Wednesday, July 25, 2018

Hummingbirds -- The Flying Jewels of the Sky!

A female hummingbird waits patiently for the feeder.
Since childhood I  have been captivated and fascinated with "the flying jewels of the sky" --

 HUMMINGBIRDS.


What I think is a female Rufous flies from the feeder after
a long sip of sugar water.
First, there's that wonderful mysterious "hum" of wings beating somewhere around 52-62 beats per second.

Then, there's that breathtaking ability to dart in, out, up, down, forward, backward and even hover in a stationary position for what must seem like an eternity for a tiny bird that seems always to be in motion.



White-tipped tail feathers indicate a female.
I recently learned that of North America's 20 hummingbird species, most are unique to the west.  

Of those, the most common in Colorado and Wyoming are:

1.  Black-Chinned
2.  Broad-Tailed
3.  Rufous
4.  Calliope





[I should probably warn you now that I got a new phone with a nifty new camera (Samsung Galaxy S9)
and what better way to learn how to use it than with hummingbirds at several feeders at my folk's mountain cabin.]

[I should also probably advise you that while I try very hard to be accurate in my identifications, I'm a beginner and just as likely to be completely incorrect. That's my accuracy disclaimer.]

A Black-Chinned hummer returns to the feeder after a
brief rain.
 Black-Chinned

The males have a velvety black throat and a dull metallic green body.  

Females have a pale throat and tail feathers with white tips.

This species likes to breed in cool mountain environments although this is one of the most adaptable of all hummingbirds, found in urban areas, recently disturbed habitat as well as pristine natural areas.  

The oldest known Black-Chinned Hummingbird was 11 years, 2 months, when it was recaptured and released during banding operations in Texas.


A rose-red throat identifies this hummer as
a Broad-Tailed Hummingbird.
Broad-Tailed

This species prefers mountain forests and meadows and departs in late August/early September south to winter in Mexico, Guatemala and occasionally El Salvador.

The males display rose-red throats, white chests, metallic green backs and crowns and rounded tails.  

Females have no red and are instead pale with white-tipped outer feathers.

Because of that beautiful rose-red throat, they are often called "the jewel of high mountain meadows!"

They also make a buzzing/whistling sound when they fly.

On cold nights, they, as do other hummingbirds, slow their heart rate and drop their body temperature entering a state of torpor--a slowed metabolic state.

They are the longest-lived species with one female over 12 years, 2 months old.  She was recaptured and released during a banding operation in Colorado in 1987.  She was first banded in Colorado in 1976.

The Rufous flies fearlessly, chasing away other
hummingbirds.
Rufous

The Rufous arrives later than other hummingbirds and makes one of the longest journeys of any bird in the world as measured by body size.  

It is a curious trip, a clockwise circuit of North America, moving up the Pacific coast in late winter/early spring, reaching Washington and British Columbia by May.  Some even continue on to Alaska before beginning to move down the chain of Rocky Mountains, arriving here, in Wyoming/Colorado, about July.

They, too, depart around late August and continue their trip south to Mexico. From Alaska to Mexico-- over 3,900 miles!

Rufous males are bright orange with glossy red throats.  Females have whitish speckled throats, green backs and crowns and white tipped feathers.  They are about 8 cm long and have long straight bills.

While they are the most aggressive of the hummingbirds, often chasing other species away from feeders, they have an excellent memory for location, i.e. returning to previous feeder locations, even if feeders have been moved.

The oldest Rufous was a female aged 8 years, 11 months, caught and released during banding operations in British Columbia.

The Calliope species, though very small, travel
south to Mexico.
 Calliope

Identified by the magenta rays bursting from the throats of the males, it dances and hovers, performing U-shaped display dives for females.

During these displays he makes a sputtering buzz with his tail feathers and gives a sharp zinging call.

This is the smallest bird in the U.S. and yet travels more than 5,000 miles to pine-oak forests in Mexico and back again.  What a feat for a tiny bird that weighs about the same as a ping-pong ball!

Calliope Hummingbird is named after Calliope, the muse of eloquence and epic poetry, who inspired Homer's Iliad and Odyssey.

The oldest Calliope was a female aged 8 years, 1 month old, when she was recaptured and released during banding operations in Idaho in 2014.  She had been banded in the same state in 2007.

