Well, it took a while…

Al Denelsbeck

… but not because it took this long. What I mean is, I kept setting it aside for a ‘good time to do it’ and finally got around to it the other evening, but when I did start it, it only took a little over an hour.

Am I talking about that online course in Communicating Effectively? How To Stop Procrastinating? Finding Compelling Winter Subjects? No, don’t be ridiculous – why would I need any of those? No, I mean I finally sat down and filled in that missing bit of photographic plate. Back in January I spoke of restoring an old, broken glass photographic negative, at least in digital form, and got it to where I was satisfied – except for the large blank space where the piece of glass plate was entirely missing. This was the restored version:

restored 4x5 glass plate negative
I knew that continuing the wall and ceiling would be trivial, but the corner of the painting on the wall would take a little effort to make look right. I hadn’t the faintest idea what the original actually was, but the point was simply to make the background complete, without this strange void in there. So I snagged an image online of an old, basic painting (I have no idea why such boring things are ubiquitous) and inserted it into the image, like so:

restored 4x5 glass plate negative with missing piece digitally rebuilt
The challenge was twofold: first, to alter the perspective of the original straight-on framed painting to appear as if we were seeing it at a proper angle; and then, to change the contrast and highlights to seem to fit the light conditions and film characteristics. Then add in some defocus blur, a touch of motion blur (that’s only visible at high magnification, but present in the original plate,) and some appropriate film grain. I’m pleased with this, especially considering that it’s only a background detail and typically won’t undergo close scrutiny – the point, largely, is that it’s subtle enough not to draw scrutiny. I think I could have done a better job on the near edge, giving it a little more thickness and changing the shadow gradient more, and may still revisit it. I had some 8x10s done of the finished file, but the lab fucked up the color register and so I’ll send them off to be redone at a place with quality control, and may tweak the file before I do so.

[Brief explanation: I used Snapfish, because it was cheap, and went for their option where I can pick them up locally – it just means they forward the digital file to the local pharmacy lab which prints them there. Except the local lab didn’t have their enlarger in spec, and while it was a greyscale image, the print came up greenish. Switching to real monochrome paper is something few, if any, digital labs do, so even greyscale images are printed on color paper through a color enlarger. But if the color channels have not been properly balanced, you’ll end up with a color cast in an ostensibly B&W image. The attendant 4x6s that I ordered of the same images were fine – it was just their large print machine that was whack. Still inexcusable – if you offer the service, put in the effort.]

Still not sure who these people are – the goal is to get a decent print to The Girlfriend’s Mother and see if she recognizes them; the girl might actually be the Mother herself. Though you can see here that the quality of the image wasn’t too high to begin with, and enlarging to 8×10 doesn’t do it any favors – this is not something that I would attempt to correct or even could, because it would involve practically hand-painting in the details that weren’t captured in the original, while I admit I did some very constrained sharpening around the girl’s eyes. But hey – I finally tackled it, and the ‘complete’ image looks world’s better.

[Another note, technical details for those into that kind of thing. The original plate is a decent illustration of one-point perspective, though technically it’s two-point. This means, if you continue the lines of the ceiling edge, top of door frame, tabletop, molding, etc., they will all meet at one point, someplace far off to the right – the opposite wall does the same thing, but for a point far to the left, thus the two-point bit. The fake painting had to match this to look right, and so getting the corners in the right positions takes a little playing around. But that’s not quite enough; since the painting is supposed to be seen from an angle, a little horizontal compression was in order, moving all corners towards each other (left-right only) to ‘narrow’ the painting for that oblique-angle appearance. Not hard in any way, but necessary to make it blend in well, and easy to get off by enough to make someone believe it was dubbed in. I could simply have removed the painting entirely and left a large blank wall, but that would have looked odd and, in truth, there was something there. Plus I liked the challenge.

