No one needed to know

So, here’s how my thinking goes sometimes. I have a few images largely unrelated to other things that can thus be in a short post, and was considering when to put them up. These kind of things serve as a buffer between longer, info-heavy posts, and I do have one of those coming – but I also have the Profiles of Nature post tomorrow, and that does the job too. And I’m also trying to keep the post count higher, but no one knows why.

Meanwhile, yesterday while entering the greenhouse, I spotted a green Carolina anole (Anolis carolinensis) on the tree just overhead. I’ve been encouraging them (mentally, mostly) to proliferate in the yard, but generally there’s the barest proof that they exist and that’s it. Returning with the camera, the lizard was nowhere to be seen, naturally. An examination at night by the headlamp yielded no sign, nor did this morning’s check.

Then I went out on the front steps to fill a couple of watering globes for the basil, sitting there for several minutes since they’re slow to fill. All set, put the pots back where they were, turn to the side, and a meter away on the balloon flower I find this.

Carolina anole Anolis carolinesis perched on balloon flower Platycodon grandiflorus
Since this is the opposite side of the house from the one I spotted yesterday, I’m 99% certain it’s a different one, so that means at least two in the yard, which is good – not the goal, of course, but a start. Most likely it was there the entire time I was filling the globes, being inconspicuous and waiting for me to get the hell out of Dodge. It remained long enough for me to scamper in and get the camera (no, I did not have it in hand, again, stop rubbing it in and making me feel bad,) and lean in for several frames, while generally the only motion it made was with its eyes, scanning the area ensuring that its paths of escape remained clear.

Caolinra anole Anolis carolinensis posing on balloon flower Platycodon grandiflorus
Of course I played with the framing while the anole was holding still. The splash of color was right there, so incorporating it more strongly just took some repositioning.

And closer.

Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis being cooperative
This one, however, needs a tighter examination. Even handheld in natural light, the Mamiya 80mm macro performs pretty damn well (I’m certain all the praise that I heap upon it has caused a run on the used lens market, from all my avid readers,) and there’s a detail that I wanted to bring attention to.

closeup profile of carolina anole Anolis carolinensis showing ear
This is not quite full resolution, and focus was ever-so-slightly off from perfect, but I wanted to point out the ear hole there to the left, where you can see inside of it. Considering that this is 2mm across at the most, I’m pleased.

Plus the mosaic nature of their skin deserves plenty of attention, even if they do tend to go heavy on the eye-shadow.

(If you go back to the version above, which is full-frame, you may notice a little hair on the anole’s chin, which I shamelessly removed for the closeup. There – I said it, and I’m proud.)

But since we’re here, we’ll have a look at the ‘buffer’ images that I’d already had prepared.

Chinese mantis Tenodera sinensis in profile showing underside of throat
There’s been a Chinese mantis, probably about the same length as the anole, hanging out on the plants of the front porch area, most recently seen about three meters from the anole on the other side of the steps. I think they’d ignore one another, the anole preferring smaller insects like ants and the mantis tackling stuff a little bigger, but not lizard size, though at some point I may be proved wrong. This was a nice detail shot, though.

The same one served as my subject yesterday for some video work. I occasionally go around and mist the thicker plants in the yard during the hottest weather, because the various species enjoy the opportunity to get a drink, and the mantids are often very demonstrative of this, coming up directly into the spray, even gathering more with their forelegs by waving them in the air, then settling down to slurp it off of their legs and the leaves themselves. So I found this one and set the camera on tripod with a good view, before activating the video and then hosing the misting sprayer over the mantis. Who very kindly… did not do a damn thing. Ingrate.