A male Rufous Hummingbird with his glossy orange throat
displays his extraordinary flight skills. 
Hummingbirds, with their long slender bills and tube-like tongues, drink massive amounts of nectar--up to 2 X body weight.

They are also fond of the yummy protein found in gnats, flies, mosquitoes and spiders. 

Speaking of spiders, I was amazed to learn that hummers use spiderweb silk to build and anchor their tiny nests.  Spiderweb silk also allow the nests to expand as the hummingbirds grow from eggs the size of jellybeans to full size in just a few weeks.




Mind the bee as hummingbirds dive in and around the feeder.


Feeders

I would be remiss not to include a few notes about feeding hummingbirds.  

Hummingbirds love my Dad's sugar-water formula,
which is a little sweeter than some.
The recipe that most agree to be the best is:

4 parts water to
1 part sugar.

DO NOT USE 
organic sugar
brown sugar
powdered sugar
honey or
red dye



Just plain white sugar and water.

It's also a good idea to clean the feeder every few days and refill with the sugar mixture that can be made ahead of time and refrigerated.

Hummingbirds swarm the feeders in late afternoon/dusk to fill up before settling in for the night.
 [This writer is grateful for hummingbird information found on several websites including:  fs.fed.us, nps.gov/romo/hummingbird_family, allaboutbirds.com, birdsandblooms.com, beautyofbirds.com, audubon.org, and a blog by Brady Godwin, PhD student at the University of Wyoming.]



Friday, June 29, 2018

Confessions of a Haphazard Gardener

I just saw the UPS driver weave his way from the gate
to the door, dodging branches and avoiding plants spilling onto
the sidewalk.  Maybe it's time to prune?
Haphazard:
Characterized by mere chance, careless, slipshod, lack of order/planning, 
hit or miss.

Yup.  That's my gardening plan, er, non-plan.


My mother's flower garden when I was a girl growing up in West Laramie was fragrant and beautiful.  The growing season is short in that part of Wyoming and it's not unusual to get frosts/snow during the summer.  So, she planted sweet peas, pansies, bachelor buttons and sweet alyssum--all hearty, colorful and quick blooming.  


Water drops cling to blooming penstemon
after an early sprinkler session.
Maybe because I have lived and now live in a warmer climate with longer growing seasons.

Maybe it's because I have so many more choices.

Maybe it's because I really do have no particular plan or pattern to my planting.

Maybe, regardless of any possible explanations, I am simply a Haphazard Gardener.

It's funny, really.

I have friends, like Carol and Jo Ann, who are Master Gardeners, who know exactly what plants they have in their gardens, remember their names (common AND Latin,) are not adverse to digging something up that is "failing to thrive" and replanting it elsewhere, and, visualize how much ACTUAL space is needed when planting.  They also know when to walk away, dig it up, pull it out and say goodbye.  

For Carol and Jo Ann, gardening is a passion, a joy, a canvas to create!  Carol buys plants like I buy shoes.  She is a soft heart when it comes to the "weak and wounded" plants found in gardening centers at the very end of the season.  These plants, which can be purchased for a mere fraction of their original prices, and usually sporting only a mangled leaf or two, are "mercy buys" that Carol cannot resist.  

She has a special section of her yard devoted to the care and tending of these "special needs" plants, sort of like an infirmary.  And, more often than not, these plants suddenly thrive, emerging after winter like the plants they were born to be!!  Complete with leaves, flowers and new growth!

"Running amuck," seems to be my gardening mantra.
As for me...
well, I don't remember any of the names (common or Latin,) I can't tell the "good" plants from the weeds, I never think to dig something up and replant in a better place, and I ALWAYS underestimate how much space a plant will need if it somehow miraculously decides to live.

I do not know when to walk away, dig it up, pull it out or say goodbye.  I'm a soft heart, all right, a pushover and all the ground cover varieties know it.

Ground cover, some kind of ivy I think, is planning to take
over the world, beginning with our yard.
When we moved into our house seven years ago, the yard had been professionally landscaped with verdant lawns, trees, shrubs and bushes.  

Some would have considered that fine and found contentment having leisurely summers comforted by the thought of a no-care yard with a sprinkler and drip watering system.

But, not me. 