Further, obviously the wall was reconstructed by copying/cloning/rubberstamping (depending on what program you use, but they’re all the same thing) from intact portions of the wall, to continue that hue and pattern. But this has two pitfalls: if you can only copy small sections, repeating patterns tend to keep appearing, as well as the lighting in the room may mean that the wall over there was actually darker than the wall over here, so copying into the wrong place becomes obvious. I managed to avoid the shading issue, but this narrowed my source areas and the stippled repeated pattern became visible at first. The trick there is to pick a couple other sections of wall, even stuff that you already copied, to go over the repeated pattern in small patches and eradicate it – this usually doesn’t require much at all.]

Tripod holes 46

Al Denelsbeck

huge number of Atlantic sand fiddler crabs Uca pugilator congregating along high tide influx, south end of Topsail Beach, NC
N 34°20’56.61″ W 77°39’20.41″ Google Earth location

While walking along this beach, The Girlfriend and I found it a little curious to stumble upon a long hollow filled with scattered gravel, until we realized that it wasn’t gravel at all, and then we boggled at it. Instead, these are all Atlantic sand fiddler crabs (Uca pugilator,) thousands of them, and the hollow is a swale that floods at high tide. Once the tide recedes, the crabs begin foraging for microorganisms within the recently-submerged sand, following the path all the way back to a very small pond that remains at low tide. We’ve been there multiple times now, and my guess is that this will go on until a storm reconstructs the island geology, which (knowing the Atlantic coast) could occur at any time.

The crabs will disperse upon a close approach, but it tends to be very close, so getting a good look isn’t difficult, and capturing one takes only a quick dive – they average only a couple centimeters in width and their pincers, even the big ones, aren’t too effective, nor do they seem to use them offensively against people (unlike the Atlantic blue crabs.) Following the path up to the pond/puddle will reveal a mosh pit that’s almost disturbing.

Atlantic sand fiddler crabs Uca pugilator clustered tightly on edge of tidal pool
I can easily understand how many people find this creepy, and the resemblance to spiders is more than passing, but these are completely innocuous little critters and it’s amusing to watch them sidle out of the way if you reach for them, not in a fearful way, but as if you have BO (though, given my habits when out on the beach, we cannot rule this out entirely.) Faintly visible in both images is the evidence of their foraging, little balls of sand left behind when the crabs gather some up, turn the grains over in their mouths to remove their food, and deposit the wet sand in little spheres. Meanwhile, some much larger aquatic crab (these fiddlers are primarily terrestrial) was appearing at times from the deeper recesses of the tiny pond to snag a fiddler meal from the edge – it’s practically home delivery. Yet I cannot fathom how other species weren’t out there devouring this smorgasbord of crustaceans; I’ve seen seagulls and the small waders absolutely ecstatic about some of the little ‘sand fleas’ that wash in with the waves, so I’m guessing these guys are unpalatable in some way – I admit to not trying any myself, despite the ease of getting some samples.

Walkabout recommends: Cannery Row

Al Denelsbeck

So we’re starting a new topic here, one that I’ve been meaning to get to for months, and that is, recommendations of films that I like a lot but aren’t too well known. The downside of this is, it might be a little difficult to locate a copy or streaming service that has it – but that’s not my problem.

cover art for Cannery RowWe’re starting with Cannery Row, a 1982 film with Nick Nolte and Debra Winger and, really, a fantastic cast of characters, directed by David S. Ward. Right away I must insert some basic information, especially if you already recognize the title, because the film is based on two novels by John Steinbeck, Cannery Row and Sweet Thursday. I had the grave misfortune to have read two of Steinbeck’s novels in high school, The Red Pony and The Pearl, and they were together responsible for my absolute loathing of Steinbeck as an author; I have not read either of his two “classic” works and will never do so, based on this experience, and my third-hand knowledge of one of them gives me no confidence that it was any different from these two poxes on literature. I have also not read either of the books that this film is based upon (and don’t intend to,) but I’m fairly comfortable with saying this is a typical case of how loosely Hollywood can “base” a story from a source. However, this time I suspect it paid off very well.

