Monday, November 2, 2015

A Love Letter

by June Jacobson

Stephen Jenkinson, author of Die Wise, spoke at the Death:OK Conference recently, and alluded that people investing in a wilder land and culture are writing “love letters to the earth”. As much as I like to think that I’m good at writing love letters to the earth on a daily basis, they’re really more like short, sweet notes. A couple examples:

 (In Gosling tone)
“Hey bears. I know how much you love that apple tree down by the garden at Camp Trackers. I’ll leave most of the apples for you and I hope you don’t mind if I show the kids what a good climber you are, and the impressive size of your poop and paws?”

AND...

"Hey Yard. I know some people will look at you and think you're not tidy enough. But I see the critters that survive the winter in that jungle and am happy you're a wild place right now. I hope you don't mind that I cull a few specific plants now and then. I think my reasons are sound, but we'll see what you think in the years to come. I'll be paying attention."
 

Love notes straight from the heart. Full of good intention for a loving relationship. But the longer love letter I’m crafting until the day I die is a bit more intimate, and if I’m lucky, one day that letter will be wrapped in a "woolen envelope” and delivered into the ground.

By "love letter", I mean my cold, dead body, and by "woolen envelope”, I mean a shroud like blanket made of wool my sheep grew, I spun and then wove. Maybe the sheep will even graze in the meadow where I'm buried...just maybe.

I’m no expert on death, but from what I understand, we all die, we all become part of the earth again(although it takes a long *@#!*%$ time the way people are doing it these days), and we all become food for something else in the process. Our death is a gift to an infinite number of lives.

When it sunk in that my death was not just be about me anymore, in fact never was, I was left with new perspective and a ton of questions. If you feel a similar way, you’re not alone. I just attended a conference with 500 people in this region mulling over the same questions. Death is something that happens to every living thing on the planet and it’s totally worth talking about. Start with the ones you love?

Jenkinson closed by reminding us that Death is probably the most reliable companion we can ever have in this life, so we may as well get to know it and see what it has to teach us about living. So, why not build on that lifelong relationship and let it remind us to be grateful we’re still moving aroundn on this troubled but beautiful earth another day?

Cool, well, enjoy the season! Things are dying all around us every day. I feel all sorts of ways about it and have a letter to write.

Sunday, November 1, 2015

Robin: The Unsung Hero

Robin: The Unsung Hero
by Jenni Bradley
Imagine yourself all bundled up, piping hot cup of coffee warming your hands, satisfying your taste buds and slowly drawing your brain out of its morning fog, the air is cool and crisp, but invigorating, almost as invigorating as the coffee, you can see your breath swirl and mingle with the steam of the coffee and all is blissfully quiet, everything is still  tucked and cuddled away in heavenly sleep, dead to the world, even the sun is not “up” yet, and then...out of the darkness, shattering the nocturnal silence comes the harbinger of dawn, nature’s wake up call, to announce the beginning of a glorious new day, the rich, melodious song of a robin.

Get real! Hard to imagine yourself getting up before dawn to listen to the birds? Sounds totally crazy? Me too! Until 2 things happened: I read What the Robin Knows by Jon Young and had the profoundly disturbing and motivating realization that I have spent the majority of my three plus decades on this planet outdoors, completely oblivious to an entire symphony of communication and understanding that was constantly going on around me. That was all the motivation and inspiration I needed, and my sunrise sit spot has become a part of my daily routine, sometimes the best part, the benefits of which are too numerous to list here, and of which I highly recommend you find out for yourself. In this spirit of inspiration and appreciation, for this month’s animal profile I proudly present the American Robin, in sincere hopes that you too will come to know its predawn song and individual habits and behaviors well.

The American Robin (Turdus migratorius) is one of the most common and well known birds in all of North America, with its classic, distinctive brick red breast and gray to black head, tail and wings.
The American robin is a medium sized pot-bellied, migratory bird in the Thrush family weighing in on average at 2.7 oz.  and measuring 23-28cm with a wing-span of 31-41cm.
Robins live and breed throughout North America, from Alaska and Canada to Florida and Mexico. While robins occasionally overwinter in the northern part of the United States and southern Canada, many depart to migrate to the southern US and Mexico by late August and begin their return north in February or March, with exact dates varying with latitude, climate and variations in seasonal weather. [We see robins all year long here in Oregon, so you it's not too late to start listening this Fall and Winter! JJ]
Robins are mostly active during the day and their rich song is commonly the first of the morning in Spring and summer, often starting before sunrise. During breeding season in spring and summer, robins form monogamous pair bonds that last through the breeding season. The mated pairs forage, nest, protect and care for young together.
Outside of  breeding season, in winter, robins are more social and form and forage in large flocks of hundreds, thousands and even hundreds of thousands, often concentrating around winter food sources such as berry producing trees. Fruit, especially berries account for 60% of the robins’ year round diet with insects, worms, and spiders comprising the majority of their summer diet when they are feeding young and foraging in breeding pairs and are less social. Robins often forage on the ground for worms and insects, especially in the morning and are known for their characteristic, stop, start foraging motion, where they run quickly for several steps and stop abruptly and stare or cock their head apparently listening before plunging in for prey. Robins use vision, hearing and smell and possibly vibrotactile cues to locate prey with vision being the most predominant.


In spring, males arrive to nesting grounds before females and establish and defend their territories by singing and occasionally fighting. In the early stages of courtship, a female may be pursued by several males. Males court females by spreading and raising their tails, shaking their wings, inflating their white-striped throats, and of course singing. During spring pairing, mates may engage in a display where the male and female approach one another and hold their bills wide open, then touch them together.
Females do most of the nest building, forming the nests from inside out by pressing grasses, twigs, and debris into a cup using the wrist of one wing. Nests are  lined with fine grass and plant fibers and coated with a solid outer foundation of mud and debris. Nests are made in trees, and shrubs, and ledges of buildings, bridges and other structures 5-25 feet above the ground. Robins are one of the earliest bird species to lay eggs in the Spring. Females generally lay 4 pale (sometimes 3-7), speckled  “robin” blue eggs. Females incubate the eggs for 12-14 days. Hatchlings are fed worms, insects and berries by both parents, though the female feeds young more. Waste does not accumulate in the nest because it is collected in a solid white clump, flown away and disposed of by the parents. Both parents are very defensive of the nest and will brazenly dive bomb any potential predators.
Young leave the nest after about 14-16 days with all chicks leaving a brood within 2 days of each other. Juveniles’ wings grow quickly and they are capable of sustained flight about 2 weeks after fledgling, but will often follow their parents begging for food after leaving the nest.  Males care for the fledgling young while females begin their second and sometimes third nesting attempts. Robins have a hard knock life and although an American Robin can produce three successful broods in a breeding season, on average, only 40% of nests successfully produce young and only 25% of those young survive to November. After that, only about half of the robins alive in any given year will survive to the next.
A smart, lucky robin can live to be 14 years old, however the average life span is about two years and the entire population turns over roughly every six years. Juvenile robins are prey for snakes, squirrels and birds such as jays, crows and ravens. Adults are preyed on by all kinds of hawks, cats, dogs, and larger snakes. Adults are most vulnerable when distracted by nesting and breeding activities and can be attacked on the ground or in flight. Large winter flocks provide more protection, as other robins can be vigilant and warn the entire flock of potential dangers and predators.

Sources: Audobon.com, Seattleaudobon.com, wikipedia.com

Seasonal Happenings: Chestnuts

Chestnuts: Squirrel them Away!
by Claire Kerwin
Chestnuts were a staple food around the world for centuries. Although species varied by region, chestnut fruits were valued for their high fiber content, chestnut wood for its hardness, and bark and husks for their tannins. In the United States, the native American Chestnut nearly became extinct in the 1900s after foreign chestnut trees introduced a blight fungus. Most of the chestnuts bought in stores today are from China and Europe, or harvested locally from European or Asian varietals. Early American settlers planted them all over the Pacific Northwest, so step outside and harvest some of your own!

Bark: Smooth when young, furrowed when older
Leaves: oval to lance shaped; toothed; pointed; top of leaves dark, bottoms lighter
Fruits: nuts encased by terrifyingly spiny husk that falls off trees and can be opened by squeezing them between your foot(wear a thick soled shoe) and the ground. There can be up to four nuts in a husk and each nut has a hairy white tipped "tail".
Uses
Nuts are edible raw but are often roasted or steamed. You can grind them into meal or flour when dried. Bark and husks are high in tannins and great for bark tanning.

Warning! You may see the similar but unrelated Horse Chestnut around town - please don’t eat these, they are considered poisonous. Horse chestnuts are rounded, encased by a drastically less spiny husk, and often times ripen earlier than the edible chestnut.
Sources:
Edible Chestnuts: Notice the spiny husk and fuzzy tail               HORSE CHESTNUTS: DO NOT EAT THESE!

Animals Are Weird

Animals Are Weird

by Wayne Dillon


Some of the most profound interactions with animals that you can ever have are the ones that you aren't looking for.

Growing up in the DC area VA, I often found myself wanting to escape. Not really knowing how to remember, I spent many times drawn to the Blue Ridge Mountains. This was where I had spent many weeks trying to learn bush craft and some flicker of self reliance. The times that were not summer where the best. There were few people that bothered me in the dead of winter, and this is where I started changing the name of my camp outs from bush craft to "cold, wet and hungry time".  
One of the mornings in this pursuit, I found myself a terrible, dark mood. The previous night I had attempted a debris shelter and spent the rest of the night wide awake trying not to freeze to death. When the sun came up, I went to one of my favorite places. Great Stony Man, in the center of Shenandoah, has a kind of magic and austere beauty that helps me to calm down and to think. I was debating as to whether it would be worth it to stay and keep trying.  
Approaching the summit, I happened upon a group of crows in the middle of playing.  They were used to me by now. I was one of the few people they saw regularly this time of year. Sitting on my favorite stone, it was hard to ignore the crows and focus on my 'oh so serious' problems.  I noticed that there game kept getting closer until they were only a few feet away playing catch. There were 7 crows with 1 stick. The wind at this peak was refreshing and steady and they were using it to hover in front of me and play king of the stick. When one of them would bother the stick holder, try to grab it from him and drop it, as it fell beneath the cliff, several would dive over the edge for it. A moment later, one would appear triumphant. Holding the stick, it would wiggle its wing hovering 5 feet away from me showing what had happened. It won that round.
Needless to say, I was completely engrossed for hours until they finally went off to their one devices and weird lives.  The best of moods had come over me. My problems were not quite so important. I found a calm energy that stayed with for the rest of the day. I added much and many improvements to my shelter and ate what food I had. In that calm productive mood, I also found that the animals that still lived in the area that time of year cared far less about my presence and would come much closer. The forest seamed happier.
That was one of my favorite lessons from the trickster of the woods. Don't rush but do. Your pursuit Is not serious, but sincere. Move. Continue. Every day is a good day.