First, I brought in the rocks. (A yard ought to have rocks!) Then the artistic yard art like river driftwood sticks and metal garden goddesses.  Then a purple rose because it smelled so good and strawberries because I like strawberries.  Of course I planted some herbs because they're herbs (not because I use them in cooking because I'm a wretched cook) and some columbine, because it seems to reseed itself and some lavender because it's my favorite fragrance.

Strawberry blossoms add bright color to my garden.
I plant in no particular pattern or plan.  

As a Haphazard Gardener I plant wherever I think I will see it--or where I think there might be a hole in the landscape fabric.

I'm clearly NOT a fan of landscape fabric.
I understand the concept and the merits.  And, it probably DOES cut down on the weeds for the first year or two.  However, when our yard was "professionally landscaped" in its early years, I was not there to witness the effectiveness of the landscape fabric.

By the time we became care takers of the yards, the best and most nutritious soil was found ABOVE the fabric.  I quickly realized that every single time I wanted to plant something I had to dig away the "good" soil, expose the fabric beneath, cut a wide circle with quickly dulling scissors and then mix the good soil with the soil beneath the fabric before ever placing a plant into the ground.  

It's a lot of work. 

I find I usually look for previously prepared spaces, regardless of location.  Just pull out the dead plant and replace with the new plants!  Ta-da!  All good until the new plant turns out to actually be a tree that now has 40% of the garden space!!  And, still growing!!

There's a lot going on in our corner backyard garden. 
But,I can't see just what these days.
This year it appears to be time for 
      THE RECKONING.  

It is time to prune, to get tough, to clip, snip and chop away all of that green stuff that is happily growing in wild abandonment and disarray!

It's time to rediscover what I actually have growing in these gardens!  

It's time to reclaim gardens from the ground cover that wants to engulf us like kudzu, to untangle grape vines from using lilac trees as trellises and to continue my war against Russian Thistles, that creep into the yard and blend in plain sight until I suddenly encounter them four-feet-high-and-rising!!


 As my bird bath reminds me, TRUST in the power of pruning.  (Wish me luck!)



Road Trip - Summer Adventure With My Brother! Olympia, WA to Laramie, WY - Part I

Waving the morning of our departure.
Olympia, WA to Laramie, WY - Part I

It's been a long time since my brother and I hit the road together...

but there was an unexpected confluence of circumstances and opportunities and my brother, Luke, and I found ourselves making plans to drive from Olympia, WA to Laramie, WY and after a couple of days to continue from Laramie to Austin, TX. 

Waiting in Austin was his wife, younger daughter and her husband, his parents--and a beautiful granddaughter recently born.

I'd been hankering for a good road trip and this was a perfect opportunity to travel roads new to me, have some great "dog time" (two BIG dogs -- Bogie and Kaleesi,) and enjoy some wonderful brother-sister time, something we really hadn't done since leaving home to begin our own lives.

I flew into Seattle June 1 and we embarked upon our 2,274-mile odyssey the next morning.  At this point I should mention that my brother's vehicle, a GM 1995 Econovan, had just received a partial tune-up and sported brand new tires.  

Of course we kept a trip diary.  Here are highlights:

Saturday, June 2

(Me writing.)  First stop at a tiny coffee shack for latte' for Luke and hot tea for me--it was delicious!   10 a.m. - Got gas and heading for the open road!
11:20 a.m. - The traffic is HORRIBLE!!  Stop and go all the way but finally reached I-90!  


As Luke contends with the bumper-to-bumper traffic near Tacoma I was able to savor fantastic views of Mt. Rainier, the highest mountain in the Cascade Range of the Pacific Northwest, about 59 miles south/southwest of Seattle. It is
14,411 feet in elevation.

Amazing skies captivate me as we head into the
National King Forest.
12:15 p.m. - our first break at Snoqualamie, a little mountain town that reminds me of similar little mountain towns in Colorado.  I'll take my turn at driving.

2:15 p.m. - Stop at Wanapum Columbia River Scenic Overlook.  I'm VERY ready for a break!


Me at the Wanapum Columbia River Scenic Overlook, grateful
my first driving shift over.







My first driving shift totally scary! There is so much flux between the steering wheel and the response of the vehicle.  

