

Take this leaf for instance. I was walking through the woods yesterday, not long after a significant snowfall of upwards of 8-10 inches, and stopped to contemplate this leaf. I was drawn to it. It was a stark contrast against the white glare that otherwise dominated the forest floor. I was intrigued. Why now? All of its companions were laying 8 inches below, buried, many already succumbing to the inevitable decay. Yet here was this leaf that had hung dearly to its limb, steadfast through months of rain, a pounding from a winter storm, and waited until after most of the snow had fallen to pop loose and float to the ground, to rest gently atop the snow. Random and beautiful.

Having observed many similarly shaped leaves falling through the air during the fall, I was again intrigued by how it landed. A leaf falls unwilled, showing front, showing back, no intentions other than to be a falling leaf, poetry in motion. Yet the laws of aerodynamics do take over, and I’ve noticed that most leaves that have a slight curl in them such as this one tend to sink “tines up”, wobbling and occasionally spinning, but otherwise maintaining a posture of least resistance. In other words, they will always fall with the opening of the bowl facing up unless acted upon by another force. Yet this leaf landed tines down, against the laws of physics. Did a wind blow across the ground here at just the right moment? Perhaps the leaf landed elsewhere and was blown upside down to stick here? What does it even matter?.

Take these ice-cycles for instance. Have you ever actually seen one form? They take the right conditions. They take time. We would struggle to observe the process, yet we are amazed at the result. A water droplet that has traveled through the expanse of time is now frozen in front of me. What causes the ridges to form? What causes the bubbles trapped inside? You see, every ice-cycle is a bit random and unique. They form different lengths, thicknesses, and patterns. Yet for all their amazing intricacies and distinctive character, there are destined to disappear. What takes days to form, can dissolve in an hour. Why bother.

As humans we often try to apply meaning to our observations. We attempt to understand the timing of events in our life and make sense of the why. More often than not the whys cannot be answered, and our need for answers causes us angst. To contemplate the leaf’s journey provides entertainment, yet to simply marvel at its place in time as I walk by provides real joy. To contemplate how a single water droplet adds to an ice-cycle provides intrigue, yet to marvel at its beauty right now provides true wonderment.

Sometimes, that is enough.

By nature, nature itself has no intentions to teach, reveal, guide, or clarify. It simply is. Yet it does all of these things and more through not doing any of it. This is the great paradox.

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The wandering deer

2010-01-07T09:40:00.000-08:00

There was about 2 inches of snow laid down late in the night and into the early morning as I set out in the late morning. I was walking to my neighbor’s to feed their dog while they were away on vacation and decided to put on an extra layer just in case I found some interesting tracks and wanted to explore them a bit.

You see, just off my driveway on the way over I spied some tracks meandering along the brush and then taking a straight line across the front on yard. I discovered it was a deer and had come out of the brush and wandered slowly along the edge of the thicket, seeming weaving in and out to find the tastiest morsels. Intriguing I though. I continued on my way. There is a gas line clearing strip that runs between our houses, which I was following and came across another deer taking a straight line across the clearing. So noted, I continued.

After feeding the dog I decided to go up and visit grandfather Oak (see my previous blog) and observe him blanketed in snow. Some tracks just to north of where he lay caught my attention. A deer headed down into the small valley behind my house seemed like an interesting adventure for a few minutes.So i decided to start a bit of tracking.

This deer almost seemed drunk at times, weaving in and out of thickets, exploring downed tree tangles, and literally making a meandering pattern very much like an ancient river curves back and forth. It was nibbling on the browse at it went and a few times I misplaced the trail while on my hands and knees in the snow, slithering under brambles or over logs, only to pick it up again as it curved back around.

We eventually crossed a path with several other tracks using the path, but my friend took up a perpendicular tack straight into the open woodlands, discarding the weaving, yet still in no hurry. Suddenly back in the open woodland I saw something that startled me a bit.

The deer had clearly laid down for a nap! I could see where it’s leg was tucked up next to it’s body, it’s head and it’s tail, and could imagine it getting covered with a soft layer of snow as it rested. Then it got up, stretched, and continued.

I followed for a few yards then had a sudden realization…. This was the deer that had crossed the gas line clearing I noted! Not only that but after meandering down to the road, it crossed back up in the thicket and was the same deer I initially noticed browsing in the thicket next to my driveway! Full circle, nearly 2 hours later. I smiled as I watched it’s tracks disappear across the front yard into the meadow and away.

Sleeping in a debris hut, in December

2009-12-22T08:53:00.000-08:00

I recently spent a cold winter night outdoors, sleeping in a debris hut. Why would I do such a thing you might ask? The simple answer is because I can, and in so doing I learn about my world and myself. You might also wonder what a debris hut actually is.

World renowned naturalist and tracker Tom Brown Tom Brown, developed the concept of the debris hut. Well actually, he had nothing to do with it, it was the squirrels idea. You see Tom and his friend spent a few cold nights shivering in the forest before “Grandfather” suggested they go ask the squirrels. Soon Tom learned the secrets to their homes and consequentially spent many warm nights with only that which nature provided. All this is another story… check it out in Tom Brown’s Field Guide to Wilderness Survival, or several of his other books also share the story.

The simple concept is to build a frame just large enough to lie down in, then heap on debris from the forest floor until you have a thick mound of leaves and such. The principle is the same as down, the thick layers trap air, which once your body heat warms up, acts as insulation and keeps you warm. (If you’ve ever seen a squirrels nest up in a tree, you know the big ball of leaves…. Well, there you go!)

