"A water snake glided smoothly up the pool, twisting its periscope head from side to side; and it swam the length of the pool and came to the legs of a motionless heron that stood in the shadows. A silent head and beak lanced down and plucked it out by the head, and the beak swallowed the little snake while its tail waved frantically."
- John Steinbeck
This is a photo illustration essay of a heron with which I had the good fortune of spending some quality time while it enjoyed a snack. The images tell the story, so I will refrain from redundant blathering. Nature is not always kind or gentle, but it is always beautiful and humbling. It is not easy to sneak up on a heron; they actually are very thin-skinned and temperamental at times. Stealth is something that the heron and I share, and both of us used it to great success on this day: the heron to get its snack and me to capture these images.
“Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.”
-Charles Bukowski
The human spirit is a very curious thing indeed; it never seems content, particularly when the climate is fair and the days are lovely. Perhaps this is not something that afflicts all of us, or maybe it is a symptom of my own cantankerous nature, because I often observe a multitude of souls laid out upon the beaches like lazy sea lions, soaking up the sun. I never tend to join them, even though I know it would do me good. This does not mean that there is anything wrong with them or me; it is only evidence that humans are diverse and varied individuals, not two-dimensional stereotypes being pumped out for the benefit of some corporation’s consumer expectations. Although I am not a sun person, I get a serious thrill when all the loveliness of fog alters the reality I once existed in, in such indescribably delightful ways, particularly when the water droplets highlight the seasonal efforts of our eight-legged friends.
These beautiful delights are very precious and incredibly brief; you have to move fast to beat the sun, who is vigorously pushing back the clouds to reclaim its domain. After the sweetness of light and shadow in the mist is burned away, you will find that everything is slightly different than before the fog. Everything is less lively and bright because the mildew and decay of winter have begun and will continue until all the pretty blossoms have all been obliterated.
When confronted with the fogs of trauma or adversity in our lives, the same fundamental truths hold true. Upon emerging from the engulfing haze that once shrouded our souls, we are inevitably confronted with a reality forever altered, unable to return to its former state. Change, much like the ever-shifting weather, is an inherent constant in our lives, albeit emotional fogs may not impact us all in equal measure. It is in this juncture that we, including myself as no exception, run the risk of squandering our existence in pursuit of what was, yearning for petals long since withered. A healthier alternative lies in embracing forward-looking optimism, as opposed to incessantly mourning the irretrievable past, or succumbing to the manipulative coercion of those who exploit our lingering pain for personal gain. Admittedly, perhaps due to my purported simplicity, it took me a considerable duration to embrace such a basic and rational principle: to acknowledge and even derive satisfaction from the fogs that befall my own life, and to accept the inevitable, splendid changes that accompany them.
'Let a man meet a bear robbed of her cubs,
Rather than a fool in his folly.'
Proverbs 17:12
As I stood on the side of the road with my camera attempting to capture photographs of the majestic eagles, I couldn’t help but sense the watchful gaze of Mother Bear.I shifted my focus and shifted my attention towards the direction from which she appeared, maintaining a composed demeanour despite the mere few meters that stood between us. It is crucial to emphasize the necessity of maintaining rationality and remaining calm in unanticipated encounters with a Mother Bear and her cubs. Bears, contrary to certain misconceptions, are not mere brutish creatures, but rather exhibit a level of complexity and intelligence. Mother Bears are particularly renowned for their unwavering dedication to and protective nature towards their offspring, surpassing that of any other species on our planet, or so I am told.
I must admit, I have not personally experienced being assaulted by a bear, whether it be by a male or female specimen, and therefore may not possess expert knowledge on this subject matter. However, I have encountered these majestic creatures during solitary excursions in the forest, with limited means of escape, and am well aware of the prevailing narratives surrounding the ferocity of nature. Surprisingly, though, I have never encountered an aggressive bear or felt threatened by any apex predator, except for encounters with certain human individuals whose conduct deviates from rationality and defies both the laws of nature and common sense.
The bear in question was demonstrating a profound sense of maternal care and protection for her cubs, a behaviour that mirrors the innate instincts of humans when it comes to safeguarding our own children. This natural inclination is both admirable and understandable, resonating with our shared sense of parental responsibility. In nature or human communities, predators often exhibit a distinct preference for the disruption of the parent-child bond, as it serves their personal interests. These principles hold true across various ecosystems and social contexts.
After she determined I was no threat she moved back into the forest allowing me to get a glimpse of her charges. One of the adorable young cubs displayed a greater sense of curiosity and took a better look at me, while expelling a small piece of litter it had picked up. Meanwhile, its more reserved sibling opted to stay close to its mother, preferring to remain concealed from view.
