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Friday, January 23, 2015

Random Phone Pictures, 2014

Flooded Forest, Bear Creek Park, Houston TX

One of the most archetypal double-edged swords of the information age is the ubiquitous cell phone camera[i]. It’s a fantastic tool for all those “I wish I had a camera” times. The darker side is that utter navel-gazing, life documentation obsession we’ve all developed[ii]. As much as I may mock the “Hey look at what I had for dinner” Instagram crowd, I know I am firmly and hypocritically entrenched in the shallower end of their pool. I often find myself taking a picture knowing in the back of my head that it’s going straight-to-blog[iii]. When in Rome….

 Winter Morning Rising, Rochester, NY

However, not every picture is part of a theme or can be easily grouped, so I’m usually left with a bunch of orphan shots or small groupings that range from the scenic to the surreal. I keep meaning to post them, but never seem to get around to it. So now you get the benefit of a full year’s worth of random photographic tomfoolery. I should note, my phone’s camera is laughably horrendous.

This was undeniably a nice port-a-potty, but I still think “pot o' gold” is overselling it a bit.  

 Random pictures from the Christmas Bird Count team I led on a really interesting private property with a lot of history. The top is an artificially created cypress lake, and the lower is a restored graveyard of the original settlers, dating to around the time of Texas' founding. 


It still blows my mind to see Palm trees covered in Christmas lights.

Zoltar did not grant my request to not be Big anymore.

Winter at Summerville/Charlotte Piers, Rochester, NY

My boss is from Wisconsin. One day at work we made fried cheese curds. Artery-clogging excellence.  

Bear Creek Park near my home is part of a large reservoir. It routinely floods, which creates temporary flooded forests. Sadly I did not have my real camera this day. 

This was in Toys R Us while I was shopping for Lydia. Original Jedi-esque packaging. I never wanted to not be an adult so hard. 

Offat's Bay, Galveston Island sunset

Sunlight on last leaves, Eagle Creek Reservoir, Indiana

One of the reservoirs near my house was built on land previously used for oil drilling, homesteads, etc. Some old oil tanks are still in it, rusting away. Feels very post-apocalyptic. 

 The point at which a road becomes dirt, and the adventure begins, on the Katy Prairie. 

 A big food truck court opened up right down the road from me. Unfortunately it closed soon after. It was decidedly out of place on a stretch of highwway near, but not near enough, major employment center, and not half hip enough to really make food trucks profitable. Sorry guys, this is TGIFridays-land.

 I was pretty sick for a while last year. I ended up having to make a Gantt chart of my symptoms to track what was going on. My physician was impressed. Sadly I think my notes were better than his. 

 Down the road from me is a huge stormwater detention/lake system. The dirt they excavated got piled into a huge mound which is pretty much the highest natural point in the area. it's also oddly often populated by a herd of goats kept by someone on the adjoiing highway. Climbing up on stormwater hill....I can see the City lights...

 Houston has a lot of food trucks. This Chicken and Waffles sandwich places is hands down the absolute best. 

One of my colleagues is a restaurant savant. He is constantly taking us to really great, authentic places. This is pure Tex mex with an emphasis on the Mex. 

When our inlaws came to visit this year, they brought upstate delicacies...two packs of Zweigles and a jar of Dinosaur BBQ sauce. Yum.

The more rural Texas counties have these great limestone/etc. courthouse buildings. I have photo'd several, this one was one of my favorites (Columbus, TX)

One of my colleagues, while we were talking about a seminar at a conference, asked why my hotel room carpet seemed to be of a woman twerking. I didn't see it at first. Now I can't stop seeing it. Rorschach!

Ferd's Bog is great, little known trail near Fourth Lake in the Adirondacks. It's a real bog habitat, with a trail made out of recycled plastics or styrofoam or something. 

We vacationed in the Adirondacks on Fourth Lake this year. 

Attwater Prairie Chicken National Wildlife Refuge

Some of my colleagues decided we need to do a decidely unhealthy group lunch. Funyuns, potato salad, white bread with liverwurst sandwiches and Dr. pepper. I won't say it was white trash, but that refuse sure was light in color. 
  
 A bit of fall color, Bear Creek, Houston, TX


A very still marsh south of Conesus Lake, near Geneseo, NY. Not visible are the tow Bald Eagles standing sentinel in the distant pines. 


 This pile of ominous lookingbranches didn't seem to be random...there was open space underneath with a clear "door" seen in the center of the picture. I'm sure it was just some kids' clubhouse, but a lot of the branches were pretty big. It had a very Blair Witch feel to it. Seen on a hike in Pittsford, NY. 

I was manning a booth at a soil and water conservation  conference in Galveston, TX. The Cowboy hat-to-person ratio was pretty high that day. 