Huge wicked winds rocked us back and forth and so hard to control.

Realize the aerodynamics of the caravan are similar to a solid brick wall.








Luke walking Kaleesi (left) and Bogie (right) at the Scenic Overlook. 
They are true road warriors!!



Wild Horse Monument at the Columbia Scenic River Overlook sits high above the parking lot. Sixteen
metal horses gallop along the bluff, created by Spokane artist David Govedare.


6:30 p.m. - (Luke writing.) Entered Idaho.  Toby now driving-having a better time of it.  She's listening to her jazz.  In the mountains and just reached 3,096'.  You'd think it was 6,000'!


Me and the pups in historic Wallace, ID.
Wallace, self-proclaimed "Center of the Universe."  Exit 61.

7:51 p.m.  Checked into the beautiful Wallace Inn and on way to eat at the Smoke House, in the historic downtown.  Turns out the dogs were welcome to join us.  Perfect place to end our first travel day.







Sunday, June 3

As we departed Wallace, which I loved, and began our drive through the Coeur D'Alene National Forest, we passed Elmer's Fountain, a 3-tiered water fountain in the middle of "no where," right off of I-90!  Wonderful!!!


Oh, the tall Lodge Pole Pine and the fragrance!!!!
This rest stop with its carpet of pine needles a
good decision.
10:40 a.m. - Montana!

1:57 p.m. - A Bald Eagle just flew over us as we drive.  5 miles to Deer Lodge.
Fantastic views of snowy peak and soft, green covering of foothills.  

Got gas.  Toby got a wrap, me soup.  Walked dogs.  Vehicle ran rough at the start.  We stopped and now fine.  One of the warning lights went off.  Don't know which one or why.

5 white tail deer in the heat of the day.

Saw first 2 antelope.  Now I know I'm in the Mountain West.

Saw a rattlesnake on the side of the road.  Sunning itself?

Must be birthing day for antelope.  Have seen numerous newborns.


Montana - so many hues of blues and greens!
Wyoming - the beautiful Bighorn Mountains!























  Monday, June 4

After leaving Billings we passed a Mommy duck with about 12-15 ducklings crossing busy I-90 east!!  Two lanes of a busy highway safely!  A miracle!

Now we passed a big turtle on the right side of the road walking slowly in the opposite direction.  

11:42 a.m. Wyoming!


Luke on Main Street in Buffalo, WY.
As we neared Buffalo, a community near and dear to our hearts, we talked about trips to see our grandparents, swimming in the city park pool with the water as cold as snow, camping with extended family in the Big Horn Mountains, sitting at the soda fountain in the local drug store, lunch at the Busy Bee and going with our Granddad to the Johnson County Museum.

1:09 - arrive in Buffalo!


Snow fences dot the landscape as we depart the Medicine Bow Cut-off and head toward Laramie.

 As we drive through the Medicine Bow Cut-off we see hundreds of antelope and a field of purple wild iris.  There are a few wind turbines.  

Entering Albany County we spot a Golden Eagle high on top of a telephone pole and then a pair of hawks sitting next to one another on top of another telephone pole.


Bogie, hair flying with the windows open, is a sweetheart!  Actually, so
is Kaleesi.  Wonder if my brother would realize they were missing if they
somehow went home with me.
Rock outcrops and sagebrush.  

Another pair of hawks with a nest--and then a pair of Rough Leg Hawks on the fence post tops.

An antelope raced us and cut right in front of us.  Fortunately, we were watching and slowed.  We both missed a hit.  

Of course, in a vehicle that has a top speed of somewhere around 60 m.p.h., slowing is considerably easier to do.

39 miles to Laramie. 

Luke has already set up an appointment for the Caravan to get repairs.  He'll enjoy some time with our folks while I head for home.  He'll pick me up Thursday and we'll begin our second phase from Laramie to Austin.




Road Trip! - Summer Adventure With My Brother, Part II - Laramie to Austin

My brother, Luke, his two adorable dogs Kaleesi (left)
and Bogie (right) and me as we return to our
odyssey to Austin, TX.
Laramie, WY to Austin, TX

After a couple of days in Laramie visiting our parents and getting the 1995 GM Econovan in for a new fuel filter and service check-up, Luke picked me up on his way south.