Cannery Row is set during the mid-twentieth century in Monterey, California, right after it was beset by the collapse of the fishing and canning industries, now populated almost entirely by those down on their luck – very Steinbeckian – yet the mood is undeniably bright and the humor pervasive, so you understand why I feel this is less than an accurate take on his novels. The film is narrated with deft skill by John Huston, who provides a voice of superior timbre with a pleasant tongue-in-cheek overtone, his relaxed delivery establishing the mood as much as the background music and the sets themselves. Yet virtually everyone in the entire cast is a distinct and memorable character, and while the primary focus is on the story of the top-billed, this plotline isn’t overwhelming or cloying, and numerous subplots make this more enjoyable altogether; Frank McRae’s performance as Hazel is superb, likely my favorite among all the varied parts that he’s played.

There’s a subtle aspect that comes through, for which David Ward deserves recognition: the residents of Cannery Row are all human, with backstories often only hinted at. M. Emmet Walsh’s character Mack, homeless and dressed primarily in worn long johns, is nonetheless a virtuoso on the piano, reminding us that anyone might fall on hard times. Moreover, they’re all uncommonly generous and kind-hearted, while residing in circumstances where we could easily expect anything but; contrasted against the frequent Gorden Gekko types prevalent in so many films, people who should have no reason to be as selfish and competitive as they are, the gang within Cannery Row are reminders of how value should be measured.

The main plot involves the complicated and clumsy courtship between Doc (Nolte) and Suzy (Winger,) both unwilling to be themselves in front of the other but also unsure of exactly who they should be, and both carry this awkwardness believably, as if suddenly finding themselves back in high school – there’s a scene where Suzy is peeking in Doc’s windows to see if he’s home, and the emotions that she conveys through simple body English are distinct. You can also see Doc’s frustration as he subconsciously wonders if he’s on the Row by choice (as a practicing marine biologist) or misfortune, deciding on the title of his potential scientific paper before he’s even determined what it’s about. Suzy, on the other hand, attempts to maintain an air of control, though her sudden defensive sarcasm hints at a more vulnerable interior, and her vocal tremors say more than her dialogue. Throughout all of this, however, runs the daily thread of life on Cannery Row, and the humor found therein is what makes this movie work. Huston’s dramatic narration of Mack and The Boys’ fundraising efforts is pure gold, yet the aftermath doesn’t disappoint either.

There are only two negatives that I offer regarding the movie. The first is, while Fauna (played excellently by Audrey Landers) shows a notable savvy regarding people and situations, her plotting for the party is awkward and juvenile, feeling quite out of place. Second, the unnamed music that serves as the ‘couple’s theme,’ bearing more than a passing resemblance to ‘Stormy Weather,’ occurs a little too often despite being well-matched to the film.

There’s drama, and tragedy, but the film is neither; it remains unpredictable, while not openly defying such plotlines. It doesn’t leave one pondering anything underlying, but it delivers a pleasant and watchable story, entertaining without being exhilarating or heart-rending; a good date movie. Check it out.

Tripod holes 45

Al Denelsbeck

large collection of great egrets Ardea alba and snowy egrets Egretta thula at entrance to Black Point Wildlife Drive, Merritt Island National Wildlife Refuge, Florida
N 28°39’27.03″ W 80°45’16.04″ Google Earth location

This particular one was easy to pin down, since it was taken right at the entrance to Black Point Wildlife Drive within Merritt Island National Wildlife Refuge in (ready for this astounding coincidence?) Merritt Island, Florida. This is more readily known as Cape Canaveral, though technically it isn’t, but only a few kilometers from here sits the end of the NASA Shuttle Landing Facility, and the Vehicle Assembly Building is visible throughout most of the refuge (given how it rises higher than any land in Florida, no lie.) You can click on this image (or here) to see the full-frame, full-resolution version to count the birds, because there are at least 12 birds visible in the frame, and I think it’s actually 14 – I’ll provide a cheat sheet below. I won’t guarantee that you’ll seen this many birds immediately upon entering, but you will see birds, and plenty of them – this is not just Florida, which says enough by itself, but prime habitat for the waders and shellfish foragers.