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This unexpected encounter was a truly exceptional privilege, among many. I have always held a deep affection for bears, and my interactions with them have consistently been delightful and profound. The mother bears I have encountered serve as a powerful symbols of the profound parent-child relationship, particularly in the realm of nurturing and caring for offspring. Given my own personal experiences with a limited parental bond in my youth, the presence of Mother Bear in both my life and artistic creations holds significant meaning. She stands as a tribute to all parents across different species, embodying their roles as protectors and caregivers for the young and vulnerable. In our human society, mothers and fathers play vital roles, sharing equal responsibilities in safeguarding their children. Therefore, this design is equally fitting for parents of both sexes, as well as for grandparents, aunts, and uncles, celebrating their inherent roles as guardians and protectors of children. I firmly advocate that parenthood is a noble endeavour deserving of increased recognition and comprehensive support in our modern society, just as it has been in our traditional societies.
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This design holds immense symbolic significance as it represents the profound bond between parents and children. It serves as a heartfelt tribute to those dedicated guardians who tirelessly ensure the well-being of their offspring. Mother Bear is symbolic of their unwavering commitment to safeguarding the safety and security of the young ones, ensuring their future and our ongoing survival as a species. Mother Bear, with its profound symbolism, is proudly made available for purchase on a variety of useful items through our T-Spring shop. By patronizing our shop, not only do you support us, but also contribute to the livelihood of other individuals such as printers, shippers, and other hardworking professionals who play an integral role in keeping our economies and societies functioning.
The summer months in these regions are characterised by high temperatures. While they can be enjoyable, the arid conditions pose certain challenges, especially in areas that lack access to natural sources of water. We couldn’t ignore the thirst-inducing conditions faced by our feathered friends, insects, as well as the neighbour’s stuck-up cat. Although it’s a jerk that frightens the birds, it still doesn’t deserve to suffer. Determined to spread joy and quench their longing for water, Charles and I embarked on a mission to craft a charming concrete birdbath. Now, these delightful creatures can revel in moments of bliss, splashing around and basking in the warmth of the summer season, and we can film them with our handy little wildlife camera.
The birdbath was constructed using a combination of materials, including premixed cement, carefully chosen maple leaves and ferns, and dry soil. Our process involved meticulously creating a mold by shaping the soil to the desired depth and form. Subsequently, we adorned the mold with thoughtfully arranged maple leaves and ferns, following a circular pattern with a central petite leaf. Lastly, the premixed cement was liberally applied by gloved hands, ensuring a substantial layer before being left to cure for a few days to make sure it was good and strong.
We were thrilled when it didn’t crumble in our hands and couldn’t wait to witness the birds’ enthusiastic response, so we set up the birdbath in a peaceful corner frequented by our feathered friends, with a wildlife camera to capture every moment. We cordially invite you to peruse the accompanying imagery, wherein you shall witness the positive outcomes of our initiative.
Furthermore, an insightful video captures the sheer delight exhibited by our feathered friends as they engage with their newfound sanctuary. This undertaking, requiring minimal effort and financial investment, not only enhances our local community but also fosters harmonious coexistence with the diverse fauna in our midst. We wholeheartedly endorse this activity and encourage others to partake as well.
The Birdbath Symphony
When you watch this video be aware that the lovely songs of birds are complemented by an exquisite musical composition, “Bear in the Berries,” crafted by the talented Paul Clifford of Jawshop Adventure Recording fame. Soon, it, along with other unique and lovely audio gems, shall be available for purchase at the soon-to-be-launched Spicerack royalty-free loop shop and haberdashery.
"If you have to eat crow, eat it while it's young and tender."
Thomas Jefferson
The Crows had been harassing the Ravens early in the morning when this Eagle struck. I did not witness it; I heard it and went to investigate. The Crows were especially irate, whereas they had been quiet earlier as they hid from the Ravens who were soaring overhead, warning them to back off. It was likely when they were distracted by the Ravens that the Eagle struck. I peered towards the commotion and saw the Eagle on a branch, tucking into its feast on a tree in a backyard up the way. Unwilling to trespass on the sleeping dweller’s property, I made my way up to the street that ran past the property to capture these few images. There was great tearing of flesh, breaking of bones, and plucking of feathers while the crows looked on helplessly as their loved one was consumed for breakfast. The Eagle heard and saw me but, after checking me out, decided that I was nothing to be concerned about and tucked back into its rather unappealing meal.
Eating Crow for breakfast does not sound very enticing, and it is not a common dish for humans. Despite this, I have eaten a lot of crow (not an actual corvid, that would be disgusting). The crow I am referring to is the one we must eat after being found out to be a complete ass. Despite how utterly vile it is to have to eat crow, to choke back our humiliation and shame, it should not be avoided. You will only feel better once you have done so. It is best done while the crow is fresh. Trying to avoid it or skip it is impossible as the crow waits and rots, becoming less and less appealing. If you hold your nose and do it, you will find that eating crow is actually fortifying, edifying, and will help you grow and expand. It builds character and helps you on your journey to fulfilling your full potential and become as magnificent and powerful as the Eagle.
"Everything is determined, the beginning as well as the end, by forces over which we have no control. It is determined for the insect, as well as for the star. Human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust, we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible piper."
- Albert Einstein
Recently I spied this dreadful yet so lovely little creature posing perfectly on a leaf in a urban garden waiting to be discovered. What can one say about those huge dreamy eyes, those delicate wings and spiked long deadly legs that could do them justice?
