It’s finally starting to look more like late fall-going-on-winter around here, with the weather turning cooler and the trees finally sheding their summer plumage. It was only three weeks ago it still looked like summer.
Recent rains have left the lake level about a foot higher than normal, but it was clearly even higher, as can be seen by the mud line along the shore:

or the mud on this ourcropping of vegetation:

The wildlife is looking more winter-like too, with wintering Buffleheads hanging around:

I try not to spook the wildlife, but sometimes it happens anyway.

Oh, and let’s not forget the obligatory Great Blue Heron picture: this one was hunting for dinner so I kept some distance:

Creature Feature 2018 #6
I finally managed to get back out on the lake last weekend. The crazy thing is, with the weather we’ve been having, everything is still green, on the last days of October. These pictures could have just as easily been taken back in July, but really were taken on 2018-10-28.


Some trees were just starting to change colors.

The wild animals didn’t seem too bothered by it. This solitary duck kept popping up and down as I maneuvered around with the camera:

And the turtles were taking advantage of the fall sunshine:

One thing about having a surveillance camera is that it sometimes picks up interesting things. Like this vulture coming in for a landing (full stall, it looks like) on my driveway.

Or this bird playing around the camera:

Creature Feature 2018 #5 catchup
A little catch up. I’ve been so tied up since the summer, I never had a chance to post these. Believing it’s better late than never, here’s some pictures from last summer.
I believe this is a Prothonotary Warbler I’d seen only once before:


I mentioned that not all the creatures I see while paddling around the lake are aquatic. This raccoon, while not really aquatic, doesn’t seem to mind the water.

Meanwhile, back on shore, I had herds of hummingbirds through most of August. I’d see 6 or 8 at one time swarming around the feeders, which I had to fill every day. I took to mixing up hummingbird fuel by the gallon.

My point with these pictures isn’t so much that they’re good pictures (these guys are small and fast), but I did catch some that really showed how they can maneuver.

Like this one in an almost-90 degree bank leaving the feeder:

At times it got rather crowded, and it seemed the sky wasn’t big enough for two of ’em. No, there was no mirror between these two:

Creature Feature 2018 #4
One thing about going up all these little inlets and backwaters I like to frequent is that not all the creatures I see are really aquatic, like this Gray Squirrel:

But there’s plenty that are quite happy in and around the water, like the Osprey, who are working their nest on top of the water system’s intake structure:

Of course, it’s only been a week since my last report, and it’s still Dragonfly season out there:


A lot of them are flying in “extremely close formation”, like these two that I just barely caught with the camera:

For today’s obligatory Great Blue Heron picture, I startled this one when I came around a bend and didn’t see her there:

If you’ve ever wondered how you land a bird of this size (or, more accurately, how a bird of this size lands a bird of this size)…

Scrub off a little speed..

Plan a full-stall landing (there can’t be much lift left there)…

And put the landing gear …er… feet down before touchdown:

Creature Feature 2018 #3
The lake was all silted up from all the recent rains, but all that runoff raised up the water level so I could get into more of the nooks & crannies around the lake.

It’s definitely the Time of the Dragon, Dragon Flies, that is:

This one probably just emerged: that looks like their shed larval skin on the branch:


The Geese have definitely been busy. I came across a large group of Gooselets (and just a few adults) along the shore. They split up (perhaps with all those little ones, I made them nervous), pretty much evenly, and while one group went into the woods, this group continued along the shore. I suspect the met up later.

I’ve said it before, just when I think I’ve seen all the lake has to show me, nature throws something else at me. As I was paddling up one of those little crannies, I saw two large birds moving around in the trees. I first thought “hawk”, but once I got to where I could actually see one, I realized this was something new (to me).


Given that I saw two of them (Barred Owls, I believe), and this one was keeping a real close eye on me, I didn’t want to approach too close in case they had a nest nearby.
Of course, we have the obligatory Great Blue Heron picture; this one had just taken off: they generally fold their necks a few seconds after takeoff.

followed up by a nice full-stall landing. You can see how the airflow has separated across her wings.

Creature Feature 2018 #2
It was a cool-ish (for the end of April) rather overcast day, but I was Finally able to get out the lake for the first time this season.