The drive itself is several kilometers long – longer than a straightline path to the shuttle landing strip – and winds merrily through a variety of marsh and wetland regions. You’re free to get out of your vehicle, and in fact might miss a lot if you don’t, just be aware that the area does have alligators and likely cottonmouths, though I’ve never seen the latter (plenty of the former, though.) It remains the only place that I’ve seen glossy ibis (Plegadis falcinellus,) I believe.

glossy ibis Plegadis falcinellus in flight over Merritt Island National Wildlife Refuge, Florida
… which is faintly curious given that the white ibis were routine visitors to the apartment complex pond immediately out the back door when I lived in Florida, but so it goes. The refuge is also home to somewhat bizarre-looking species such as the black-necked stilt (Himantopus mexicanus):

black-necked stilt Himantopus mexicanus perched on one leg in Merritt Island National Wildlife Refuge, Florida
Honestly, the neck is black when seen from the back, though admittedly they could have done a better job of naming it. And the species has two legs, including this one – it’s just tucked up inside of the belly feathers, hard as that may be to believe. I couldn’t pin down even a rough location for either of these images, given how few landmarks are within the refuge and how the drive twists around, but they were all taken from the drive surface at least. Lots of shorebirds, night herons, spoonbills, and I’m fairly certain I was only a handful of meters from a wild pig foraging in the undergrowth, judging from the noises, but the foliage was so thick I never saw a thing – did see one further down the main road, though, but it disappeared before I brought the camera to bear. Same with a truly massive bobcat that crossed the road in the early evening. Turn north off of Black Point Wildlife Drive and head up several kilometers to Haulover Canal to stop at the Manatee Observation Deck just past the bridge if you like – I’ve seen manatees there every time that I’ve visited. It’s a great place to see critters, is what I’m saying – you can’t go wrong. Sunscreen and bug spray are highly recommended, though, and a good bird guide cannot hurt.

Cheat Sheet: Most of the birds visible in the image are great egrets (Ardea alba,) though the one closest to the camera, lower left atop the concrete culvert, is instead a snowy egret (Egretta thula.) They’re only about a third of the body size of the great egrets, maybe slightly larger than a crow. Spot the three great egrets together, middle right, and go to the treeline above them for what is likely another pair of snowys. However, in the treeline to the left of that, just right of the palm, is more likely a pair of great egrets again, given the apparent distance and the position at the tops of the trees. Then back down to the channel, immediately left of the pair of great egrets there, may sit a great blue heron (Ardea herodias herodias,) camouflaged by color among the reeds. Meanwhile, in the dead tree towards top right appears to be another bird, though I won’t hazard a guess as to what species. And presumably you did not miss the egret deep in the reeds at lower right. Now you know why I had to upload the full-sized version.

Less than a week

Al Denelsbeck

predawn colors over Jordan Lake with Venus in upper corner
All of these photos were taken a week ago, except not quite – it was Saturday morning, but around sunrise, and this is posting well before sunrise. Just to take that accusatory tone away from you.

I won’t say it was a great outing, given that the sunrise didn’t perform worth a doodle and the bird activity was kind of sparse, but we (meaning the Incalculable Mr Bugg and I) still managed a few photos. Above is about as good as the sunrise colors got – not a cloud in the sky, too little humidity to cause much refraction, so the sun rose quite yellow. But before that, in the dawn twilight, we could see things happening.

bald eagle Haliaeetus leucocephalus struggling to gain altitude with a recently-captured large fish
The light was too dim for me to even bother thinking about distant birds, and I still had the 18-135mm attached as a bald eagle (Haliaeetus leucocephalus) swooped down to the surface and snagged a fish – at that distance I couldn’t even be sure that it was an eagle until it made the capture, reaching below the surface with its talons as it cruised overhead, rather than crashing violently into the water as the ospreys do. It must have been a monster fish, because the eagle had serious difficulty gaining altitude with the burden and remained only a meter off the surface for quite some distance. Would have been nice to have seen that in the light.

