Birds of a Feather - Mattamuskeet Moments...

For years, Julie, Jay, Hunter and I have shared a love of nature and the outdoors unrivaled by nearly any other family we know. Regardless of our destination or the overt purpose of our travels, chances are we'll gravitate toward the fringes to commune for a few moments with the natural world. It's always been gratifying to know we're "birds of a feather" in that regard. With Julie's expertise in biology and chemistry, and my habit of keeping one eye on the woods at all times (except when I'm driving, of course - Of course!), even a brief errand across town holds the potential for a meaningful encounter with nature. 

Great Egret hunting in roadside canal. Hyde County, NC

So when our travel plans involve greater distances, the opportunities for encounters with nature increase in proportion with the distance traveled. Yesterday we headed "Down East" to Little Washington for a visit with Julie's grandmother. As luck would have it, Julie's parents were also there, so we had a wonderful visit, during which Julie's dad shared several great stories of his experiences surveying a vast tract of land in Hyde County, North Carolina, near Lake Mattamuskeet. 

Great Egret, plumes afurl in a chilly wind

Lake Mattamuskeet is legendary for its critical place along the North American Mid-Atlantic flyway for wintering waterfowl, and here we were, not more than 70 miles away. Vast distances, even with good highways, require time to travel, so we knew we'd have relatively little time at the lake before dark, but we decided to make the trek anyway.

Double-crested Cormorant cruising the shallows of Mattamuskeet

Recognizing the hazards in allowing his swivel-necked dad behind the wheel on narrow roads flanked by 14 foot drainage canals on either side, Jay, newly licensed to drive in NC, graciously agreed to drive. Four bald eagles and innumerable old white farmhouses later, we had passed through Yeatesville, Pantego, Belhaven and Swan Quarter and arrived in the vicinity of Mattamuskeet. 

Belted Kingfisher hiding from view along the shore of Mattamuskeet

Hunter diligently maintained a list of some thirty bird species we encountered along the way, but lists went by the wayside during a magical 30 minutes at sunset on the shores of the lake itself. As Jay turned onto a narrow dirt lane leading to the offices of the Lake Mattamuskeet National Wildlife Refuge,  we were left speechless by the beauty of this place and its inhabitants. Herons, egrets, coots, cormorants, kingfishers and geese in a single sweeping glance. Ducks we could not name settled onto the lake's golden surface, and small perching birds we didn't recognize called from the reeds and shrubs.

American coots excited by our arrival 



 

A song without words.



 

As night fell, Dad remembered that he had hoped to see tundra swans. 



 

The swans obliged.

Feeding quietly in the shelter of the dike.

Oblivious to the watchers.

Mattamuskeet moments...

Paradise in the Parking Lot...

Four calling birds showed up at our local shopping center just as the Christmas rush got underway.

They speak of the sea, but if they be seagulls, they're a few hundred miles off course; more likely they're inland-wintering Ring-billed gulls lured in by the promise of the Golden Arches just across the way... 

They hardly seem to share Joni Mitchell's disdain for pavement and parking lots; 

in fact, it would only take one sympathetic burger-bearing stranger to transform this chilly, barren wasteland into a paradise worthy of Jimmy Buffett. 

At the moment, however, these aerial buccaneers would probably be thrilled just to snatch a few french fried potatoes...

...My True Love Gave to Me...a Starling in a Pear Tree!

The Callery pear (perhaps you know it as a Bradford pear) came to the US as a gift from Asia early in the last century, and after commercial cultivars were introduced by the USDA in the early 1960's, it was quickly adopted all over America as the perfect landscape tree. Fast growing, nicely shaped, lovely white blossoms in early spring, masses of green leaves in summer and spectacular fall color;  there was almost no concern about its invasive nature since the cultivars did not produce viable seeds.

You met the European starling (a gift from Europe) in an earlier post. It loves the fruit of the Bradford pear, and the pear produces fruit in incredible abundance. Unfortunately, over time, the various cultivars of the Callery pear have become so commonly planted they've managed to cross-pollinate and bear fruit with viable seeds. The root stock used for grafting various cultivars is often from a different seed-bearing genotype as well. When the roots then produce flower-bearing shoots, they can fertilize the blossoms of the grafted cultivar, yielding fruit with fertile seeds.

When the non-native starling feasts on the thousands of frost-softened fruit of the non-native Callery pear, the now-viable seeds are often deposited on fertile ground, creating thickets of pears which out-compete and stifle many native plants. Starlings flock to these fruit-filled thickets, ...

and the "gifts" just keep on giving.

El Lagarto, Gimme some skin!

El Lagarto. Allagarter.  Alligator. 

The Lizard. 

  That's one heck of a lizard...

Knowing smile replete with dozens of impressive ivories, "el lagarto" basks motionless in the early winter sunshine of piedmont North Carolina. Largest of North American reptiles, an alligator this size is a true apex predator with little to fear other than humans with a hankering for accessories fashioned from lizard leather. Hard to imagine this critter losing its skin in a fair fight.

Hunted to near extinction in many areas by the 1960's, federal laws and effective conservation efforts have restored healthy alligator populations in much of their historic range. The Cypress Swamp habitat at the NC Zoological Park allows visitors an opportunity to observe and appreciate these awesome creatures up close.

Looking quite comfortable in its own skin, el lagarto is arguably more like a bird than a lizard in several important ways, including its four-chambered heart.   El pajaro, anyone? El ave, perhaps?

Song of Spring

Little bird, little bird, sing your song,

That tune you learned just last spring.

Warmth and life and joy it brings...

Sing, little bird, sing your song.

Little bird, little bird, why so mum?

Winter's here; the flowers, they are gone.

Our hearts, they crave just one more song

Of Hope...  Of Love...

Of Spring...

Web of Life

Fall's first "hard" frost is history, but here in the Carolinas, winter has yet to gain full sway. Thunder rocked the night just ended, and the atmospheric clash of titans yielded much-needed moisture here below.

The frost has claimed our intrepid orb-weaver, but her trap lingers on, entangling dozens of  dripping fugitives from the tumult on high. Life-giving water, poised among the fruit-filled branches.

On the very eve of winter's deep slumber, nature hints at what's to come. Winter shall have her turn, but spring awaits...

Water. Seeds. 

Beautiful. Delicate. 

Vital strands in life's tenacious web.

Going Green; Cold-blooded Chameleon

With the advent of winter, reptiles tend to make themselves scarce, even along the relatively temperate 35th parallel. This clever Carolina anole not only found enough warmth to venture forth, it even located a proper canvas for going green during a generally brown season in central Carolina.

A favorite science teacher would likely amend the title of this post with the much more appropriate and accurate ectothermic, as "cold" is such a relative term, and this amazing animal is able to regulate its body temperature by basking in the glow of a rather effective external heat source.

Whether this brief foray is solely about le soleil remains to be seen.

Perhaps the warmth will entice another ectotherm or two to brave the winter chill this afternoon.

If so, at least one little green garbed watcher awaits...