Thursday, June 7

Departed 12:40 p.m. after picking me up.  Terrified poor Bogie when the low branches of our Honey Locust tree scraped against the roof of the Caravan, sending Bogie from the back over the center console and under the steering wheel!  It was a terrible screech and it took both of us to try and console him after moving him back to his space.  For the rest of the day any loud unexpected sound sent him back into "duck and cover" mode.  Poor baby.

Storms over Colorado Springs create dramatic skies.
1:31 p.m. Denver.  Dark storm clouds on the horizon.  The crazy alarm that signifies who-knows-what has gone off over 12 times in an hour!!  

We have mysterious flashing lights on the dashboard and, why did the Caravan want to die?  

2:39 p.m. Denver traffic on I-25 slow and stopped near Lone Tree to cool the engine.  

Luke disconnected the obnoxious alarm.  Hope it wasn't signaling something important.  
Turning the Caravan off at least got us out of 2nd gear, a gear we seemed to be stuck in for some reason.  Ol' Betsy (my sympathetic nickname for the Caravan) didn't really want to start, but did.  We decided to cautiously continue.

(Luke writing.)  Stopped for food south of Colorado Springs.  Ordered a chicken salad and didn't realize it was missing the chicken until several miles down the highway.  

Regular speed demon uphill at 35 m.p.h.  There are lots of hills heading to Trinidad.  Oh, yea, and we have gusty winds, too.

South of Trinidad the horizon stretches seemingly forever.
Stopped for a break in Trinidad.  Learned there's a carnival tonight in Raton, NM, and that's a big event.

As we began to depart, a busload of high school students walked by.  We asked if they were a sports team and they told us they had been camping in the Powderhorn and were all from Texas -- "The best state ever!"

Lots of elk and deer crossing signs as we head to Springer, NM.  Luke just saw a rattlesnake in the middle of the road.  Poor Ol' Betsy had to really strain to make it through Raton Pass, 7834' in elevation.  We learned it helps if we turn off the a/c. (I wish we could help by pedalling!)

Storm clouds glow pink as the sun sets as we get to the Oasis Motel in Springer, NM.
Friday, June 8

Best breakfast ever!  
8:54 a.m. depart the Oasis Motel.  It boasts of affordable, clean rooms and it's true.  I really enjoyed Room #110 for its space, comfort and morning sunshine.

Best decision to eat at Elida's Cafe, a stone's throw down the street from the Oasis.  It's a local spot, my favorite kind of restaurant, and was our BEST BREAKFAST choice for our entire journey!!

68 miles to Las Vegas, NM.  Just crossed another river-- except they all seem to be dry.

Entering Mora County.  Just spotted an antelope in tall bleached yellow grass.  Of course there's a headwind.  
Dry grass, blue skies and distant mountains become our
view for miles and miles, 




Calumet/Las Vegas - "Where the Great Plains meet the mighty Rockies."

Sign:  Do not pick up hitchhikers in this area.

12:42 p.m. leave 84 for I-40 East.

Santa Rosa is a great spot for a rest break.  It's greener.  

Pass crumbling stone walls of houses from long ago.  Reminds me of western ghost towns.

Toby took dogs for a walk and Bogey got 3 sharp thorns in his paw.  As she tried to remove them, one got stuck in her finger.  She waited for me to cross the street to hold the dogs so she could pull all the thorns out.

Crossed into Texas at 4:12 p.m.  "Central" time so just lost an hour.

Just saw three more wind turbine blades heading west on big trucks.  Passing an area with hundreds of wind turbines.  It's so flat and there's lots of wind.  

Looking for exit for I-27 South.  162 miles to Post, TX, tonight's stop.

The sun begins to set, still 40 miles away from Post, TX.
Just passed Happy -- "the town without a frown."

We turned off the a/c entirely, hoping that will give us more power.  Can't hear the radio anymore with our windows wide open.  We have to shout to talk to each other.  

Gotta be 90 degrees in here.  Poor pups.  Think my deodorant is failing.

Sign:  "Don't mess with Texas."

Luke just saw a dead armadillo.  

Sign:  "I am with you.  God"  (As we rock through West Texas at 57 m.p.h. with a wicked headwind, I find that comforting.)