In fact, four eagles cruised past before the light was decent, and then vanished once the visibility was good for photos. So I just have some barely-adequate images of two more of them.

combined two frames of bald eagles Haliaeetus leucocephalus, with edits to bring out some detail from near-silhouettes
The two left images are the originals, while the two right are the edited versions to show what detail could be discerned at those exposures. The top one certainly seems to be a third-year juvenile, displaying the stripe along the face and a nearly-white tail (I’m assuming, anyway – at least it’s much lighter than the body.) The lower one, on the other hand, could potentially be a first or second year juvie – there are hints of mottling, but it’s hard to prove this isn’t just underexposure variations. The silhouettes of each certainly say, “eagle,” though.

And of course, herons were in evidence.

great blue heron Ardea herodias herodias standing quietly at water's edge before dawn
Several great blue herons (Ardea herodias herodias) were hanging about and jockeying for ideal positions along the shore, but not even hunting as far as we could see. I fired off a few frames for fart’s sake but otherwise paid them little attention.

We scoured the trees as they became visible in the rising light, trying to see other eagles or osprey or anything else of interest before we got too close and spooked them, but all we saw were vultures – lots of vultures.

turkey vulture Cathartes aura watching photographer carefully during grooming
Most of them, and the only ones that I got worthwhile shots of, were turkey vultures (Cathartes aura) – I have enough images of the species perched, and flying overhead, that I don’t waste too much time with them anymore. I did a few frames as the full sunlight colored them much more yellow than they actually are, but this lessens the contrast with their bare red heads at least.

turkey vulture Cathartes aura on top of stump trying to look impressive
Around the lake, they seem reasonably acclimated to humans and didn’t get concerned until we got within about 12 meters or so, deciding that was close enough – but after we’d passed, they returned to the same perches, and I couldn’t tell you what the draw was. There didn’t seem to be any corpses around to attract them, and the lakeshore has an abundance of places to settle that no person can come close to.

The lake level was way down, perhaps the lowest that I’ve seen it, and this revealed much of the bed of the old railroad spur that crossed that arm of the lake; at the distant end, the buoys that marked the shallow rock hazard to boaters were no longer floating but resting on those rocks themselves, rising out of the water now. And right near those, a curious formation attracted our attention.

female double-crested cormorant Nannopterum auritum sleeping on exposed rock
A female double-crested cormorant (Nannopterum auritum) was fast asleep out on the end of the exposed spur bed, ignoring the fishing boats that sat no more than 15 meters off. Seeing as how the footing was more-or-less dry leading up to her, we began stalking up as quietly as possible.

female double-crested cormorant Nannopterum auritum still snoozing on rock as photographers approached
I thought we were kind of screwed when the nearby boater decided to fire up the outboard, startling the cormorant awake. But she was made of sterner stuff, and merely eyed the boat as it circled around towards deeper water, then tucked her head back down again and lapsed back into slumber.

We drew up as close as we could reasonably get, given the large, algae-covered rocks that threatened to twist ankles, and fired off several frames. Then, asking if Mr Bugg was ready, I gave off a few sharp whistles that brought her awake again, because a Headless Cormorant, while seasonal, wasn’t very photogenic.

female double-crested cormorant Nannopterum auritum awakened from snooze by photographers
She awakened as intended, finding us maybe about ten meters off, and surveyed us judiciously. I figured she’d take to the air, but she was singularly unimpressed by our proximity and demeanor and, within ten seconds, tucked back down to resume her nap. Given that it was Saturday morning, I reckon she was hungover. You can’t see the eyes too well here, but they’re normally deep blue-green in color, and I imagine that becomes rather startling when they’re bloodshot…

Annnddd not much else, really. A passing belted kingfisher (Megaceryle alcyon) presented a few somewhat distant photo ops.

male belted kingfisher Megaceryle alcyon overhead showing gaps in wings from molting
I’m still after some nice, close portraits, which continually eludes me, but at least I could show how this one was in mid-molt, with two gaps in each wing from the missing primary flight feathers. The lack of another, orange band across the breast pegs this as a male, which is curious, since it’s usually the males that have more colors than the females. And I just found out, while confirming that the scientific name hasn’t changed since the last time I featured one, that they actually nest in burrows at the water’s edge – not what I expected at all, and now I have that to add to my list for the spring. I really need to find an area that they frequent and stake it out for a while.

