Today marks summer’s midpoint, Lughnasa, the magic moment halfway between the solstice and equinox that open and close the bright time of year.
Summer, the season of play. Lincoln Park’s saltwater swimming pool is open, and the bluff above rings with the exultant sounds of “Marco!” “Polo!” and shrieks and splashes of kids emerging from the spiral slide into the deep end. Kids built forts—
Fort on Lincoln Park beach
—frisbees soar across park lawns, volleyball games sprout on Alki Beach. We play by moving ourselves around in fun ways, by moving things around in playing catch or to build interesting structures, and by horsing around with each other.
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The forest’s birds play too. Continue reading
Posted in Animal perception, Animals, Birds, Seasons, Summer
Tagged animal play, Antarctica, beach, bird, cooper's hawk, crow, ecopsychology, fort, lincoln park, Lughnasa, owl, play, playful, summer
For the past few weeks, Rob’s been spending his weekend days clearing the immense nonnative laurel trees from our new back yard, opening up their shadowed land to light it hasn’t seen in decades. We can now see from our living room and deck all the way into the adjacent protected wetland.
Apple and pear trees soaking up new sunshine
Posted in Birds, Ecopsychology, meditations, musings, Mysteries, Spring
Tagged climate change, easter, environmental despair, migration, orange-crowned warbler, spring
A heartbreaking image of a swallow with seared wings is what initially scared me away from Rebecca Solnit’s important recent essay in the New York Times Magazine. But Rob insisted rightly that I needed to read it, so I finally prepared my all-too-sensitive eyes and mind to get through painful descriptions of bird tragedies.
Solnit argues forcefully that to deal successfully with our contemporary climate crisis, we need to reinvent not only how we extract energy (and, I would add, our desire for it), but how we tell stories about our time. She is right.
We do need to tell stories, Continue reading
Posted in Animals, Birds, Ecopsychology, Posts about ecopsychology
Tagged attention, eye on the sparrow, natural presence, rebecca solnit, song sparrow, sparrow, spirituality in nature, stories
Fogamar, “of wind and abundance,” Old Irish for this season we call autumn. It’s the perfect word for our annual shift from daylong predictable sunlight to those interesting grays and shifting breezes, and the occasional convergence zone with its furious rains and towering charcoal cumuli.
Convergence-zone rain over Puget Sound
When we first met our new home a few months ago, the air was lilac-laden, dizzying in its sweetness. The blooms were fading by the time we moved in at the beginning of August, and by a couple of weeks ago the tall shrubs were looking pretty bedraggled, with shriveled brown seedheads sticking above the brown-edged green leaves.
But oh, they are beloved by the birds. Continue reading
Posted in Autumn, Mysteries, meditations, musings, Plants, Seasons, Trees
Tagged "apple tree", aging, apple, autumn, lilac, orchard, spirituality in nature
As I mentioned last time, it’s been a hard season for forest babies: no eaglet, no owlet, no bushtit-lets. After realizing this wouldn’t be the year for any of them, it took a while to recalibrate my attention toward the less conspicuous developments of spring nesting, those subtle clues to smaller dramas. On closer inspection, the Black-capped Chickadee hopping through the hawthornes turned out to be gleaning nutritious protein for its children, hidden somewhere in nearby shrubbery but peeping insistently for their forthcoming meal.
Black-capped Chickadee with grub
Posted in Animals, Birds, Seasons
Tagged bird nests, chickadee, fledging, junco, natural presence, nesting birds, pileated woodpecker, squirrel, summer, west seattle
Midspring was a time of astonishing busyness in the forest, with May Day full of singing and sprouting, building nests and tending the eggs of this year’s hope.
Female Bushtit parent flying from her nest to collect food
Then things got tough. Continue reading
Posted in Animals, Birds, Field Notes, Lincoln Park, Seasons, Spring, Uncategorized
Tagged Barred Owl, bird nests, bushtit, lincoln park, nesting birds, seasons, spring
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“Congratulations – it’s a FOY!”
Janeanne, Mark, and I were peering last week through binoculars at a fuzzy blob on the top of a Western Hemlock on the other side of the little clearing. Janeanne, a far better spotter and diagnoser than I, called it: a Western Tanager. Since it was the first tanager any of us had seen this year, that made it a FOY (first of year), always very exciting.
Tanagers are lovely little birds, the males glowing yellow with an incandescent reddish head. So you’d think in our fifty-shades-of-green Pacific Northwest forest, they’d be easy to spot. But no: it turns out that these beautiful feather-people love to hang out in Pacific Madrones, whose peeling bark is a translucent brown-orange and whose aging leaves turn yellow and then deep orange. Perfect camouflage for a brilliantly-colored traveler.
Fortunately, in today’s fresh clear morning, an energetic tanager chose an east-facing Madrone to forage through, and I finally got my first-ever recognizable photos of one. Continue reading
It’s May, it’s May, the lusty month of May!
Female American Robin
with nest material
Lincoln Park, West Seattle
This time of year, the park is alive with song, sun, and scavenging for just the right nesting setup. It’s often a team effort; as the robin above collected dry grass, her mate was on a nearby branch, seeeep-ing softly.
Male American Robin
Lincoln Park, West Seattle
Robins’ approach to nest construction is within the broad category of assembling: taking biological or non-biological materials and putting them together in various ways to form a sturdy nest. More specifically, robins use an interlocking technique, piling sticks together, then weaving grass to make a soft bed for their eggs and later young.
But the real expert weavers in our woods are the Bushtits, Continue reading
Posted in Animals, Birds, Field Notes, Lincoln Park, Seasons, Spring
Tagged attention, bird nests, lincoln park, May Day, nesting birds, spring
Love is in the air! It swoops in graceful dark-winged arcs across the drooping tips of Western Hemlocks, rings through the forest in resonant baritone duets. Love hammers its name on strong bare tree limbs. And just before 5AM in yesterday’s misty gray morning, love hooted lustily in the cedar outside my bedroom window.
How do I love thee? the birds ask. Let us count the ways. Continue reading
Posted in Animals, Birds, Seasons
Tagged Barred Owl, common raven, northern flicker, owl, raven, sapsucker, spring, valentine, woodpecker
Every year in late January or early February, we seem to get a week or so of lovely weather: sunny skies, temperatures in the 50’s that lure us out into the forest or onto the beach. And every year I succumb to the hope that spring is really on its way early this year, that the abiding gray will give way to blue, that the scent of moist air will get its floral infusion in February instead of April. Continue reading
Posted in Lincoln Park, Plants, Seasons
Tagged attention, dew, dewdrop, early spring, hellebore, mold, natural history, water, winter, witch hazel