Actually this Robber Fly was not waiting to be discovered in order to become a social media sensation, he is actually waiting for something to fly by to mug, thus the name Robber Fly. And they do not steal pollen or nectar off the passing bug and send them on their way bruised and disgruntled. They steal lives and their prey includes Bees, Flies, Dragon Flies and even another Robber Flies, they aren’t picky eaters. You may now be thinking right now if I know this then why did I not swat it instead of admiring and photographing it? Those would be very reasonable questions or responses to coming across something that is lying in wait for an innocent victim that is is going to consume alive. However it is not my place to do so, nature is far wiser and quite qualified to manage herself, far better I, a mere human is, in fact.
Nature is a gift, something to respect and appreciate, it is something we are a part of and not a simple possession we have total dominion over. The Robber Fly is a necessary predator, they do their part to keep insect populations under control, even their own. This helps balance matters meaning that the grasshoppers do not over populate and wipe out crops leaving famine for the rest of us. We are very fortunate that Robber Flies exist and they are such an important and necessary part of nature that they exist on every corner on this planet. We need to respect them because they help us in their own ghoulish way as well as the fact that I for one do not want to have to eat grasshoppers, humans are not meant to do the jobs of Robber Flies.
"'Are you content now?' said the Caterpillar.
'Well, I should like to be a little larger, sir, if you wouldn't mind,' said Alice: 'three inches is such a wretched height to be.'
'It is a very good height indeed!' said the Caterpillar angrily, rearing itself upright as it spoke (it was exactly three inches high)."
-Charles Lutwidge Dodgson AKA Lewis Carroll
It isn’t likely that anyone will destroy this silky creation being the alder that host’s it is little more than a roadside weed that no one will step into rescue. This includes myself as it is not my place to interfere in the relationship between tree and caterpillar, for all I know they both may be benefiting from each other. It doesn’t look good though to see the leaves all chewed away and barren and many would say their presence spoils the view.
Many people find these types of creatures unpleasant and unsightly however there is beauty found glistening off of their intricate silky home. There is beauty in everything which you will eventually find if you carefully look for it. It is indeed a pretty wondrous and impressive to be able to weave such an amazing abode and to be able to spend your summer in such a scenic and comfortable location simply through your own effort. This is something as humans, even if we could do, we would never dare reduce ourselves to do. Instead we would create rules against performing such practical and natural activities in order to sate our egos by separating us from the lowly animals as well as stimulate our ever failing economies.
"Everything is made out of magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden - in all the places."
― Frances Hodgson Burnett
This scape is one of the hummingbirds favourite natural feeders ergo it is one of my favourite places to go looking for hummingbirds. This Rufous, who are annual visitors here, has aggressively laid claim to this blossom and is driving off the other Rufous’ along with native Anna’s. This scape is a volunteer, and being I am allergic it is left to grow for the hummingbirds to enjoy, and they absolutely love it. It will flower for the rest of the summer so I highly recommend growing one for the hummingbirds.
"Beauty's a fragile boon, and the years are quick to destroy it,
Always diminished with time, never enduring too long.
Violet's always fade, and the bloom departs from the lily;
When the roses are gone, nothing is left but the thorn."- Ovid
Wild roses and flower blossoms compete for the attention of the busy bees and pretty flies by luring them with their exquisite scent. Unfortunately I could not figure out how to share the loveliness of the scent with everyone as I did with their beauty. Beauty never last long and disappears as quickly as the breeze removes their perfume their beauty is also gone.
One must never put off going to see them they likely won’t be there when you finally get around to it and that is how it often is with what mattes in life. The one thing I long for much more than money or possessions, is time. Unfortunately is is, like the bloom of the roses, too brief and thus we should never waste this most valuable commodity because no matter how rich you are, time is something money can never buy. and is something if wasted, cannot be gotten back.
“'Seek, seek, seek,' sang Son of Eagle as he sailed down from his tall, tall tree and with his great talons he picked up the salmon, and in one graceful swoop he circled the wide area of the pool and sailed back to his house. All the while the beautiful, silvery salmon was wiggling helplessly in his strong talons.” - George Clutesi
The young eagles were feeling particularly frisky yesterday, squawking and soaring, delighting in their being alive and showing off for their folks. For me there is nothing more lovely or soothing than watching youth delight in their bodies, strength and playfully developing their skills. They are not any different than human families, they came equipped with the same natural family bond human beings were blessed with. They protect, love, nurture and respect each other much like people used to do, and need to again.
While I was out with the eagles yesterday I had a little surprise when this black bear crashed across the path running in terror away from me as well as the noisy people, dogs and vehicles around here. He was a nice size and well nourished, and much bigger than me. I waited and watched as he crashed through the roadside bushes to determine which way was the safe way to proceed. It is common to come across black bears, wolves and cougars in urban spaces and when we do it is important to react in a reasonable and cautious manner. Although black bears aren’t aggressive when terrorised, as this one was, they can, just like a human over react so it is wise to keep a respectful, very calm distance.
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