In the pond in the backyard has been a six-spotted fishing spider (Dolomedes triton,) but every time I went out with the camera in hand to try for pics, she was nowhere to be found, and then, days later, I’d find her again. At least two green frogs share the pond, and I know they wouldn’t hesitate to scarf her down, so I kept wondering if she’d met that fate. Finally, the other night I went out with the headlamp and snagged some tight shots, but first, yesterday’s.

six-spotted fishing spider Dolomedes triton sitting in backyard pond
This was in daylight, shot with the on-camera flash since I wasn’t carrying the macro rig (I know, shut up,) but then as I drew closer she vanished under the water as they do. This led to my fetching the macro tripod and setting up at the pond edge for video work, so I could get her emergence in motion, as it were. Her first reappearance was before the video had started, and she quickly dove back under again, so judging that timing as ‘typical,’ I waited a couple of minutes before I started the video again, to save memory on what would certainly be a motionless surface. As it was, I didn’t save much, because there’s still seven minutes of video before she pops back up again. I’ll save that until I have some clips of them catching food or something.

But that night that I mentioned, the spider was up on the leaves of the lizard’s tail plant above the water, so I could get a nice portrait angle, and made the most of it.

six-spotted fishing spider Dolomedes triton in closeup
It was the dark conditions and the headlamp that allowed me to get this close, since the spider likely had no idea what I was – she certainly dove under when I was a lot farther off during the daylight, which may also be why I’d go periods of time without seeing her, since she’d spot me before I spotted her. Yeah, I know, but count ’em – eight eyes versus four, so she has the advantage.

And I think that resolves the post timing dilemma, anyway.

Closer than meteors

… in more ways than one.

On this recent trip, we had one good electrical storm come rolling in with plenty of warning, and being on the open lake meant that we could see it in the distance while approaching. Ah, the perfect opportunity to get lightning that would normally be hidden by ‘the horizon’ of trees, buildings, and basketball players! Except that it was before sundown, so time exposures were out, and video would be required, like the previous trip. So be it.


Unfortunately, what the video shows is largely the sum total of visible strikes, which were not that visible at all, before the encroaching storm meant we had to get the hell off the dock (this time The Girlfriend was out there too, and urging us most urgently to get out of the storm.) We made it back to the Gatsby mansion with only the barest hint of rain hitting us, though the wind was again so fierce that the tripod wasn’t going to be standing on its own.

Having seen how many lightning bolts were hidden by the rain, I wasn’t expecting much as the storm rolled in around us, and by now it was almost fully dark; time exposures were possible, but only from indoors through a window, and I considered it pointless. Then, as we looked out the bedroom window, a brilliant forked bolt like an inverted bare tree split the air right across the cove from us, perfectly framed straight out, and I thought, Well, maybe…

I set up on the landing halfway up the stairs, same view out over the cove but without screens. The place is old and has latticed windows – real ones, none of this plastic insert crap – which would have to be part of the framing within the shot. So would all of the old spiderwebs, because this was a place on the lake and come evening time the bugs were plentiful, not to mention that the window was unreachable from the outside except for a bucket rig. So be it.

As expected, many of the bolts were hidden by the now pouring rain (the same rain that created the fog from the previous post, a day later.) Some, naturally, fell outside of the camera frame, because lightning is perverse and anti-social.

lightning through window of Gatsby mansion
And of course, the moment I moved the camera to a different position because the lightning was showing a definite tendency to be over there, it stopped showing up over there. See above about perverse and anti-social.

lightning through window of Gatsby mansion
The orange glow towards the bottom, by the way, was the downstairs foyer light reflecting from the glass – we could have turned it off but then we wouldn’t have seen what we were doing, because the purple light from the lightning was only a few milliseconds in duration, spread a minute or so apart; it would have made moving around very slow going.

In time, I managed a few okay frames, nothing exciting, just proof of concept really. It would have been far better to have a wider field of view, but no window provided it and we would instead had to have been outside without any adequate overhang.

lightning through window of Gatsby mansion
Yep, that’s the dock we were just on, with the far side of the cove beyond, though as the storm approached we were facing 90° off to the left, which was west.

Below is probably my favorite, cropped down a little to give more of the haunted house vibe.

lightning through window of Gatsby mansion
What would have been ideal (he says long afterward) would have been to have someone standing in a hooded robe down there in the foyer, just off to one side and subtle enough to escape initial attention. I’ll have to remember to pack my monk’s robe for the next trip…

[By the way, some friends met us out there and got a tour of the entire house during normal daylight hours, and told us they got this unshakeable spooky feeling from the whole place, almost foreboding. Neither The Girlfriend or I got the faintest hint of this the entire time, just finding the place historic and rustic, and I’ve slept there alone several times now. But then again, you wouldn’t really expect me to get that kind of feeling.]