A long, hot day and grateful for reservations at the Best
Western in Post, TX.
After checking in we drove to George's to get carry-out for a late dinner.  Met a couple who talked to us like old friends for over an hour.  We learned a lot about Post including:

*The elementary school with about 400 students mysteriously burned down on a Sunday morning in 2014.
*There's a big fair in Post this weekend.
*She referred to me as "ma'am" or "honey."


Saturday, June 9 - Hopefully, we reach our destination, Austin, tonight.

Bogie, Kaleesi and I enjoy our last morning walk together
as Luke packs up our luggage and gear.
9:33 a.m.  It smelled like oil last night as we arrived in Post and smells like oil as we depart.  No wonder.  There are oil pumps everywhere.

Asked Luke what he would remember about Post and he said:

"Windy!!  Both when we arrived and when we left."

As for me, I will remember that there are a lot of very nice people in Post, it seems to always smell of oil and there are a lot of red ant hills.

Hundreds of wind turbines take advantage of wind that never seems to cease.

Cactus, scrub brush and winds at least 35 m.p.h.  At least the wind turbines can take advantage of it.

We have to drive with the a/c off and windows open to have any power for forward motion.

Dog hair flying--in my water, in my mouth, in my lip gloss.  

We move like a brick wall through the wind--nothing remotely aerodynamic about Ol' Betsy.  Luke says it's like going into the water with a belly flop.  

A welcome rest stop in Sweetwater.
11:41 a.m., 89 degrees, Sweetwater.  

There's a murder of crows that are noisy, whistling and abundant.

After leaving Sweetwater we saw a sign for Stink Creek.  We laughed.  Can you imagine a high school basketball game between the two towns??

28 miles to Abilene.  Oil wells pumping, wind turbines spinning.

Sign:  "Trent High School, home of the gorillas."

Texas is a big state.
As we drive we decide on awards for BEST...

Rest area:  Montana, with its Lodge Pole Pine and carpet of pine needles.
Motel:  Wallace Inn in historic Wallace, ID.
Breakfast:  Elida's in Springer, NM.
Lunch:  Not for the food but for the ambiance of a picnic table next to a 3-tiered water fountain.
Dinner:  Smokehouse Saloon in historic Wallace, ID, because of its ambiance and dogs were welcome.

Lots of time to talk about the BEST trip moments.
Best wildlife:  Newborn antelope in Montana.
Best music:  Elle King station on Pandora--(when we could still hear music.)
Memorable surprise:
Luke:  Wild hawk roadside.
Me:  Elmer's Fountain - a 3-tiered water fountain - unexpectedly located next to I-90 before we entered Montana.


Greatest kindness:  Luke: Toby walking the dogs.  Me:  A woman who got on her knees to reach under a bathroom stall at the Sweetwater rest area so she could fetch a roll of toilet paper to give to me to use as the stall she just left was out of paper.  How do you thank someone enough for that?

Sign:  "Edible church."  ????  This is where type face can really make a difference.  It really said "Bible church."  

Leaving Coleman 2 p.m.  Hot and sweaty.  Dogs watered and panting.  Stopped at a DQ in Goldwaite at 3:55 p.m.  Very hot.  Kaleesi threw up.

As we neared Austin, an approaching storm with big, gusty winds filled Ol' Betsy with the most
savory smell of cedar!  Learned the Austin area is filled with cedar trees--and wineries!

Hill Country is startling green with lots of rolling, rolling hills.  Sadly, Ol' Betsy coughs and stutters as she creeps up one hill and then another.  

6 p.m.  Arrived!!!  Hot, sweaty, windblown and grateful!!  A road trip full of adventure, beautiful vistas, car troubles and new memories with my brother!!

(The rest of the story:  In addition to meeting his new granddaughter, Luke also got the Caravan into a GMC service center for more repairs.  Mechanics discovered a loose distributor wire that had almost burned through on the manifold.  The mechanic said we were truly lucky to get to Austin.  Good news is that Luke and his wife and happy sweet dogs enjoyed forward motion AND a/c and speeds of 65 m.p.h.  They arrived safely home last weekend.)


































Hummingbirds -- The Flying Jewels of the Sky!

A female hummingbird waits patiently for the feeder. Since childhood I  have been captivated and fascinated with "the flying jewels...