If you pile on enough debris, and then fill the inside of your hut, smash that down, and repeat several times so there is a thick layer of insulation under you, followed by any creative way to have a door to keep in the heat, then it is said a human will stay warm in very cold temperatures, even if it is wet. I however am part reptile, and therefore a bit sluggish in the cold, so I opted to keep a sleeping bag in my hat for added warmth. Plus, with 12 debris huts in the area, the debris was having to be gathered in mass quantity.

Here’s what I learned:

Keep the peak of your roof trim, without long sticks rising above it. They trap the debris on top, and leave a shallow spot underneath.
If I was to stay in one without a sleeping bag in cold weather, then the advice of having the debris in a thick enough mound that I could stick my arm in, up to my shoulder and not touch the structural sticks….. well, that would be a must. Otherwise it just isn’t enough insulation.
However, it rained freezing rain, and I stayed quite dry! The key I’m told is a rounded mound to shed the water.
A lightweight tarp is a key element to take along in the woods. It is much easier to pile on leaves and drag it to your hut, then carry it all by the armful. Additionally, it is the quickest, easiest door. (Unless you’re going all natural.)
Find a good spot with plenty of the right size sticks, and plenty of leaf litter.
Start early! Building a debris hut not only takes quite a bit of time, it consumes quite a bit of energy. I would not want to be starting late in the day on this in a survival situation.
Sleeping close to the earth feels good
If there will be more than 1 hut, build them very close together, it saves time filling the in between with debris.

Grandfather Oak

2009-12-03T12:40:00.000-08:00

The trees are our teachers. Consider just a few of their lessons;

The flexible bend in the storms and rarely break.
To reach for the stars, requires nourishment from the earth.
The environment can affect life, and life can affect environment.

I have woods in back of my house and there is a tree up on a hill that has fallen. I had seen it before put paid little attention. Recently I went to rediscover this tree and was amazed at it’s size, once I really began to see it. This incredible Oak tree may very well be the largest tree I have ever seen. Even lying on its side doesn't detract from its majesty.

I wonder how old it is, and what had caused it finally topple after all these years. I wondered how long ago it had fallen, and how long would it take to be fully recycled back into the earth. I was intrigued by the fact that there were precious few roots on the bottom, and it even seemed to lack the typical “hole and ball” effect I have seen with other downed trees. Yet in its upright days it must have dominated this area. Truthfully, in its horizontal days, it’s still dominating the area. I wondered at the birds and animals that had sat in its branches, and I wonder at the birds and animals that still use it’s branches. It isn't dead and gone, its still very much alive. It exists in a different form perhaps, but the spirit of this tree and tree itself will live here in this spot long after any obvious signs of its presence now are gone.

You see my neighbor views it as a resource to eventually be cut up and used. True that is a value in downed trees that I can appreciate. But this grandfather is a treasure, best left to take its natural course without human intervention. He has observed more than we can ever dream, and deserves to reciprocate those lessons back to the earth.

The trees are our teachers. Perhaps their greatest lesson lies in simply observing all and grasping at nothing, realizing the only inevitable is change, and simply to be where you are, right now, is enough.

The albino deer

2009-11-27T19:45:00.000-08:00

I was out enjoying nature late in the day, taking photographs with my camera. I was in a meadow of tall grass about 10 yards away from the forest. The grass was 3 feet tall or so, and I had just snapped a few pictures, accidentally leaving the camera on. I was simply walking through the tall grass.

I heard a clicking noise down by the camera hanging off my shoulder, and recognized it as the sound of the lens cap falling off. I’m in 3 feet of grass and realized that finding the cap in such circumstances might prove difficult. As I bent over and began to part the tall grass to search, I was thinking what an annoyance it will be to have to order a new cap.

With my head bent low in the grass searching for the camera lens cap, I felt eyes upon me. Without standing full and tall, I simply raised my head slightly in the direction I felt I was being watched…

SIDE BAR: The place I was walking happened to be located at a Summer Camp I worked at in central Virginia. I had been there for several years and had heard rumors surrounding the myth of the albino deer living in the forests. There had been fleeting glimpses at dusk on rare occasion of a white shadowy creature bounding out of view in the distance… but no one has ever concretely confirmed the existence of such a creature.

Now back to our story….

With my head bent low in the grass searching for the camera lens cap, I felt eyes upon me. Without standing full and tall, I simply raised my head slightly in the direction I felt I was being watched. As I raised my head I also raised my camera, which as fate would have it happened to be on, and currently sans a lens cap. There at the edge of the forest 10 yards from me stood a fascinatingly beautiful albino deer, almost shining against the dark backdrop of the forest’s depths. As soon as the shutter clicked, she nodded her head, turned, and disappeared in one leap back into the darkness of the forest.

She had allowed me not only to greet her, but take her picture. Heartfelt gratitude for such a magical moment! That was about 10 years ago. I hadn’t thought much about it until recently. Thanks to some folks from Coyote Trails, I am being encouraged to develop a deeper rapport with nature, and the albino deer photograph now belongs to a friend who has been apart of that.

My new Web Site, WaterBetweenStones and The White Deer fund are also now a part of the story. She has not only encouraged me to use my camera to get closer to nature, but help others do so as well.