Tuesday, January 28, 2014

I am a hammer

Posted by Kirk

I was sad to hear this morning of the passing away of Pete Seeger. It reminded me if this article I wrote six years ago. It appeared in the March/April 2006 issue of The Interpreter magazine. 

I am a hammer

On the way to work last spring I heard Pete Seeger singing “If I Had a Hammer.” I hadn’t heard that song since I was a child and I was overcome with emotion. The station played it to remind listeners what the original sounded like as this classic activist empowerment song had been co-opted as a GOP battle cry for the then- embattled Tom “The Hammer” DeLay.

The song brought back emotional memories of my childhood because I grew up singing it with my parents and I grew up believing in “love between the brothers and the sisters, all over this land.” I learned to be the bell, I learned to be the hammer. I learned my values from that song.

Songs are a powerful form of interpretation.

The song brought back memories of this past year’s May Day parade in Minneapolis where I witnessed a young girl beginning to form her values. Each year my wife and I host friends for breakfast and then walk the eight blocks to the parade route. The parade features kids and adults working together, twining the green root of spring re-awakening with the red root of humanity’s struggles.

As part of last year’s parade, people dressed in black carried black banners with the names of every person who had died in Iraq as a result of the war. Thousands of names passed by in silence. It was very moving, but even more so because I had a friend’s 10-year-old daughter at my side. It was her first time at the parade and I was helping to interpret the changing scene of characters parading past our grassy street corner. She knew what the names meant and she understood it was supposed to be sad. Frankly, I think she was also a little bored. How did this war in a far away place she had never been link to her everyday experience as a 10-year-old American girl?

Three-fourths of the way through the banners, a young boy in black walked by with a sign around his neck. Written in white paint was the name of a young boy, the same age as the girl to my side. She read his name, his age and how he died from a shot to the head. “That boy was my age!” she said, half excited to have made a connection and yet profoundly confused and saddened. She turned to me and said, “What was he doing there?”

It never occurred to this child that there were kids, just like her, living, learning, and growing up in this place called Iraq where this thing called a war went on each day.

Parades can be a powerful form of interpretation.

Don’t ever doubt that interpretation done right can have a powerful, life-changing effect on the lives of the individual people that make up an audience. This is especially true for children. As a naturalist, my interpre- tive bias is toward nature. Author Rupert Sheldrake points out that, “Even if we cannot remember an intuitive sense of connection with nature in childhood, the fact remains that in our formative years we establish patterns of relationship with the natural world that continue to influ- ence us unconsciously. They affect our desire to get back to nature. They shape our subsequent careers.”

Those patterns of relationship are formed to a large degree by how the world around us is interpreted through music, television, parents, friends, professional interpreters, and, yes, even the occasional parade. Like many of my colleagues, I am an interpreter both on and off the clock. Interpretation is a way of seeing and being in the world, which doesn’t stop when we punch out for the day. An interpreter strives to help others make a connection to the world and it is through those connections people form their values.

Pete Seeger dreamed of a hammer to hammer out danger, to hammer out warning. He wanted to make his voice heard. As professional interpreters, we make our voices heard every day while we forge emotional connections between the audience and the resource. We help people understand their world.

What sense of vision and values will your interpretation instill in future generations? 

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Thursday, January 23, 2014

Posted by Kirk
A cool aerial video of a penguin colony that was accidentally shot by a Caracara carrying a camera disguised as an egg. Too weird to make up.

Special bonus: it's narrated by David Tennant.


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Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Amazing Ice Crystals

Posted by Kirk
A little break from all the warm posts about warm birding down in Texas. Today I went out to check on a quinzhee we built at work. A quinzhee is a giant snow pile that is hollowed out to make a shelter.  The one we built is very large, probably big enough to fit 15 kids or more inside. It can be up to 30 degrees or more warmer inside a quinzhee than outside.

When I approached the quinzhee with my co-worker Brett we notices some ice crystals around the entrance. There must have been moist air inside (possibly from people's breath) and it crystalized as it slowly escaped into the colder air.

When we moved inside, we discovered even more amazing ice crystals. Upon closer inspection we could see they had formed on a few strands of human hair that had stuck to the ceiling during the construction process. Each flake was over an inch wide.


I decided to take a quick video to show off how beautiful they really were.