The most impressive bolt, however, should have been better.

I was between frames with the remote release in hand, about to open the shutter again, when a massive and blinding bolt lit up the entire sky. Reflexively I jammed the shutter button down, which would often be too late to capture anything, but this was one of those intense bolts that keep flashing in the same spot repeatedly, and I knew I was capturing it in camera. As it faded, it left behind what I am surmising was superheated air or plasma, a dotted line in the same path as if the bolt had dissolved into tatters. We were stunned at the spectacle, and knew it was remarkably close. I quickly closed the shutter, knowing I needed no additional exposure for the foreground or anything, and chimped at the image on the LCD (yup, you missed it again, Buggato.)

enormously bright and bleached out very close lightning strike through window of Gatsby mansion
Son of a bitch…

This was the exact same settings as the other frames, except this was only a four-second exposure while the others are all over twenty. I’ve even slammed the settings over in GIMP to see if any vestige of the bolt can be brought up, but nada – the exposure went way off the scale of the camera.

As another point, you see the details on the inside edges of the window moldings? Yeah, there was no light in there, so all of that came from the light of the bolt itself, reflecting off of the interior of the foyer – which was all dark wood paneling. Some of the longest exposures show a faint orange glow from that downstairs light, but for this one it all came from the bolt itself.

And one more thing to show you.

animated gif comparing two frames to determine how close the lightning wasThis is two consecutive frames taken without moving the camera, cropped in tight to show some particular details. In the bright frame, the arrow points out the bleed from extreme overexposure along the edges of the window frame, giving a strong indication that this was precisely where the bolt crossed the frame. While in the dark frame the arrow is pointing out the lights and horizon line of the opposite side of the cove. Meaning the bolt was down at least to that point, perhaps below it.

That means the bolt hit, at its farthest point, immediately on the point of the cove, but more likely on the water within, closer to us. The cove is a mere 600 meters across, so that’s the maximum distance. I can believe it, from the intensity of the light and the close-following blast of thunder. Had we been outside during that, we probably would have shit ourselves.

But yeah, by all rights I should have a better image than this. I feel cheated.

New York: The ungulates

white-tailed deer Odocoileus virginianus fawn signalling half-heartedly
Considering how often and in how many places we saw the species, I’m a little surprised that I don’t have more photos, but then I remember the circumstances most times. At the Gatsby mansion where we stayed in New York, the property was absolutely loaded with white-tailed deer (Odocoileus virginianus,) but they remained a bit spooky and tended not to stick around when spotted (Ha! ‘Spotted.’ Didn’t expect that one, did you?) In fact, the vast majority of times we sighted them, like above, while on the long and remote driveway that led to the place, which meant I was driving and the long lens wasn’t even attached – the camera was within reach most times, because I’ve learned a little over the years, but it would mean changing lenses, opening the door slightly, and leaning out to have a clear view; don’t ever try shooting through the windshield. This one was in good light and pausing to evaluate the curious blue threat approaching slowly up the drive, so I snagged a few frames, including here as it flicked its tail in consideration of fleeing.

As I look at this, I realize these were all the same day, but some four hours later, after snagging some shots of a really red sunset, we looked out along the big fields of the property and discovered a young buck, antlers still in velvet as they developed, stalking within the growing fog.

white-tailed deer Odocoileus virginianus buck, about six points, looking at photographer from developing fog
The light was falling rapidly and I was pushing the absolute limits of handholding a 600mm lens and getting reasonably clear frames, large aperture, boosted ISO, and image stabilization notwithstanding – there are a lot of discards among these.