Storm over a beach in Galveston, TX


NOTES


[i] Most people discovered this in the 90s. I finally got a “modern” smartphone in 2010. Amazingly enough, I don’t cry over all the plates of food I haven’t photographed in restaurants in the mean time.
[ii] The combination of cell cameras and social media is a positive feedback loop.
[iii] Though it does lead into a larger question about this camera-rich era. An exponentially larger base of photographers are taking an exponentially larger number of pictures, but only a fraction of them are getting printed like traditional film pictures. I remember looking through my parents film albums, and my own, but how often do we go back and look at our everyday pictures on hard drives?  It feels like we’re taking them more, but enjoying them less. As if the taking is the point, and the result is secondary. At least with the blog, as navel-gazing as it is, they are being put toward a purpose other than contributing to the massive digital “tail” we all accumulate and drag through our lives these days. 

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

My Year in Birds, 2014

Red-Shouldered
Hawk
Red-tailed Hawk –Katy Prairie, TX

My Small Year, Revisited
A little while ago I reflected on the prospects for my first full year balancing the demands of new fatherhood with the pastime of chasing small feathered wildlife around the greater Houston area. My concept of doing a “Small Year” was essentially a manifesto of balance in contrast to “Big Year” obsessiveness. Instead of fitting life into small moments around a year of chasing birds, I wanted to do the exact opposite; fitting my hobby into the tiny cracks of time left after trying to be the best father I could. At the end of the year, I looked back and took stock of what went well, what failed horribly, and what it means.

Bonaparte's Gull
Bonaparte’s Gull – Summerville Pier, Rochester, NY

After all was said and done, it went pretty well. I met my primary goal of putting my daughter ahead of hobbies, in both my physical location and mental focus. 

Lydia in the
Leaves
Which wasn’t hard…she’s adorable.

I had set a secondary goal of seeing 250 species, which was pretty ambitious[i]. I ended up managing to see 227, 6 of which I had never seen in the wild before. Not quite my target, but better than I expected. Since I made my primary goal, the secondary really didn’t matter.  These are my thoughts on the year, interspersed with some of its birds.

Snowy
Plover
Snowy Plover – Galveston, TX

What went well(-ish)….
Good Baby-to-field Ratio – Part of this was due to choice and discipline, but part if it was also due to extended illness during migration (when I may have been more tempted to go farther afield).  There were no massive single day odysseys or seasons given over to nonstop bird-ery. I didn’t make any long distance jaunts to see new parks or habitats. Most of my time was spent in my own very local patch[ii], and it wasn’t at the expense of time with Lydia that I recall.

Efficiency of time –I ended up (by necessity) being pretty efficient in my time spent per species. Given the few actual excursions, I managed to see a pretty decent number of species[iii]. I’ll chalk some of it up to a growing level of knowledge and experience with my local area, and some of it up to sheer luck.

Nemesis species down – Having heroically conquered the wily Cerulean Warbler last year, my nemesis bird designation shifted to the shifty Fox Sparrow. On a trip to see relatives in Indiana, I managed to find one after enduring a long hike through bitterly freezing conditions. I then found another one a couple weeks later about a mile from my house, in 60 degree weather, near a parking lot. Ironic or not, it’s counted. My new nemesis species is the damnable Prairie Warbler.

New Species – I’ve never been someone to chase new species just for the sake of new species, even before baby time made it completely impractical. And over the past years I’ve seen much of what can routinely be seen in this area and on holiday trips, making new species a diminishing return. So seeing new species involves a good amount of luck, a little local effort, or travel. This year I was not overly lucky, I didn’t have a lot of time to exert effort, and we didn’t really go many places. Regardless, I still managed to see 6 new species[iv].

Christmas Bird Count – This was my first year as the solo leader for our Brazos Bend CBC effort. I was direly worried that the time involved in setting up and executing a ~100 person day-long event on multiple sites (complete with a lot of follow up data work) would be too much to swallow. It was tricky, but in the end worked out well. We didn’t have a record year[v], but put in a great showing and I think I put my own mark on the event. 

My Baby – completely unrelated to birds, but my little girl is astounding. Whether having lots of daddy-time helped or hindered in her achievement is debatable. She even came with me for a couple hikes.

Sanderling (edited version)
- almost a better shot
Sanderling – Galveston, TX

What didn’t work out so well…
Overall field time – I had really hoped to get out and about more. I suppose I was being somewhat optimistic in thinking I could find a lot of in-between time to capitalize on. Sickness, lack of work trips, and the small increments in which free time came were reality checks on this. I only got down to the coast once, and then only to Galveston’s public beach for a lunch break. I probably missed 20 or more species just due to this.

Migration/March-May – I was intermittently sick for much of the core of migration, which meant I missed another 20-30 species I might have easily seen with one or two trips to the coast. Of the hundreds of species that are in this region at some point in the year, many come through only during migration.

Photography – Part of being efficient with time meant that I didn’t spend a lot of time on photographing stuff[vi]. As opposed to the last few years when I’ve managed to get a couple really nice shots just through sheer numbers taken, this year’s offerings were pretty poor, with only a few highlights.