The autumn colors were well before peak while we were there, but in some places they could look a little impressive, as long as you cut out the surrounding areas where they didn’t.

small patch of autumn colors on edge of Jordan Lake
Not bad, right? You’re looking at nearly all of the colors in this area, with only singular trees here and there showing off otherwise. I might still get out to do a dedicated colors outing, if I can find a good spot, but I’m juggling availability right now. We’ll see I guess.

That’s a first

Al Denelsbeck

I’ve heard of this happening, seen a few photos online, but this is the first time I’ve seen it for myself.

adult Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis with regrown forked tail
Now I finally have one that I can tell apart from the others…

Some reptiles can regrow limbs, most especially the tails, if they lose them to predators; the skinks can drop them at will, where the severed tail, often brightly-colored, will writhe madly and hopefully distract the predator while the skink makes its escape. On occasion, the tail will grow back forked, which is likely what happened to this Carolina anole (Anolis carolinensis.)

This was immediately alongside the front door here at Walkabout Estates, and curious in two ways. One, I’ve been trying to keep tabs on the various ones around the yard and have been unaware of any that have lost their tail recently, much less been in the process of growing it back, so this slipped right past me somehow; not impossible of course, but the posts here haven’t been reflecting anywhere near the number of times I see anoles in the yard – I’ve been sparing you. Second, the temperature dropped down into the low single digits last night (that’s Celsius,) and I would have expected these guys to have holed up for the winter – certainly not climbing up the shady side of the house. Not too long after this, however, my fork-tailed subject continued, somewhat sluggishly, up the downspout and onto the roof where the sun was beating fiercely, and so should have gotten plenty warm enough.

I was doing a little research on how this regrowth occurs and came across a comment in one article that said it may take more than 60 days, which I was skeptical of – I thought it was half that, give or take. And then suddenly I thought, Hey! What if this is Stubby? I went back to my stock images of the aftermath of that fight (it’s video – check it out,) from several days later, and started comparing images. Note, above, that there is a lot of fight scarring around the snout, and especially a distinct spot behind the left eye. Now we look at some images from April of the bob-tailed victor of those fights.

Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis back in April showing scars from recent fight
This was from eight days after that altercation, and we can see the damage behind the left eye. And another image showing the missing tail:

adult Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis back in April showing missing tail and fight scars
So is this is the same guy, with his new tail? I can’t possibly tell for sure, but the regrowth area, the size, and at least a little of the scarring seems to match up. This is on the other side of the house from where the fight occurred, but that’s not difficult or a great distance – I was up on the roof the other day and one was dodging around on the chimney while I was there.

Either way, I’m glad to have seen and photographed this in person, and I’ll be keeping my eyes open, though it’s liable to be next spring before I see him again. But I’ll close with another from a few days previous, a big one on a downspout on the back of the house that let me lean in close, in much better light.

large adult Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis in profile

If you’re not doing this, why not?

Al Denelsbeck

So we did our thing for Halloween last night (or Hallowe’en if you want to be pedantic in an enormously stupid way, because who makes a contraction like that anyway?) and I have to tell you, we won’t ever stop doing this. I’m referring to All Hallow’s Read (or is it A’allo’ead?) where we give out books at Halloween. Not instead of candy, though from the reaction of the kids we could have easily, because The Girlfriend led off with the books and just about every kid was prepared to ignore me with the candy dish. The past few years were lean with the trick-or-treaters because of weather and COVID, and so we were trying to deplete our stockpile of books and gave out more than one on many occasions, but this year we had more kids than we’ve ever seen before and they all left happy, as did the parents – one dad in particular made it a point to come back and tell us how cool it was and that we were his daughter’s favorite house. This was great to hear, certainly, but we’d be happy with them getting books even without that. One girl seemed quite reluctant to pick one out, rejecting every offering, and we started to believe that we had a ‘vidscreen kid’ on our hands. Then The Girlfriend found the right choice and the girl’s face lit up – it just takes a little effort with some.