It moved on, not fully trusting me, but after a handful of paces, it stopped again to browse in an area that showed the fog better.

white-tailed deer Odocoileus virginianus buck browsing in low-lying fog
The fog was courtesy of a fierce storm a day earlier (we’re getting to that,) which left the grounds oversaturated and broke loose about half of a walnut tree worth of limbs to deposit in the big lawn, which The Girlfriend decided to start gathering up after the deer wandered off; naturally I had to join in. I can’t recommend tackling something like this in muggy conditions, with a loaded camera bag and large lens case that both want to swing forward every time you stoop down – we were soaked in sweat and humidity within minutes, but the lawn looked much better.

New York: The non-raptors

Between the two trips, I got a remarkable number of images and video clips, which has taken no small amount of time to sort, resize, and/or edit into finished video – there’s one included here, and at least two more waiting in the wings. I will apologize in advance for the instability of the segments therein, since the visits to the refuge were as time allowed and I never planned on doing any specific shooting; it was only through finding so many subjects that video became a necessity. Add in that nearly everything had to be shot from the car (I cheated a little, and you’ll know where and why,) without any decent method of stabilizing a long lens out the car window. Between the two trips, I ordered a car-window mount, but it failed to arrive in time for the second trip and is, in fact, still caught in the USPS black hole that is the Greensboro Distribution Center, a bastion of managerial incompetence and negligence that remains unparalleled (and somehow ignored by the Inspector General, so add them to the incompetence list.) The thing is, there really aren’t that many opportunities to use a car window mount around here, so it may sit on a shelf for a long time, but on the trip when it would have been most useful, I didn’t have it.

Anyway, we’ll start with the video, shot entirely at the Montezuma National Wildlife Refuge – I have to admit, I never saw anywhere near this number of species while living only a few kilometers away, and not even on previous trips. Even more will show up in the still photos further below.


Let’s do this in the same order that they appeared, shall we?

line of great blue herons Ardea herodias in Montezuma National Wildlife Refuge, NY
This one was almost planned, as I progressed along the drive and wondered how well they would line up as I drew abreast of them. Pretty damn well, I have to admit, though that one in the foreground is the slacker that’s gonna let the invaders through the perimeter.

great blue heron Ardea herodias preening, Montezuma National Wildlife Refuge, NY
Great blue herons (Ardea herodias,) of course. This one was really intent on its preening – must’ve had a hot date (I did say it was breeding season.)

great blue heron Ardea herodias with head completely hidden, Montezuma National Wildlife Refuge, NY
I was watching this take place, and still can’t figure out the position of its neck and head – I think it’s arched back a bit. If I’d made a loud noise right here it probably would have sprained something.

On another visit, one was doing its best to resemble a pole, though for what purpose I cannot offer an opinion.

great blue heron Ardea herodias standing very tall and thin, Montezuma National Wildlife Refuge, NY
I couldn’t resist the intent look here, though within a few moments, it relaxed and stalked down towards the water, offering something even more expressive.

great blue heron Ardea herodias looking mad but not, Montezuma National Wildlife Refuge, NY
It would be easy to believe that someone was in trouble here, but that’s entirely misleading – as far as I can tell, the heron was simply yawning as it ambled down to the water for a snack. But yeah, this invites all sorts of interpretations, doesn’t it?

male red-winged blackbird Agelaius phoeniceus calling, Montezuma National Wildlife Refuge, NY
nest of red-winged blackbird Agelaius phoeniceus within reedsThe male red-winged blackbird (Agelaius phoeniceus) sports the distinctive coloration, which it purposefully puffs erect when calling, and I’m willing to bet that those feathers also have a decent response in ultra-violet, which many birds can see – some birds, at least, have many times the color distinguishing ability in their eyes than we do. It also serves the purpose of, when predators draw close to the nest suspended in the reeds or grasses, drawing their attention as the male flies off, leaving the well-camouflaged female hidden on the nest. And it occurred to me as I typed this that I’d gotten a photo of a nest, but hadn’t edited it for posting, and so had to dig it out and get it in here (to the right now,) adding yet another photo to a post which promises to be absolutely overloaded with them. Ah well.

male red-winged blackbird Agelaius phoeniceus profile, Montezuma National Wildlife Refuge, NY
The very first day I visited was, apparently, peak breeding activity, and the birds were abundant and noisy, and not too concerned with the presence of the car or the long lens, as we can see here. There’s even a hint of the deep brown iris in there – the light conditions were perfect this particular day.