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Thursday, January 16, 2014

From the field: icy sunset rainbows

Posted by Kirk
Atmospheric conditions were just right this evening for a spectacular sight. As the sun set in Minnesota, Ice rainbows appeared on each side. This is the same atmospheric lens effect that causes sun dogs during the middle of the day in the winter. These atmospheric effects are usually about 22° to either side of the sun. Tonight there was a rainbow on both sides of the sun as it set. Unlike rainbows in the summer that are caused by tiny water droplets in the atmosphere refracting the sunlight, these are caused by ice crystals in the atmosphere. The end result is similar but you only get a bright spot instead of the full arc. It didn't snow today, so that means these ice crystals may have been whipped up from the ground and into the atmosphere by the blizzard force winds.
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Sunday, January 12, 2014

Rio Grande Valley Birding Day Three, (Part 3)

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This is part a series of posts on the 2013 Rio Grande Valley Birding Festival

It must have been a good day of birding if I have to break it up into three posts. Here's links to part one and part two if you are just joining us.

There's still daylight left as we finish up birding South Padre Island and so we have this crazy idea to try for a falcon. I'm all for this idea. I want very badly to see an Aplomado Falcon. It would be a lifer for me. We'd just seen a Peregrine Falcon hanging out on the water tower at the Sewage plant/Nature Center and a two falcon day is almost never a bad idea. I say almost never because I'm sure if I say "never" I will live to regret it on some future birding trip where truing to get a two (or three) falcon day results in someone losing an arm or a car bursting into flames.

With all of our limbs intact and our cars not in flames, we set off for Laguna Atascosa National Wildlife Refuge. Aplomado Falcons are known to be there and Curt and Erik had seen them there last year.  Good enough for me. We retraced our travels and soon we were slow rolling down nearly deserted roads look for the falcon. 

We came across another White-tailed Kite hunting on the side of the road first. They are beautiful birds. This one was indeed "kiting."

Interestingly, the "kites" we fly on strings are named after these birds.  The toy kites seem to hover in midair much like their avian counterparts.  

Kites, the birds, hover in midair while they look for prey. They can quickly stoop down and catch any food they happen to spot. 

This behavior is exhibited in this short video I shot. 


Kites are cool but we were still looking for falcons so we drove on. Just before the entrance to Laguna Atascosa I spotted a bird on a fence post and we quickly pulled over. It was the Aplomado Falcon! Using the car as a blind we were able to shoot some photos. The bird had just caught a good-sized mammal (a gopher?) and was busy pulling it apart.

Aplomado Falcon

What a thrill! This has got to be my new favorite bird. It is just gorgeous. The Aplomato Falcon has benefitted from a lot of reintroduction help from humans. You can see this bird is banded if you look closely.

Harris's Hawks
Also on that same road we encountered a pair of Harris's Hawks and an Osprey.

Osprey

It was a great day with great people. Here's Erik shooting a few photos at the end of the day.



As the sun went down we were treated to another site. A coyote ran across the road down at the now closed entrance to the refuge.

Okay, so a little hard to see but Paula in the foreground and the coyote in the distance. Click to enlarge if you are terribly interested in poor photos. 
Thanks for stopping by, there's a few more days of Texas birding to go!

~Kirk
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Saturday, January 4, 2014

Rio Grande Valley Day Three: Double Down (Part 2)

Posted by Kirk
This is part a series of posts on the 2013 Rio Grande Valley Birding Festival

As you'll recall from part one of day three, South Padre Island wasn't necessarily our original destination. Here we were though heading out onto the island. Don't get me wrong, I was excited about South Padre Island (or simply SPI in the lingo) but it's a big giant island. It wasn't going anywhere. It would be there tomorrow. I was interested in looking for the Fork Tailed Flycatcher but that would have to wait. I think part of the problem was that by this point we were traveling with two other birders and they weren't in on the original late night day planning. The fact that these two other birders were women traveling in Erik's car meant we were especially doomed. As a guide, Erik loves to make people happy and when it comes to the ladies, well, went went to South Padre Island.

There was, of course, also discussion of wind. Great Odin's Raven! Birders do love to discuss wind.

Curt was of the opinion that we should only go to South Padre Island when the wind was from the North. He was adamant about this. Everyone else thought he was crazy and a South wind was best. This was all discussed very late at night when we were all tired. We tried to argue logically. If the wind is blowing from the South then it will discourage fall migrants from crossing the Gulf of Mexico and they will stack up on the island while they wait to migrate. That was exactly what we wanted. How could Curt possibly refute this bit of birder true knowledge? As it turns out, Curt was less concerned with migrant flight patterns and more concerned with giant pools of frothy human excrement. Fair enough. When birding, both have to be considered.

Birders hang out in some really weird places. It's not our fault entirely. Birds hang out in weird places and we tend to follow. My favorite place to bird near Phoenix, Arizona is the Gilbert Water Ranch. It sounds idillic, a "water ranch." This is just doublespeak for a wastewater treatment plant. Birds are attracted to water and where else in the desert are you going to find massive pools of water?

Surely this sign is for potential swimmers not birders right? This one was from South Dakota.  As expected, good birds, bad smell. 
The waste treatment plant on South Padre Island is immediately adjacent to the birding center so smell can be a factor.

Check out this photo. Everything you see is the South Padre Island birding Center with the exception of the area boxed in red. That's the wastewater treatment plant.

Lovely.

A north wind may be bad for birding in that it would encourage birds to head south but it would be good because it would blow the fowl smell of excrement away from the boardwalks. We're birders. We'd rather see birds than smell fresh air. I have no idea what direction the wind was blowing but we were headed to the island.

Photo courtesy of Google Maps

Just before we got to the bridge we spotted these two beauties hanging out in the grass. white Ibis for the win!
White Ibis hanging out in Port Isabella

These signs on the bridge also made an impression on me. Cars obliterating pelicans must be a problem.

Duh, we don't need flashing lights to tell us to watch for birds. That's why we are here. 

We arrived at the South Padre Island Birding Center and once again, like at Estero, the staff asks us to please pay when we get a chance. She is very excited to have us watch a film about something. There are expansive mudflats and an extensive estuary just outside the window and I must admit she told me what the film was about but I have no idea what she said. I can't help wonder how many people actually watch it. You've flown half way across the country or around the world to come bird at this site and you can see tons of birds out on the mud flats just beyond the door. Daylight is burning, birds will become more scarce as the day wears on but yeah, let's stop for a film.

We headed straight outside.


First bird on the mud flats. Long-billed curlew. 

There were a few brown pelicans cruising around the island. 

Very distant Magnificent Frigate Bird. Probably more magnificent up close. 

The birding center mostly consists of a series of boardwalks and shelters. We saw a good number of species. We slowly made out way around and tried to tease out every last bird. We ended up with 45 species.

I aways forget to take photos of the people. Here you go. 

A Savannah Sparrow made a brief appearance.

This Clapper Rail was a highlight. We got surprisingly good views considering the secretive lives of rails. 

Little Blue Heron

Great Blue Heron. Check out all the colors in that bill!

There were birds everywhere. Aside from the birds in the photos, there were Gadwall, American Wigeon, Mottled Duck, Blue Winged Teal, Northern Pintail, Green-winged Teal, Redhead, Pied-billed Grebe, Great Egret,  Snowy Egret, Tricolored Heron, Reddish Egret, Cattle Egret, Roseate Spoonbill, Osprey, Northern Harrier, Sora, Common Gallinule, American Coot, Black-necked Stilt, Killdeer, Spotted Sandpiper, Willet, Laughing Gull, Ring-billed Gull, Caspian Tern, Forster's Tern, Royal Tern, Eurasian Collard Dove, Belted Kingfisher, Northern Rough-winged Swallow, Northern Mockingbird, Red-winged blackbird and Great-tailed Grackle. 

After all those birds we took a little break. 

Here is Curt taking a photo of me taking a photo of him. We are just feet from massive pools of human offal. Luckily. the winds were in our favor. 

We finished off the birding center with a Peregine Falcon on the water tower as we walked back to the parking lot.
Peregrin Falcon.

Since we were right next door we also stopped at the convention center to poke around in the trees. The only new species there

We head to the convention center. We saw some new species there as well. There were American White Pelicans, Semipalmated Plovers, Marbled Godwit, Blue-headed Vireo, Ruby-crowned Kinglets, Gray Catbirds, Tennessee Warbers, Nashville Warblers, Common Yellowthroat, American Redstart, Yellow-rumped Warbler, and an amazing close up look at a beautiful Black-throated Green Warbler.

Black-throated Green Warbler
The last bird was a female yellow-headed blackbird.

Female Yellow-headed Blackbird
That would be a fantastic number of birds for the day but we had this crazy idea to keep birding. After all, there was still sunlight. Why not?

The rest of the day will have to wait for part 3.

~Kirk


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