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On the weather
“Don’t you like a rather foggy day in a wood in autumn? You’ll find we shall be perfectly warm sitting in the car.”
Jane said she’d never heard of anyone liking fogs before but she didn’t mind trying. All three got in.
“That’s why Camilla and I got married,” said Denniston as they drove off. “We both like Weather. Not this or that kind of weather, but just Weather. It’s a useful taste if one lives in England.”
“However did you learn to do that, Mr. Denniston?” said Jane. “I don’t think I could ever learn to like rain and snow.”
“It’s the other way round,” said Denniston. “Everyone begins as a child liking Weather. You learn the art of disliking it as you grow up. Haven’t you ever noticed it on a snowy day? The grown-ups are all going about with long faces, but look at the children — and the dogs? They know what snow’s made for.
“I’m sure I hated wet days as a child,” said Jane.
“That’s because the grown-ups kept you in,” said Camilla. “Any child loves the rain if it’s allowed to go out and paddle about in it.”
–C.S. Lewis, That Hideous Strength
This seems like a useful taste where I live, too! Something to work on…
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Wandering Whitetails
There hasn’t been much going on here at Discovering Nature. We’ve been kept inside by sickness and weather. But occasionally the outdoors comes to us, especially in the form of deer — seen here across the street, peering back at me. I’m hoping the increased deer traffic means spring is around the corner — though I have no scientific justification that I know of!
Despite our dog’s bout with lyme disease last year, I like deer. This has been a colder winter, and it’s probably “put a hurtin'” on the fleas and ticks. Last winter was so warm that the ticks were swarming even in early spring.
Another couple of weeks and we’ll be seeing crocuses and robins. Can’t wait!
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Eagle Sighting
This is the closest I’ve gotten to an eagle in the wild. It was fishing, and it really seemed unfazed by my being there. I’d have loved to see it take off, but it was feeling too companionable I guess.
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Hungry Hawk
I appreciated that this hawk sat still for me. I love the way the sun hits its breast in this picture.The others lack the sun but still have the clarity. So what I’ve read is true: not using your zoom lens to its full capacity results in clearer pictures.
This next one I brightened up with Photoshop. I’m never sure whether I like them better or not when I do that. The contrast is better, but somehow they seem a tad too bright.
Always fun to sit beside the road with my camera poking out. I’m sure passing drivers think me strange indeed.Guilty, as charged.
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Hawk Take-off #2
It bothers me that none of these (and none of the hawk photos in my previous post) are “tack sharp.” I’m not sure what I’m doing wrong. I wasn’t able to use a tripod in either case, so that’s part of it. But I’m not sure how I might be able to tweak my camera settings to improve the sharpness even without a tripod.
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Hawk Take-off
Hawks are poetry in motion. This is one of a few we’ve seen lately. More tomorrow.
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7 A.M. and .9 Degrees
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Frozen
This little fellow is a fighter. We noticed him coming to the feeder in the fall with an injured leg. Here he is in his winter coloration during this extremely cold week (it was 1.4 out the morning I took this picture). His beak is messy and he’s lame, but he can fly and is apparently still fighting.
I took this photo with my 50mm prime lens, and I love the clarity.
Here are a few more visitors out the front window. There are bushes under the hanging feeder, and the birds perch among them between flights to the feeder. Bird bushes. White-throated sparrows ground-feed there, and occasionally squirrels.
Whitethroat in bicycle cap 
Amazingly, a chipmunk woke from hibernation and snatched a few seeds during this cold snap. I’d expect sensible rodents sleep through periods like this. There was also a red squirrel showing great interest in the stone wall from which the chipmunk emerged; I wondered if he was raiding the seed stores of chipmunks and mice in the wall. Eventually he was caught in the act.
One other cool sight from this week: the window over my kitchen sink. I think these are spider webs. though I’m not sure. Who knew? — till the cold weather revealed all secrets.
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American Kestrel
Okay, it’s blurry. But even blurry, it’s more than I’d ever seen a year ago. I didn’t see my first American kestrel till early summer of last year, despite how beautifully bright and detailed their markings are.This one was across a field, and I stopped beside a country road to try and get a few pics.
For Christmas, my daughter received a book by master bird carver Floyd Scholz, and among other things Scholz has increased our appreciation for these kestrels. Click on his name and visit his website to see some of his absolutely amazing, lifelike carvings. He has a book about carving and painting an American kestrel which we’ll no doubt invest in at some point if my daughter continues with her interest in carving. For now we content ourselves with the raptor book we now own — an exercise in close observation that inspires nothing short of awe at the grandeur of these magnificent birds.
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Glitter and sparkle
Just before we got to Hickories Park, I wondered if kingfishers migrate. I got my answer immediately: they don’t. Or at least, they haven’t yet. This was perched over the fastest current on a bitingly cold morning.
He was quite talkative, but even with all the rattling, it was hard to get my eye on him whenever he changed perches.
Even the water was shivering, and the ice made strange noises. Maybe there was a muskrat under it.
Cold blue and white and glittering snow everywhere.
A juvenile eagle sailed over us — always an inspiring sight.
And along the stream, little birds were hopping like popcorn. It was as if the ground was moving, they’re so similarly colored. Mostly sparrows and juncos.
There’s an old gospel song: “His eye is on the sparrow, and I know he cares for me.” I hope he’s keeping a closer eye on me than the sparrows. They looked awfully cold, and there are plenty of predators that would like to eat them. They were too busy to think about that though. There is something inspiring and cheering about the way they get down to business and do what they have to do to survive. I celebrate sparrows. We nondescript types have to stick together.