Northern
Pintail
Northern Pintail – Katy Prairie, TX

What I learned…
Not a damn thing.
But seriously, it was a lot of trial and error. I felt like a bad father if I were to take a day for myself now and then. I’m still working on that balance. If anything, this year I erred on the side of staying home, which I can’t complain about. In 2015, I think the only things I’ll try to change are 1) To get the girl out with me more in general, now that she can appreciate some of what’s going on around her, 2) not be debilitating sick in general and especially not during migration, 3) make a concerted effort to get down to the coast, and 4) focus less on the list and more on the journey.
I guess the real thing I learned is what I expected at the end of last year’s migration season. I knew it was my last hurrah for a while, I knew in the grand scheme of things it didn’t really matter, and I knew I could walk away from it (mostly) without missing it too much. In those things, at least, I was right.

Canada
Goose
Canada Goose with Fall Leaf – Rochester, NY

Here are some more of this year’s birds:

Harris's
  Sparrow
Harris’ Sparrow – Houston, TX

Loggerhead
  Shrike
Loggerhead Shrike – Katy Prairie, TX

Mallard
Calliope Hummingbird
Mallard – Fourth Lake, Adirondacks
Calliope Hummingbird – Houston, TX




Kestrel in
  Flight
Kestrel in Flight – Houston, TX

American
  Robin
American Robin – Houston, TX

Red-Shouldered Hawk
  (juvenile)
Red-shouldered Hawk – Barker Reservoir, Houston, TX

Fox Sparrow
Fox Sparrow – Eagle Creek Reservoir, Indiana

Warren Lake
  Ducks
Ducks in Flight – Warren Lake, Katy Prairie, TX

Snowy
  Egret
Snowy Egret – Barker Reservoir, Houston, TX

Field Sparrow in
  Winter Branches
Field Sparrow – Barker Reservoir, Houston, TX

Eastern
  Meadowlark
Eastern Meadowlark - Katy Prairie, TX

Northen
  Mockingbird
Northern Mockingbird - Katy Prairie, TX

Tufted
  Titmouse
Tufted Titmouse – Houston, TX

Pelican laughs at your
  Warning
Song
  Sparrow
Pelican laughs at your warnings – Galveston, TX
Song Sparrow – Eagle Creek Reservoir, Indiana


Laughing
  Gull
Horned
  Grebe
Laughing Gull – Galveston, TX
Horned Grebe – Lake Ontario, Rochester, NY


Black-throated Blue
  Warbler
Sharpie or
  Coopers?
Black-throated Blue Warbler – Near Fourth Lake, Adirondacks
Bedraggled Coopers Hawk –Katy Prairie,TX


Purple
  Sandpiper
Purple Sandpiper – Rochester, NY

Northern
  Flicker
Hiking with Lydia in
  Bear Creek Park
Northern Flickr – Fourth Lake, Adirondacks, NY
Eastern Bluebird – Bear Creek Park, Houston, TX


Pine
  Warbler
Pine Warbler – Bear Creek Park, Houston, TX

Downy
  Woodpecker
Downy Woodpecker – Eagle Creek Reservoir, Indiana

Cedar
  Waxwing
Cedar Waxwing – Houston, TX


NOTES



[i] For me. My high for the last 5 years is 283, so 250 in a throttled back year is relatively large number of species. In absolute terms among people who leep track of such things, probably not. Some people see that many before June. Or just in one county. Those doing ludicrous Big Years may clock 600-700 species.
[ii] Which, admittedly, contains two of the largest and wildest urban parks in the country, several other county and local parks, an Audubon bird sanctuary, a massive wetland complex, etc. It’s not exactly a dry spot for avifauna.
[iii] Numbers of species seen can be deceptive, as the totals don’t represent a linear progression of effort. The first 80 or so are pretty much gimmes. The next 60 are relatively easy. The next 40 or so take some earnest effort. The next 25 take some specific timing or preparation. And so on. When I’ve hit personally higher numbers (280+) it’s usually involved taking advantage of a good deal of travel that year.
[iv] They were: Calliope Hummingbird (local effort), Monk Parakeet (local effort), Red-cockaded Woodpecker (luck), Brown Booby (tremendous luck), Trumpeter Swan (luck), and Fox Sparrow (effort then luck). 
[v] We still managed 154 species, 4 of which were never before seen on the Count. That’s so-so for coastal Texas, where the best Count circle in the state (and country) usually has well north of 225 species (236 this year). That being said, our tally puts us in the top ~3% of the roughly 1950 Counts in the US. So, you know, not too shabby.
[vi] To illustrate this phenomenon…while out and about over Christmas in NY, I was ending a morning with a trudge down a long pier on Lake Ontario. The day was dismal, the wind was freezing, I was fairly sure I had frostbite on my butt, I was carrying 20 pounds of camera and optics around with me, and I was running late to get back before folks were up and around. At the end of the pier was the bird I’d hoped to see…a Snowy Owl, a rarity down from the Tundra. A year ago I would have spent the next 30 minutes crawling on my belly to get close enough to photograph it. This year I watched it for a few fleeting moments, looked at my camera, looked at my watch, and then trudged back to my car. More important things awaited.