perched eastern kingbird Tyrannus tyrannus,  Montezuma National Wildlife Refuge, NY
The same may be said for this eastern kingbird (Tyrannus tyrannus,) pausing after doing many frenzied circuits above a still pool in its quest for insects. We’ll see more of them shortly.

perched American goldfinch Spinus tristis, Montezuma National Wildlife Refuge, NY
And a basic pose from the American goldfinch (Spinus tristis) – I got a few still frames on the yellow flowers with the fluffy seeds, but they’re not as sharp as this one. The refuge really does allow them to be much more acclimated to close approaches, at least within a car, than virtually anywhere else, so tight shots were much easier.

To a degree, anyway.

roseate spoonbill Platalea ajaja way out of its normal range, Montezuma National Wildlife Refuge, NY
The roseate spoonbill (Platalea ajaja) was found on the second trip, spotted in the distance by The Girlfriend, and the hint of pink made me think ‘flamingo’ until I got the long lens on it – no wonder a line of cars was parked right there. I think I’ve photographed them only once, in Merritt Island National Wildlife Refuge in Cape Canaveral, Florida. It certainly seemed to be making the most of it, though how much food it was actually finding, I can’t say.

roseate spoonbill Platalea ajaja with Caspian tern Hydroprogne caspia and herring gull Larus argentatus,  Montezuma National Wildlife Refuge, NY
The other players here are a Caspian tern (Hydroprogne caspia,) which is rare enough in the area and a decent find all by itself, and a common-as-muck herring gull (Larus argentatus) – the unlikely criminal investigative trio. The scale is deceptive, because none of these are small birds, all massing much larger than crows. There was also a black tern wheeling overhead in its hyperactive feeding circuits, which I’d seen on the previous trip too, but snagging a decent photo proved as difficult this time as it did the last.

Oh, yeah, let’s get a look at that heron sculpture, near the visitor center.

metal sculpture of herons on nest by James Seaman, Montezuma National Wildlife Refuge, NY
This was a solid four or more meters tall, much taller than life size, and very well done, by sculptor James Seaman – he also has a huge bald eagle sculpture visible from both the wildlife drive and the interstate. Excellent work.

detail of heron sculpture by James Seaman, Montezuma National Wildlife Refuge, NY
We didn’t drive through the Refuge this day, since it was pouring off and on, but The Girlfriend wanted some detailed shots of the sculpture and we had a little time to kill before a nearby winery opened (we obtained some excellent, authentic New York wine from Montezuma Winery – I’m not much for wine, or any alcohol really, but this is good stuff.) The close examination allowed us to realize there was a nest within, and thus the video clips, so serendipity there.

And now on to some things not in the video.

distant sandhill crane Antigone canadensis, Montzemua National Wildlife Refuge, NY
I had seen plenty of sandhill cranes (Antigone canadensis) in Florida and always considered them a southern bird, but it appears their range does include all of New York, so not shocking to see a pair here. They actually had a chick with them, and I was endeavoring to catch a glimpse of it at a great distance before I realized, on my return home, that one of the pair (the one with the muted coloration) was the chick, at adult size and ready to fly. That is, of course, not the one seen here – I couldn’t get the damn lens to lock on and remain sharp for anything.

female mallard Anas platyrhynchos and fledglings deep in reeds
Just mallards (Anas platyrhynchos,) a female (second from left) and four nearly full-grown chicks, deep in the reeds and trying to be subtle, though it would have worked better if they’d been quiet.

female common yellowthroat Geothlypis trichas maybe, Montezuma National Wildlife Refuge, NY
I’m fairly certain this is a female common yellowthroat (Geothlypis trichas,) which is slightly unfortunate because the male has the cooler coloration, but I certainly saw no sign of one. Or I could have misidentified this… but naahh, no one would believe that.

several families of Canada geese Branta canadensis cruising through channel, Montezuma National Wildlife Refuge, NY
I don’t need to tell anyone these are Canada geese, almost despised as much as seagulls in some places though I’ve never seen the fuss, myself. To give an idea of how many were breeding here, beside the fact that half of those pictured here are chicks, when the breeze came across the marsh flats immediately behind the geese here, the only smell that carried was goose shit. It was impressive, though not exactly pleasant.

