Any member of compositae can serve as a living example for human beings, as we strive to see collective visions come into fruition. What an example for grass roots leadership training! Reflections on environmental education, conservation, wildlife issues, and birds; primarily of Southwest Missouri.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Green Leadership Academy: The Power of Flight
Any member of compositae can serve as a living example for human beings, as we strive to see collective visions come into fruition. What an example for grass roots leadership training! Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Green Leadership Academy: A Bird in the Hand
Monday evening licensed bird bander Andrew Kinslow was outstanding in his plight of the neotropicals presentation. We set up the mistnet for the next morning's activity.
At 6:00 am Tuesday morning, the mistnets were unfurled. Students were well versed on the ethics of mistnetting and eagerly awaited the first catch of the day. "Got one", echoed across the valley, and kids scurried to the net. The entangled bird was difficult to ID at first, probably because of the awkwardness of its predicament. I thought perhaps a Louisiana Waterthrush, but soon recognized it as a young Carolina Wren.
But we had only begun. Dr. Brian Greene, Missouri State herpetologist, spent the rest of the day with us, busting myth after myth about Cottonmouths by sharing his research results with the students. We then ventured out to the herp pondsMonday, June 29, 2009
Green Leadership Academy: The GLADE Model
Sunday, May 17, 2009
New Member of the Flock!
Published on Sunday, May 8, 2005 by CommonDreams.org |
The Mother's Journey |
by Denise Roy |
I have hands big enough to save the world, and small enough to rock a child to sleep. Looking up at the night sky is a humbling experience. The great darkness invites us to think about where we fit in, where we stand between the past and the future, between the earth and the stars. We seek to understand who we are and what it is that we are supposed to do. One warm summer night, when I was very pregnant with my daughter, I went outside to sit in a pool of cool water under the stars. I slowly massaged my growing belly, imagining who this child would be and what she would bring into this universe. As I looked up at the light from the stars, light that has taken millions of years to reach us, I thought about ancestors. If only one great-great grandparent had been a different person, I would not be here, and I would not be pregnant with this unique soul. On that night, I also thought of the future ones yet to be born. In that moment under the stars, I realized that I was carrying within me the seeds of my grandchildren, who would be alive into the twenty-second century. Suddenly, the distance between centuries did not seem so great. I felt myself participating in a much larger story. I understood that as a mother, I am part of a long continuum, carrying in my being both my ancestors and the future generations. With that comes the kind of responsibility that Native American wisdom articulates: "In our every deliberation, we must consider the impact of our decisions on the next seven generations." What I do here and now will affect many more lives than my own. It's easy to lose sight of this larger perspective when we're caught up in daily life-signing permission slips, making lunches, teaching our children to be kind to one another. It doesn't feel as if we're doing anything truly profound. And yet with each kiss, with each lesson, we are doing the work of the ages. We are nurturing life, we are shaping the next generation's hearts and bodies and souls. Literature is full of stories about the hero's journey. More often than not, these stories are about men, about how they go forth and slay the dragon or save the town, bringing back the Holy Grail or a gift for the community. There are fewer examples of women as heroes. Perhaps we need to rethink the idea of what an adventurous life is, of what a heroic journey entails. It might involve a quest, or it might be that we do not have to go anywhere else to obtain the gift, because we already hold it in our hands. We bring life to the community through our children and our work. Standing under the night sky, I ask the ancestors, the great communion of saints, to be with us on our journey. I ask them for wisdom and courage and strength to do the work that must be done. I reach out across time and ask the future ones, those waiting to be born, for their prayers and their trust that we will act like ancestors and pay attention to the longer rhythms of life. With hands big enough to save the world, and small enough to rock our children to sleep, we pray for the grace to fulfill our quest. Adapted from My Monastery Is a Minivan by Denise Roy (Loyola Press, 2001). Denise Roy is a psychotherapist and founder of FamilySpirit (http://www.familyspirit.com/) |
Sunday, May 10, 2009
WEKI Watch
As a result, I interrupt my Big Day Part 2 report to share a few poor, but identifiable photos that I took in the rain today. Soon, I'll get my friend Marvin out there to join me, and then I can share some real photos of Western Kingbirds. In the mean time, this will have to do. I just wanted to share the moment.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Nemesis Bird Nabbed
On Wednesday, May 6, all of that changed. I heard the recognizable call just before I saw the tiny bird flutter to a small tree in the midst of the tall grass prairie species. I knew immediately what it was, but I thought that it must be a fledgling, as it was hardly a master of flight. It seemed to limp from grass to grass, never flying more than 10 feet, with legs awkwardly spread out between grass stems. The camera of my friend Marvin DeJong clicked away to document our new found lifer.
This spring, I have been privileged enough to see both the old Short billed Marsh Wren and its cousin, the Long-billed Marsh Wren. Here are a couple photos I took of my new lifer.Wednesday, April 22, 2009
New arrivals for Earth Day
I couldn't catch the Blue-winged in a photo, but did get a few shots of other warblers to share.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
April Showers
Day 1, Thursday, Apr. 16: a trip to the Aldrich arm of Stockton Reservoir yielded few species, no shorebirds, but nice views of Osprey and Lark Sparrow.
Day 3, Saturday, Apr. 18: Short trip to the DeJong Farm on Bull Creek in southern Christian County, Missouri, yielded 7 Yellow throated Warblers, 9 Northern Parula, 6 American Redstarts, 3 Ovenbirds, 1 Kentucky Warbler, 2 Black and White Warblers, 1 Louisiana Waterthrush, 1 Swainson's Thrush, 1 Broad winged Hawk, 1 Sharp shinned Hawk, 2 Eastern Towhee, 2 Eastern Phoebe, 2 Ruby crowned Kinglets and the regulars....
Pine WarblerFriday, March 20, 2009
Yellowlegs.....the way I like them!
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Deja Vu All Over Again
How many years in a row have I made the trek to see the manure strewn field at the corner of FR253 and FR 186 in the Palmetto Meadow region of my stomping grounds?
A quick look at my life list reveals the truth...... March 30, 1995... American Golden Plover, Pluvialis dominica, Greene County, Missouri. So, that makes this the 15th spring that I've found the perennial plovers in the pastures of Palmetto. An anniversary of sorts, I suppose.
But there is something more significant here. Notice the March 30 date. For years I knew that when I came home from my spring break visiting my parents in the Rio Grande Valley of southern Texas, I could quickly make the trek to see the birds. Their presence extended into early April. But something has been happening to the plovers that has been well documented in many other species. They are returning earlier each successive year! I suspect that most will be far north of southwest Missouri by the end of March.
So, it is, that yesterday, on Friday the 13th of March, that I spotted 28 American Golden Plovers at the exact same location as I've seen them time and time again, but this time 2 1/2 weeks earlier than I originally saw them 14 years ago.
I draw upon Yogi once again:
"I always thought that record would stand until it was broken." and, by golly,
"You can observe a lot just by watching."
Here's a few poor photos of the distant, albeit reliable birds: