Evidence

I’m used to looking out at the greenhouse and seeing strange trails through the condensation that forms on the inner surfaces of the ‘glass’ (not really glass,) because the leopard snails have a tendency to creep inside and then cruise about the interior. But this morning, the tracks were a bit different.

tracks of treefrog through condensation on interior of greenhouse panels
Definitely not a snail there, but it only took a moment to determine what it was. If it helps, we’ll go in for a more specific look.

impression of treefrog in condensationThere’s actually an impression/outline of the body in there, as well as some outlying limbs, especially at upper right with the widespread toes. This is, of course, evidence of a treefrog having gotten inside during the night.

I made an examination of the walls and plants within in an attempt to locate it, because I know they’re notorious about forgetting how they got into some enclosure; several have died on our screened porch from just this habit. My search turned up nothing, though I knew it would be hiding during the day, and so I bided my time until tonight, when I recommenced the exam well after dark. That was a brief search, because the culprit, a green treefrog, was splayed out on the glass in plain sight immediately upon entering. I removed it to a safe location, getting thoroughly urinated on in the process, but know I’ll have to do this semi-routinely (the search I mean,) since this is the second frog found within. But at least this one left some cool tracks.

New York: The… somethings…

It’s been a while getting to this point, because I had to shoot some video for it, which took even longer because I had to reshoot one of the clips when it turned out badly, and then of course all the editing and voiceover hoohah that goes along with it.

Anyway, what we’re talking about today are fossils. On the trip up to central New York last month, I got the chance to revisit a fossil field not too far away and collected a nice pile of them, effortlessly, really. I took this opportunity because I’m fascinated with fossils, and there is virtually no chance of finding any within a few hundred kilometers of Walkabout Studios in NC, due to the geology: what exists here is ancient seabed, remarkably far underground, and the only way to find the fossil-bearing layers is to be within a deep quarry. But the Finger Lakes region of NY is a different matter, and while the fossils there are old (waaaayyyy before dinosaurs of any kind, way before any land animals,) they’ve been exposed by the glacial activity that made the lakes themselves. This does mean that they’re mostly very peculiar looking and unrecognizable unless you’ve studied those periods of time, which I haven’t, so relying on me to explain just what you’re seeing is foolish. But let’s start with the video.


And now, some closeups of a few of those, and others, for some real detail:

unidentified fossils from NY
The hockey-puck-like critters are fairly common, but this is the first I’ve seen where the radial detail is so well-defined. I really should do a bunch of research to tell you what these are, but I’m lazy.

unidentified fossils from NY
Can’t even speculate on these, but the color difference is marked. Also, look to the upper right, and you’ll see the edge of a preserved shell again, the whitish portion bordering the cream-colored arc.

unidentified fossils from NY
While small, the relief and defined edges on this one is remarkable, almost appearing sharp enough to cut someone. It speaks to how fine the sediment was. The lines of the mat underneath are half-inch blocks, so about 12mm apart.

unidentified fossils from NY
A closer look at the maybe-trilobite seen in the video, to the left, with lots of company. Resist the urge to spell it, “trilobyte” – I know I have to constantly remind myself.

unidentified fossils, with a pair of trilobites, from NY
Now this is definitely a pair of trilobites, in the center, with some classic-looking shells and a hockey puck. Not big, of course, hardly anything to show off, but distinct nonetheless. That’s a millimeter scale, so roughly 5mm in length.

unidentified fossils from central New York
Again, some recognizable shellfish and, what, some vegetation? Really cool textures, anyway.

I remarked before about the longevity of the scallop shape, trivially changed over a period of 400 million years. If it works, it works, even though our egotistic perspective would usually consider them, “primitive.” Less than 10 million years ago, we were 1/3 our present size and tree-dwellers, and 65 million years ago, close to rats in shape. Hoity-toity.

unidentified fossils from central New York
Again, not very big, but the fine detail preserved within those grooves is astounding, requiring high magnification to appreciate. I may revisit this one later on.

unidentified fossils from central New York
A snake? Not at all, though something wormlike cannot be ruled out, but I’m leaning towards vegetation, myself. A few millimeters in width, length tops out at maybe 50.

unidentified fossil, likeyl a leaf, from central New York
A better look at one from the video, almost certainly a leaf, but again, the detail is impressive, and you can see how it disappears under the rock and reappears. Yes, one day I’ll try to remove that, but unlike much of the rest, this bit seems solid and unyielding.

All of those were from one specific area on the edge of Skaneateles Lake, a few kilometers from Carpenters Falls – down North Glen Haven Road/Rt 66A, if you want to know, and to the best of my knowledge it’s a right-of-way and not someone’s property, but don’t quote me on that. There was evidence of others doing the same fossil-hunting there, anyway. But two lakes and thirty-some kilometers west at Cayuga Lake, at the Gatsby mansion where I was staying (because you know the income from nature photography demands only the finest accommodations,) some old walls, made of stone quarried only a few hundred meters away right on the lake shore, showed their own collection of fossils, though mostly nondescript shellfish; this time I did some scale shots.

quarried stone showing plethora of fossils, alongside Cayuga Lake, NY
This stuff was not about to be broken apart by hand, as the quarried edges imply, but at the same time, nothing appeared interesting enough to even make the attempt. A few kilometers north of here, on the farm where I grew up, we had a retaining wall with a similar such rock, deeply embedded with shells and impressions, and no way to separate a specimen that could be lifted, much less pocketed.

quarried stone showing plethora of fossils, alongside Cayuga Lake, NY
I’m going to cheat a little, because as I said, we never hiked to a good vantage of Carpenters Falls this time, so here’s a photo from 2009 to illustrate something.

Carpenters Falls on Skaneateles Lake, NY, with people for scale
As you can see, the entire region is largely slate, layers upon layers of sediment built up over millions of years, but only very select portions seem to bear any fossils at all. The conditions have to be just right, oxygen-free mud or ash or whatever and a serious accumulation of it all at once, else the dead organisms simply decompose or are scavenged. But when there are fossils, there tends to be millions of them all together. The spot seen in the video is some 20 meters lower in elevation than the bottom of the falls, and my brother has remarked that he’s never found any fossils around the base of these falls, implying that fossil-bearing layers in this visible, broad timeline of sedimentary deposition are few, if not nonexistent. Odd, but that’s the way it goes.

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A few, largely unrelated notes. In the video, you’ll hear a distinct difference in quality and timbre between the narration recorded after the fact with the proper podcasting microphone, and the stuff recorded on the fly with the mic built into the camera body – I probably should have at least donned a lapel mic, but oh well.

The rig was worthy of some illustrations, too, especially for the reshoot, since the first clip had focus issues – the range of sharp focus was short, and I wasn’t very good at keeping the rocks I was handling within that range. For the reshoot, I had the external monitor attached and supported in front of me, so while my hands were pointing out details, my head was bent down with my eye up to the magnifying viewfinder eyecup half of the time. Camera on the tripod with the lateral arm extended for a near-vertical perspective (one leg up on the desk itself right alongside my keyboard,) two lamps, and my arms snaking amongst it all to be in front of the camera.

Oh, and Monster decided she wanted to hang out, but in clearing the space for shooting video, I’d covered over her main desktop bed (there are two beds on my desk for the cats, because they insist) – so she’d stretched out just beyond the video setting, above the mat, and was fast asleep during the shoot, just outside the view of the camera. I kind of expected her to interrupt the video, but she behaved herself very nicely.

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hamadryas baboon Papio hamadryas Prudence being a typically immodest simian
Yes, we’ve passed the halfway mark, but there’s still a lot more to go and no sign that actual humor might make the briefest appearance, much like Jimmy Fallon and just as unashamed and oblivious. This week we see Prudence in the profile pic for her OnlyFannies account, and you can interpret that in the American or British way – doesn’t matter, both accurate. Most people speculate that her name is what prompted her to enter into this line of work, that whole armchair psychology thing since the phrase “daddy issues” is becoming passé, while others speculate on the origin of the word “speculate” and wonder if it was really necessary to use it with this subject matter. Regardless, Prudence is quite happy with how she earns her living, and is starting a school on blatantly presenting the goods while not appearing to be blatant, which will (of course) have more subscribers than actual students so, really, she barely even needs to know what she’s talking about. And don’t ask where her left hand is. Prudence was teased all through school, but seriously, everyone was teased all through school, that’s what school’s for, so who gives a shit? And that’s all we’re gonna say about teasing. She does, however, give generously to charities such as Baboons Opposed to Oppressive BullieS and Forbidding Unwanted Remarks Beyond Ethically Redefined Gender Roles, but we suspect this is only for the bumper stickers. Prudence enjoys long walks on the beach, quiet bistros, remote mountaintops, and other locations where she can flash the hamster without cops ruining the shoot. Her favorite conspiracy is whether Gilligan was actually employed by industry rivals to keep Mr Howell out of the picture.

In some five billion years or so there won’t be a ‘next week,’ so there’s still hope. Be strong.

Days past

Just before leaving on this most recent trip, we got a text from a neighbor that the nearby pond was hosting a surfeit of great egrets, so we set aside a few minutes to go over and see them. Hurricane/Tropical Storm Elsa had passed through a couple of days previously, and this was potentially what fostered their appearance; I know a pair had shown up a few years back in similar circumstances, but we generally have at least one egret visit for several days at some point in the year regardless. A flock was a different matter, however, especially since they don’t tend to flock.

On the way over, I saw a juvenile hawk fly up to a branch and sit, regarding me warily but without too much fear.

juvenile sharp-shinned hawk Accipiter striatus or cooper's hawk Accipiter cooperii watching photographer over shoulder
The long bare legs and especially long talons peg this as an accipiter, one of the bird-eating hawks, and the gold eyes tell this is a juvenile, but whether it’s a sharp-shinned hawk (Accipiter striatus) or Cooper’s hawk (Accipiter cooperii) I can’t say, because they only good way to tell is the tail in flight and I failed to note it in the brief moment before it landed here. I’ve been seeing more Coopers, though, so I’m leaning in that direction. It stayed put for a lot of frames, but I liked this one for the sun on the head.

That wasn’t what we were after, though, and we soon moved on (actually, we moved on when I attempted to circle around a tree for a different shooting angle on the hawk and it tired of my suspicious activity and flew off, but that’s neither here nor there.) The great egrets (Ardea alba) proved very spooky and thus hard to draw close to, not at all helped by the oblivious people strolling around the pond chasing them off as soon as we were closing in ourselves, so I only have two photos to feature here.

great egret Ardea alba perched in damnable longneedle pine tree
How long they actually remained at the pond, I can’t say, because I left that evening on my leg of the trip (The Girlfriend joined me later by air, and that’s another post or five,) but I know they’re not there now. This one was already hesitant over my approach but at least I could use the light; another was hidden in a nearby tree almost overhead and spooked before I even saw it, encouraging this one to follow. They remained within the perimeter of the pond though.

four great egrets Ardea alba congregating on pond edge
The neighbor who had alerted us counted seven, but we ended up revising that to ten, with some difficulty since the birds were spread out and tended to flit from location to location, or disappear behind cover, while we were attempting to confirm the counts. That’s a lot for this pond, or indeed most spots in the immediate area; they’re pretty solitary and usually appear in pairs at the most. And since we’re well away from migration season, I’m gonna blame Elsa.

But that was all we really had time for – I personally was already behind in my preparations, and had a long drive ahead. That part’s coming…

Chinese buffet

Returning from this past trip, I noticed that one of the Chinese mantises (Tenodera sinensis) was now perched on the balloon flowers within easy reach of the cat mint, which is notorious for attracting pollinators by the boatload, and thus was almost twice the size as when I’d last seen one due to this proximity to effortless meals.

mid-size Chinese mantis Tenodera sinensis staring into camera
I realize that this doesn’t show scale at all, which I did think about while shooting but had no simple solution to. Roughly, pushing the 6cm mark, so noticeably approaching adult size now though still a little ways off – call it a teenager. It likely thought that it was shielded from good view by that leaf overhead, and my initial shots had it in shadow, but I know how to maneuver a flash unit.

This image is cropped a little, about 3/4 of the full frame, but now we’re gonna go in closer for the details, because I’m Al Denelsbeck, and this is Walkabout.

Chinese mantis Tenodera sinensis in closeup showing eyes in day to night transition
The eye facets are of course a nice touch, but what I’m showing here is the coloration, since this was taken at dusk last night and the eyes were in transition between the striped green daylight appearance and the pure glossy block nighttime fashion. The camouflage isn’t necessary at night, and the lack of pigmentation boosts their vision. Or so I’m told.

Nearby on the old man Japanese maple (the one that came with the house,) another mantis showed almost the same growth spurt and was slightly more cooperative in posing.

mid-size Chinese mantis Tenodera sinensis posed on Japanese maple
I said slightly – I could have done without that leaf cutting across the forehead, but this was considerably better than my initial perspective. Once you commit to doing macro work in the field (or the front yard, as it were,) you will get into some peculiar and hard-to-maintain positions, and ones without cute little yoga names, too.

Triumphant return

… or something.

I’m back from my escape room adventures, which have been greatly exaggerated, but that’s what you’d expect from someone who blew the post title twice (should have been Profiles of Nature, and we’re only up to 28.) Good thing I haven’t paid him…

Anyway, it was another trip, and I’ll provide a photo to let you guess where this time. Really, it’s been far too much time on the road lately, but so it goes. Your clue:

roseate spoonbill Platalea ajaja and unconfirmed gull, likely herring gull Larus argentatus, hanging out
Believe me, I had plenty to post before this trip, so I’ve got content for a while. I just have to get to it. Stay, as they used to say in the earlier days of radio frequency broadcasting, tuned.

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Note:
Rumor has it that the person who usually does these profiles is currently on hour 14 of a 1 hour escape room. He is shouting through the door to the now empty lobby that “I’ve almost got it!” And “NO HINTS!”. That person should be back for the next Profile in Nature. It has fallen to me to perform this task. You’d think that I would know something about nature – or at least have a decent profile, but no – “nature” is that really big room on the other side of my front door, and my head is shaped like a forgotten potato in the back pantry.

“bird
This is a bird. He is a big bird, (not that Big Bird, but he did audition for the part.) a big, brown bird sitting on a wood thingy, who can’t believe you barged right into the bathroom while he was trying to figure out the bidet. Either that or Martha brought up the whole “Where is the missing egg?” issue again. How was he supposed to keep track of all three while the game was on? You know what? Martha can go jump off a lake! These are very sharp foot thingys and this hard mouth part can cut through molten steel when angered, so she better just stop bringing that up. This bird has a wingspan, and could fly, but like so many today, they are all waiting longer to get their licenses. It’s a generational thing, who has time for flying anyway? Blame it on social media, everyone else does. He did not realize that flying was even an option until late in life. The problem started with coddling parents (who did okay giving him roots but forgot about the other half of that quote), then there was the whole Erica Jong-thing, and finally, as a young adult, he was too embarrassed to attend flight school with the other hatchlings. (By the way, that’s why he initially contact the Children’s Television Network about a role where he could keep his feet on the ground at all times.) Finally, he left the nest and started hanging with the cool birds who knew how to fly, but couldn’t be bothered. That’s where he met Martha. Lately, he starting getting into preening, but he watched a David Attenborough documentary on peacocks, so that idea bit the ghost. The most discouraging revelation, thanks to Martha, was that he didn’t have to be a chicken to be hen-pecked. “What? No, we had plenty of Pringles, nobody ate the egg!” He doesn’t have a lot to look forward to, but sometimes, that’s the way the ball crumbles.

If you join us next week, hopefully the person who usually does this will be back, but if not, you will be introduced to a bug.

New York: The raptors

osprey Pandion haliaetus hanging out in dead tree before fierce storm
I have a ton of bird photos from the New York leg of the trip to feature, so this seemed to be the best way to break them up; unfortunately, the remaining ones may be a little while in coming, since some obligations are coming up. Right here, we have an osprey (Pandion haliaetus, but you already knew that,) hanging out in a dead tree near the Gatsby mansion as the sky turned foreboding. This is very likely the same one seen wheeling overhead in the storm video, which was taken… well, I don’t know how much later it was taken, because video clips do not have EXIF data and the file tags are all over the place, but none of them are accurate. We’ll just say less than 20 minutes later almost directly underneath this perch.

Like the bald eagles around here at Jordan Lake, the osprey have exploded around Cayuga Lake, at least, partially due to supporting efforts in the area: there are scores of manmade nesting platforms all throughout the region, which I regret not stopping to do a few pics of – most of the time I was on my way someplace when I passed, not able to stop, but laziness plays a role too. I mean, I’d been shooting an active nest with young from a great vantage before I arrived in NY, so my lower angle looking up at nest edges wasn’t comparing, you know?

While touring Montezuma National Wildlife Refuge at one point, an osprey started fishing in a small channel just off the drive, practically hovering in the headwind and providing a very consistent view as I leaned out the window.

osprey Pandion haliaetus nearly hovering over fishing spot
No, that’s not enough – let’s go in closer for the details.

hovering osprey Pandion haliaetus in closeup
This is a full-resolution crop of the same frame, lightened just slightly to show the eye better, but I want to draw your attention to the color cast of the underside, since that green hue came from the reflection of the marsh grasses alongside the channel. Bear in mind that the bird was 20 meters up, maybe slightly less, but the grasses were extensive and vibrant enough to act as fill lighting in this manner. Cool.

That one never did spot a fish in the brief session nearby, while another one cruised through slowly – again, heading into the wind so it took its time in passing. I snagged a few frames of that one too, including one as it turned to look directly at me.

osprey Pandion haliaetus in flight looking at photographer
Varying distance and a little difficulty in pinning down the details sharply enough meant I was trusting autofocus, which was slightly off for this frame – of course. There was nothing else to focus on, but it still seems to twitch a little too much, though the jiggling of the lens and the image stabilizing effects might contribute too. Ah well – better than I was ever getting with the old Sigma 170-500.

As I made my way along, the drive took a sharp bend, and eventually I could look back on a tree that had been ahead of me, finding one of the ospreys (perhaps) had taken a perch and was attempting to be regal, so I did a wide variety of frames for the fartistic, semi-abstract approach.

osprey Pandion haliaetus perched in fartsy dead tree
Subjects like this are the kind that I recommend working the hell out of, since it can be presented in countless ways depending on framing and focal length. In fact, I just went back now to look closer at the originals, because it seemed like the bird’s body was aligning with the branch extremely well, but it turns out that the bird is actually behind the branch underneath – technically, further out on the same branch, but falling behind it from our perspective here; other frames show the tailfeathers peeking out from beneath.

And then, we go in closer for the eye contact.

osprey Pandion haliaetus in dead tree appearing to grin stupidly
Obviously, it realized I was shooting, and provided this wholly unconvincing grin – ospreys aren’t known for being naturals in front of the camera.

Okay, fine, ospreys cannot grin at all – it’s just a trick of the angle. Happy now? But note the change in background color. The sky was uniformly clear but slightly hazy, and the color change comes solely from the change in shooting angle, this being almost into the sun. Good to pay attention to for the best effect in your scenics.

And now we’ll return to one I teased about, oh, many days ago now.

Out early in the morning at the mansion, I was wandering the lake edge and looking for subjects, knowing there were bald eagles in the area but seeing nothing save a woodpecker. And then, I heard the soft, brief calls of an eagle, almost idle, and very close by – like, within one of the trees on the property. I started a slow stalk of the area, pausing frequently to peer hard into the trees, trying to remain inconspicuous even though I knew I was close enough for easy spotting by anyone, much less eagle-eyed, um, eagles. Unfortunately, I saw an adult fly off as I approached, naturally taking a tack well away from a clear view, but out of curiosity, I maintained my slow approach and concentrated on the region that it had flown from. This suspicion paid off nicely.

juvenile bald eagle Haliaeetus leucocephalus feeding on fish in tree
That’s a first-year juvenile bald eagle (Haliaeetus leucocephalus) working on a fish, most likely (judging from the age, the calls, and the departing adult) brought to it by that adult, which may indicate that this one really wasn’t long out of the nest. This also fits with the time frame, being late nesting season in NY. This is a cropped frame, but not by a lot; the full frame follows:

juvenile bald eagle Haliaeetus leucocephalus full frame
Yes, this is at 600mm, but I was close – if it hadn’t been for the meal, I’m quite sure the eagle would have flown off. I was a good boy and remained where I was, making only slight shifts in position for the clearest view, with no sounds and minimal camera motion. The dampness of the bark is likely where the adult plopped down with the still-dripping fish.

juvenile bald eagle Haliaeetus leucocephalus staring into camera
The eagle was most certainly well aware of my presence, but the meal was more captivating. I’ve seen this from several different species: food takes precedent, and it sometimes provides a slight edge in that, if you’ve managed to get close while the bird was intent on a meal, they’ll accept your presence afterward since you behaved yourself. It’s not a hard rule – many species will simply fly off with their food – but it’s worked more than a few times.

juvenile bald eagle Haliaeetus leucocephalus in profile after discarding scraps
And so you know, despite the fact that it’s only a few months old, by the time they leave the nest, most raptors are the size of the parents, so this bird was big. My working distance was roughly 20 meters, maybe a little more, and this guy stood better than half a meter tall – the wingspan would have teased two meters.

juvenile bald eagle Haliaeetus leucocephalus in near-silhouette
After finishing its meal, it hopped a short ways along the branch, and I shifted position more to silhouette it against the sky, showing off the telltale ‘scruffy’ head feathers, lifting up on the neck, that always made me feel that ‘bald’ eagle was a stupid name; you can always see the feathers standing up! The scientific name is a more accurate description, and certainly more PC.

The eagle never flew away while I was there, so I take some credit for being unobtrusive (or perhaps nowhere near big enough for the eagle to feel threatened – take your pick.) I simply moved on once I had more than enough photos to make it worthwhile. A little later on, however, I returned to the spot directly underneath its perch, hoping to find some feathers, even though at this age, it hasn’t had flight feathers long enough to be molting them anyway. But the remains of its meal were evident.

discarded remains of bald eagle meal
Huh! Back in my day, we ate the entire bullhead! And we were grateful!

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cecropia moth Hyalophora cecropia caterpillar Telemachus giggling like a schoolgirl
This week we’re meeting Telemachus, just discovering that if you run into a door and you’re covered with spikes, this really hurts. Telemachus wants to be one of the top stuntcaterpillars in the business, and since there are presently no stuntcaterpillars in the business (this being Busby’s Budget Bookbindery in Brisbane,) he’s got both ends of that spectrum licked, actually. This is perhaps good, because he’s kinda hard on airbags and got stuck fast to the big stone ball in the defiled temple, but the blooper reel is gonna be fire, or yeet, or some such genz term. Telemachus is extremely devout, saying a prayer before each stunt and very often afterwards too, though those are mostly about walking again. He donates no money to the church, however, because “donate” does not involve guilt-trips or pious extortion, and are usually for good causes and not billboards trying to find the six people on the planet that have not actually heard of jesus. His hearing is terrible right now, so he’s saving up to visit a mohel and correct this (you probably don’t want to look that up if you didn’t get it.) He does not actually glow in the dark – I know, we were disappointed too. He also has a distinct fear of flying, so things are going to take a sharp downturn later in the summer (stay with us, here.) Telemachus dreams of having a lot of kids eat shit and die; school was not kind to him. His favorite thing to wonder why his grandmother had is a glass menagerie.

If you join us next week, we’ll promise not to continue this until the end of the year, but we’ll still justify doing it anyway by the fact that you keep coming back.

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