One of the real finds came soon after these, though.

American bittern Botaurus lentiginosus seen briefly before disappearing, Montezuma National Wildlife Refuge, NY
I’ve only seen American bitterns (Botaurus lentiginosus) maybe four times, and one of those was during a visit to the very same refuge in, like, 2009. They’re pretty well camouflaged normally, but if they suspect that they’re being observed (as this one soon did,) they drop their heads and slip through the reeds almost magically, disturbing nothing as they dodge among the stalks. That previous time, I managed to track it for a short ways, but this one vanished from all sight, leaving me with only three frames. That was the first visit to the refuge on the first trip to NY this year, and I watched carefully on all subsequent visits but saw no further sign of one.

And now, for a handful of images not from the Refuge – these are from the grounds of the Gatsby mansion where we stayed.

parent eastern kingbird Tyrannus tyrannus examining photographer who's too close to nest
The behavior of a pair of kingbirds as I drew close to this tree clued me in to the nest that was within, which was pretty well hidden and completely silent. Since both parents were off the nest and watching warily, that gave some indication that there were young and not eggs within, but I saw and heard no sign of them, Nonetheless, I shot a few frames of the nest from different angles for closer examination later.

nest of eastern kingbird Tyrannus tyrannus showing nestlings peeking out
Yep, there’s a couple of beaks just barely peeking above the edge of the nest, when the right angle is achieved. We can get a closer look.

closer look at nestling eastern kingbird Tyrannus tyrannus
Nary a peep from them, but then again, the folks weren’t handy with food either. As I found out from my brother a day later, though, they did not escape the attention of a kestrel, who apparently made off with one of the young. Unfortunate, but that’s the balance of nature; I’m sorry I missed it myself, since that’s the kind of behavior that I try to capture, and it’s been a long time since I’ve seen a kestrel – they’ve gotten scarce around here.

Down near the lakeshore, I was picking a leaf off of a bush with brilliant translucent orange berries when something exploded almost out from under my hand. Let’s take a look from only two meters off.

nest of chipping sparrow Spizella passerina in tatarian honeysuckle Lonicera tatarica
I have just determined that this is a tatarian honeysuckle (Lonicera tatarica) bush, and the nest is right there in front of you. It’s easy to see why I missed it, but yeah, intrepid nature boy should have spotted it before I almost put my hand on it. It took a couple of attempts later on to capture the mother on the nest before she flew off.

female chipping sparrow Spizella passerina on nest within tatarian honeysuckle bush
That ‘rufous’ crown pegs this as a chipping sparrow (Spizella passerina,) and I would have thought July was a bit late to still be sitting eggs, but this is central NY – the lake water was still a bit chilly for swimming (not that that stopped me.) I was just trying to get her to come up sharp, but the berries added a nice touch to the frame.

Okay, so that’s, what, 24 photos, 16 species, and a video? That’s enough for now, and catches me up a little bit. As I said, two more videos are in the works as well as quite a few more photos, so I got content to spare for a little while, even if I don’t shoot anything for a week (and that’s not likely to occur.) Will probably be another record-setting year.

Work in progress, be patient

red sunset over Cayuga Lake, New York between trees
I mentioned, just over a week ago, coming back from a trip, and that I’d be following up on that clue as to where. So before I continue, I offer the above photo as another clue, to let you guess again (or stick with your original answer.)

All set? Want to examine the photo for more details? Those aren’t palms, so despite the impression, there’s no actual indication that it was semi-tropical. Except for the spoonbill, because I’ve only ever seen them in Florida.

Except for now.