Each of them got a 3D printed bookmark too, as did any of the parents that thought they were cool. And several complimented the skeletons out front, so overall, a very nice night. Seriously, if you have the kids coming to your door, I cannot recommend enough getting into this habit; the parents may have to start traveling with a rolling cart for the book haul, and this is no bad thing.

The moon wasn’t out during all of this, unfortunately, but at least the rain held off, and while it was pretty chilly, that doesn’t slow the kids down (says the guy who used to trick-or-treat in NJ and NY, often with a winter jacket over or under his costume.) So I’ll leave you with the lovely pumpkin moon from sunrise on the 28th instead, rippled thoroughly with the atmospheric distortion from being so close to the horizon. You may also note a dark semi-distinct band extending halfway through from the top, which is in several frames in the same location, indicating that I had a hair adhering to the inside of the lens I believe – it was gone from the other shots of the day, after swapping lenses back and forth. But with that kind of distortion, I wasn’t going to get anything sharper than this.

full moon at sunrise through a lot of atmospheric distortion, and a hair
Now get them books for next year – I’ll expect photo proof.

No, no, October no home

Al Denelsbeck

Despite seeing the car in the driveway and lights on upstairs, we’re told that October has left the premises, and so we have no choice but to dig out the end-of-month abstract images to placate us. And what might these be, you say? [That was your cue, go ahead – time is money, sweetheart.] Why, they look a little something like this:

leaves of unidentified tree turning golden in early autumn
I should probably know what this tree is, seeing as how it’s right off the back of Walkabout Estates – crepe myrtle? I dunno, something, we’re not here for the botany, but for the abstractedness, of which is has a bare modicum, just like the number of images that I shot this month. Yet I will admit, more are coming, though they’re not more abstract than this, sorry. I was thinking about it this month, but no inspiration was coming nor tableaux presenting themselves.

Still, we have another.

osprey Pandion haliaetus nest in twisted pine silhouetted against sunrise colors along Jordan Lake
Between the sunrise light and thinner needles from the drought, the osprey nest was quite visible in the tree after having been almost invisible all summer – not occupied at this time, of course, but I liked the mimicry of the ‘typical’ African scene that always seems to pop up, at least in the states, though that’s generally an acacia tree on a plain and not a misshapen loblolly pine (Pinus taeda) on a lakeshore. This was as good as the sunrise colors got, too – well, maybe not, we’ll see in a short while.

Tripod Holes 44

Al Denelsbeck

unidentified hermit crabs in beach grasses at Fort Fisher, NC
N 33°57’37.10″ W 77°56’31.87″ Google Earth location

The best time to see something like this is early morning, and it should be clear that the barnacle-encrusted shell in the middle is housing a hermit crab – they all are, actually, and they typically forage at night to early morning in the beach grasses immediately adjacent to the waterline. I’ve only ever been there in summer though, so I can’t say for sure whether you can see them in other seasons, but I don’t think they hibernate – colder weather might just make them remain in deeper water or something. I don’t have a resource to identify hermit crabs, but looking at those legs, I’d be inclined to say these are thinstripe hermit crabs (Clibanarius vittatus,) which seem to be very common on the Atlantic seaboard. They’re aquatic, but as long as they keep some water within their shells to moisten their gills, they can forage on land for a while. This was right at the mouth of the Cape Fear River where it drained into the Atlantic Ocean, so brackish water – I’ve found shrimp several kilometers further upriver.

A little trick: if you see any shell of this approximate shape (typically whelks or conchs,) on land or under the water’s surface, and the opening is facing down, it’s probably occupied – the weight is opposite the opening so empty shells will usually be turned upwards by wave action. Even if the crab gets overturned, it knows that facing down is ideal and won’t waste any time righting itself when it feels that it’s safe to do so. Depending on the size of the occupant, when withdrawn the legs may be way up inside, almost entirely out of sight, so never assume such shells are empty if you’re collecting them.

