Reub's journey

03 May 2017

Malheur

 I have just returned from a trip to central Oregon, the northern Great Basin.



 This is a place of high desert, very cold at night. There was snow when we awoke on Friday morning, April 28.



The place where we stay is certainly not fancy. If you are interested, please visit the website of the Malheur Field Station, and if you go, take a sleeping bag, food, and your own gear. The field station seems to be trying to return to the elements much faster than anyone has the money or time to prevent.



 After all, that is the history of others who have tried to exist in this harsh and wild environment that was once the domain of the Paiute tribe.



The Malheur area has been managed by a collaboration of local cattle owners, refuge managers, Paiutes, environmental groups  (the Audobon Society), and others. The refuge was a good example of working things out between federal government and local interests; it was not a "land grab" and should never have been the center of violent protest on the part of the Bundy family in 2016.




Harney County is still healing from the Bundy's armed occupation of early 2016.



  But what a place. There are close to 200 thousand acres of wetland in this high desert basin, and every bit of it is crucial to migrating birds. Here is our list of 85 species spotted in 4 days. By "our" I don't mean "me;" I mean the actual bird watchers I was tagging along with: they have the most acute eyes, ears, and memory of anybody I've ever met.


However, birds are only a part of the draw. This is a Side-Blotched Lizard, a little guy who has to watch out for many predators.


A buck rub; it is time for itchy antlers to come off.


A freshly dug badger hole. Badgers can dig down pretty far in just 30 seconds, searching out ground squirrels to eat.



This sphere is comprised of hundreds of little twigs: a magpie nest.



Decades ago there were a number of drainage ditches dug; they are running full right now because of the wet winter.



Tens of thousands of dollars worth of damage was done to Malheur headquarters by self-branded "patriots" in early 2016, and when we visited last year it was closed. Thanks to local volunteer efforts, it looks good now.



Is there a wetland near you? Try to visit it in the next few weeks. Take some binoculars, and be willing to sit and listen for awhile.



Back home now in my warm house and easy life, there is a small part of me that remains behind. Certainly I will go back, but for now it is enough to gratefully remember the solitude and beauty.

22 April 2017

Fear less

 I had never seen a drone before Saturday afternoon. From down below it sounded like a yard tool. But up above in the temporary blue sky, it was beautiful, flying above the people gathered to walk the streets of Corvallis to support science on Earth Day.



 There were at least 3,300 people gathered around the courthouse. Wow. That is quite a few for a town this size.




 
 Science should not be a partisan thing. No scientists want this. Yet, unfortunately, our current leadership is forcing science into the political arena.



 And so there will be demonstrations.


 
 There are many angry Americans.



 This lady was on oxygen, doing the best she could to support the science that she depends upon. Why is our leadership defunding science? She wants to know. Her participation makes her feel energized and hopeful for change.



I have climate change doubters in my family. I love them dearly. They know the climate is changing (duh), but do not believe that it is anything more than "weather."  I do not know how to tell them otherwise because they will not listen, despite mountains of data that shows the unprecedented velocity of global warming due to human activity.




 Marie Curie: Nothing in life is to be feared; it is only to be understood. Now is the time to understand more so that we may fear less.



 I do fear this. There are things we can do. But our government goes in the opposite direction, and there are many who support it.




 God bless the nerds. They may be our salvation. He stood there all by himself.




And the kids; they bring hope. She was dressed as a butterfly and talked extensively about them. There will be no stopping the kids. Happy Earth Day. May we all have cause to fear less.


30 March 2017

Respite




We just returned from a brief respite at a favorite spot in the central Cascades of Oregon, a place we often visit as the seasons change in March and September.  This year it has been a long winter, and the snow and ice linger.



 What a good place to think, just at the turning of winter. A quiet place, disconnected from the internet and no phone or television connection.




 The edges of things are interesting. Edges and corners are places where you must stop and consider.  What to keep, what to let go, what to change, what to defend.




 There are choices, very different directions. Man, everything seems like politics these days.




 What a beautiful country we live in. May we find our way to peaceful resolutions of difficult problems in a world that is complicated and ever-moving. May it be so.




22 December 2016

Playing the elf

I love Christmas. I like the hubbub of it: cookies baking, the warm house aglow with lights, the fresh tree in the living room. I love the generous spirit which never lasts long enough.




I've been playing the elf, making things for 3 small grandsons. Here is a campfire created out of felt and paper for the oldest, who just turned five.


Detachable flames! Why not. And of course, marshmallows.




For the 2 1/2 year old:  fish, with metal rings and paperclips sewn into their mouths.



 Because if your only lure is a magnet, how else can you catch them?



 
A fish pond.




For the youngest: wee blueberry muffins to "bake" in his little kitchen.



 He needs ingredients. Here is some pasta and broccoli. Had to stitch the noodles together so they wouldn't end up all over the house.



The process is closely regarded.




 Potatoes.



Finally, a bunch of carrots, a few eggs, and a little shopping bag to keep things in. I might be done.

The making of all of this stuff has been great entertainment. Not sure how it will go over. "Wahooo I got some potatoes!!!" said no one ever. But it really doesn't matter because I've had my own fun with it. And that's good enough for me.


17 December 2016

A winter's gift


We don't get a lot of snow here in western Oregon, but when we do, it is usually a gift. Today, after a recent snow, John and I spent some time with friends on their property north of town. Much of it was about looking at tracks. Who had passed through in the last two days? Cougar and deer.




Bobcat and cougar, crossing the narrow plank bridge over a creek. Given a choice, cats of all sizes daintily avoid stepping in water, don't they?


More than one cougar had been poking around. One big kitty had 5 toes.



That's right: take care not to step on the ferns.


Turkeys.


Cougar hunt deer, and the tracks mingle.


A mouse, wishing to avoid detection, tunnels beneath the snow's surface, then pops up for air.


A mouse above the snow: hopping south on the left, north on the right.  See the tail?


A bobcat, leaving a circle of snow all around her furry foot.


When did the bobcat pass through? There are crystals covering her print, telling us that it wasn't this morning.



At last we left the snowy, tangled woods,


stepped over the icy art on the path, and went into the cabin for soup and a warm fire. All of it a winter's gift.