Enough stalling. The trip had been up to central New York, the exact same location as the previous trip – you probably figured that out from the casual remark in the previous post. The first trip had been to visit family, especially my dad on Father’s Day, because that trip had been delayed a year. The second… was to attend his funeral. Within about a week of my return, he’d started crashing, and we discovered that he had advanced color cancer, and so he passed on the 7th. He was 91, and had soldiered through numerous issues including a stroke, two different C-Diff infections (nasty, those,) a few UTIs, and freaking COVID, so, unexpected, this was not. I’m glad I got the chance to visit, and some may say that he held on until then, or he himself might have said that he made sure that wasn’t going to happen again (trust me, that was his sense of humor, and not something I’d take offense at.) No real regrets.

This, by the way, was the third family member to pass during the run of this blog – I just don’t talk about those things, especially when I find typical funerals to be fucking annoying, and while others may use such platforms to hash out their problems, issues, and feelings, that’s not me, and not the purpose. Enough said.

I have countless photos and video clips from both trips, and I’m getting to them – I just spent about two hours figuring out how to run sequences in slow-motion and getting them lined up, so hopefully at least one will be along soon. I’m also trying to catch up to mental goals of posting numbers, which is stupid, but still better than social media.

So the sunset above was once again over Cayuga Lake, at the Gatsby mansion, which the owners were again very kind to let us stay within – this time The Girlfriend got to see the place firsthand, and she’s enamored of it. So many thanks, again and always, to John, Jay, and Jim. The wildlife on the grounds and in the immediate area was performing much more readily this year – we’re getting to that quickly. And yes, the roseate spoonbill was there in central New York – how and why, I cannot say, since this is way outside of their typical range of southern Florida, and my Sibley Guide doesn’t even show any sporadic appearances in New York at all; again, Hurricane/Tropical Storm Elsa might have something to do with it.

I close, for now, with an image that was entirely intentional, and not due to any wandering autofocus, but instead a carefully composed artistic abstract and exactly the way I intended it to look. Really.

American goldfinch Spinus tristis well out of focus behind reeds, Montezuma National Wildlife Refuge, New York
Lots more, coming soon.

Just so you know you missed them

In a few days at the end of the month, both the southern delta Aquariids and the alpha Capricornids (both meteor showers, and that’s apparently the way you should capitalize them) will be peaking, though I really should have told you about this earlier, because now the moon will be still a bit bright and visibility thus greatly reduced for all but the brightest meteors – both were ‘active’ for the past couple of weeks and will remain so until mid-August-ish. This means that you have lots of chances of missing them, and can blame it on numerous factors.

Funny – early morning on the 15th, both The Girlfriend and I looked up at the clear skies above central New York, seeing both the Milky Way and small patches of cloud that were about identical, and a meteor streaked right through my line of sight (not hers, though,) reminding me of how good the visibility is up there. I used to see them very frequently, even during non-peak periods, while out walking at nights when I lived there, far more frequently than here even when I was out specifically during peaks to view meteors. Did I see a southern delta Aquariid, or an alpha Capricornid, or one totally unrelated to either? I don’t think there’s a way to tell, or even a reason, to be honest – the goal is to see a momentary streak of light, or preferably a huge trail with particles splitting off and residual airglow for some minutes afterward – who cares what the origin is? I’d be happy with a few satellites colliding during re-entry.

Speaking of that, there’s enough damn satellites (the manmade ones) up there now that avoiding them in time exposures is next to impossible; the last six or more meteors that I thought I’d captured were all demonstrably satellites, so, don’t get excited with streaks across your frame anymore. What we should be pursuing now is the rare, brilliant bolides that light up the sky. I’ve only seen them a handful of times, even during the spectacular 2001 Leonids, so it will take more effort and luck than even lightning.

But, you can’t miss them entirely unless you’re actually trying – otherwise it’s just, “Oh, yeah, there was a meteor shower last week, wasn’t there?” That doesn’t count. So get out there and stare fruitlessly at the skies, and then stare at the resulting exposures and compare the frames before and after to see if there’s a continued trail (meaning goddamn satellite.) Only then can you take pride in the failure, or something.

Of course, if you do actually photograph a brilliant example, you’ve failed at failing, and you might take some pride in that (and the resulting image,) but rest assured that I won’t think better of you.

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.

Profiles of Nature 28

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…

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