They will usually withdraw when they sense danger, but within a minute or two, if things remain quiet, they’ll emerge only partially, observing the surroundings for a short while, before they fully extend their legs and get back to business. I waited out a couple of the larger ones to see what they did, and watched as one trundled right over to the ‘cliff’ (not half a meter tall, but impressive to these guys) where the turf had broken away from wave action, and without hesitation plunged over. The shell clattered and rolled across where the soil gave way to the beach sand, then sat motionless for a couple of minutes before the occupant re-emerged and continued on its journey; it had withdrawn in a split second as the shell toppled over the edge and apparently such knocks don’t have any serious affect.

The number of crabs on the beach that morning (thirteen years ago) was staggering – the grasses were literally crawling with them, and I endeavored to do a wider shot to show this, but the grasses were a little too thick and the crabs too small (ranging from 1-4 cm,) so all that really showed were paler blobs that could have been rocks or chewing gum or anything. Video would have worked better, but I didn’t have the ability at the time, and not the time on subsequent returns. Maybe next year.

Not unexpected

Al Denelsbeck

Yesterday, the Immortal-So-Far Mr Bugg and I went back down to the lake to see what was going on, which was, “Not a lot.” We got a handful of photos, and spotted four different bald eagles though in pre-sunrise conditions, so far too dark to be worthwhile in the slightest. However, there was one particular discovery that bears highlighting here. Maybe. I don’t know – are you even reading?

The lake level was way down, probably the farthest that I’ve seen it, and as we approached the tree that housed the productive woodpecker nest last year, I was sharp-eyed enough to notice that it looked a little different.

broken dead tree that used to house a woodpecker nest
That may not be enough, by itself, to illustrate what I mean, though the shattered drunk in the foreground might give a clue. But here it is from last year while the nest was active:

tree with woodpecker nest
Taken from the opposite side, of course, but the difference should be obvious. The nest opening was between the two distinct branches extending to the right out over the water, and it appears to be just below those that the break occurred. It was inevitable, and while it did not seem to be occupied at any time this year, I’m still glad that this happened in the fall when it wasn’t likely to be in use.

I did, of course, start examining the shattered fallen portion of the trunk to see if I could find the nest hollow. After a bit of back-and-forth, looking for those side branches which had broken off, I picked a section and rolled it over, and there it was:

hollow of red-headed woodpecker nest Melanerpes erythrocephalus in section of fallen dead tree trunk, even showing downy feathers
The debris in the ‘floor’ of the hollow was fairly indicative, but the couple of grey downy feathers still adhering to the wood confirmed things well enough to me. The bark had been long gone for years, but the impact broke away most of the underlying ‘outer’ wood as well. Still, from top center extending out to top right is the root of an old, smaller branch, which is visible as a stump in most of last year’s photos, such as this one:

adult and fledgling red-headed woodpeckers Melanerpes erythrocephalus checking out surroundings
From this, you can tell that the nest opening was about even with that stump, making it roughly 25cm deep.

I couldn’t let it go at that, because today is Expend Way Too Much Effort On a Pointless Project Day, which I do have to admit that I celebrate far more frequently than just on October 29th – at least once a month, but probably more than that, and someday I’ll try to calculate how often this is, in the spirit of true dedication. In recognition, I took a few of yesterday’s photos of the ‘outer’ wood that had broken away from the base of that branch stump, and compared it to several of the photos that I obtained last year to try and confirm that I had exactly the right hollow. That this makes no difference to anyone is exactly the point, which I suppose makes this not entirely a pointless project and so I’m kinda shitting on the holiday – don’t tell anyone, I’ll get branded a traitor or something. I never could confirm this (matching the wood, I mean,) but there are some markings that give a lot of weight to being correct; the wood around the nest opening had broken away someplace else, and I hadn’t looked for it because I had forgotten the holiday was today. But there were still plenty of fresher, paler scratches on the section I had examined to show that something had been clawing at it fairly recently, courtesy of all the parental activity at the opening, which is one method to identify an active nest. This is vaguely visible under the fledgling in the image above.

More photos – just a handful – will be along shortly.

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