Everything had turned green in the meantime, and a lot of stuff was still blooming:


The Ospreys are back at their nest on the intake structure (you can just see the head above the nest):

Of course, all the usual inhabitants are still out there, like these Geese (got a bit of a bow wave going there):

And, of course, the obligatory Great Blue Heron picture. This one is notable because she’s coming towards me which, for some mysterious reason, is rather rare:

Got a lot of pixels on that one. As usual, click on the picture to get to a full-resolution version.
Not sure how to label this post
We use labels a lot. To an extent, this is a good thing. A label tells me that a can on the shelf contains soup, or beans, and not paint thinner, which is something I’d want to know if I was hungry, or had a paint brush to clean. A label tells me that tube contains toothpaste, and not super glue (wouldn’t want to mix those up!).
However, a label only tells you what it says. A label that just says “toothpaste” doesn’t tell me if it’s mint, wintergreen, tarter control, or super whitening. To get at those things, I have to dig a bit deeper, maybe to a more specific label somewhere, or just open the cap and see.
Even a specific label might not tell me what I need to know. Do I actually like wintergreen toothpaste? The label doesn’t tell me that. To find out, I have to open up the tube and try it. Only having done that, can I assign some meaning to “wintergreen” (bleah, or yum), when used by a particular brand, and proceed accordingly.
The more complex, or nuanced the item is, the less helpful the label is. “Chicken noodle soup” tells me some things about what’s in the can, but it doesn’t tell me how much chicken is mixed in with the noodles, It only gives a very general idea of what it tastes like. To really get to know the soup, it has to be taken into my home, opened, heated in a bowl, and tasted.
How much more complex are people than soup? And yet, we label them like crazy, and hang a lot on those labels. I might be labeled an “IT system administrator”, but does that really say anything about what I do during the course of a work day (or, occasionally, night)? Yeah, it has something to do with computers, but what use is that? It doesn’t say anything about the storage networks I administer, servers, storage arrays, audits, security systems, air conditioners, 3-phase power systems, and a host of other things I deal with all the time (yes, all those really are things that are part of my IT job). Those who hang everything on that label of “IT system administrator” are missing a whole lot of what that really goes on. I’ll leave the subject of how this affects my relationship with my managers and HR for another day.
Of course, we carry a lot of labels. But even taken together all those result in a poor description of who and what we are. Maybe I have the label “kayaker”, but does that tell you where I like to paddle (hint: it ain’t white-water), or what I like to take along to eat, or when I like to paddle? Again, the labels fall far short of who we are. Like the chicken noodle soup, it takes some work to understand us at all.
There’s been a lot in the news lately about gender labels. We hang so very much on those labels, but like the soup can label, it’s very limited in it’s ability to tell you much at all about a person, if it’s even relevant at all (which, most of the time, it isn’t). Race labels are just as bad. We associate an absurd amount of information with those labels, but it’s like saying that because it’s labeled toothpaste, it’s wintergreen super-whitening and I like it.
So, let’s be a bit circumspect about labels, and be careful to distinguish what the label says and what it doesn’t. Sure, sometimes the labels help us…. if I’m looking for someone to fix my Cessna, I can skip right over those cubicle-dwelling clean-fingernailed “IT system administrators” who wouldn’t know a ratchet from an igniter plug… Oh wait… I AM an aircraft mechanic too (and do know the difference between a ratchet and an igniter plug). Maybe we should ditch the labels altogether.
Lake Rabon Park
Snuck in a walk in the woods at the Lake Rabon park this morning before the weather moves in.
I noted that more of the trails are now graveled (it’s a rural area, not wilderness, so I guess they have to). Fortunately, there’s still some dirt trails:


With the recent rains, it looks like there’s decent water flow through the lake and into the creek below:

That’s a bit of a climb up from the bottom to the top of the dam.

Somehow I’m reminded of a song when I go by this area, where the Highway 252 bridge goes over the creek:

Sung to the tune of “Under the Boardwalk” by the drifters:
Oh when the sun beats down and burns the tar up on the road
And your shoes get so hot you wish your tired feet would take a swim
Under the highway, down by the creek, yeah
On a rock with my baby is where I’ll be
(under the highway) out of the sun
(Under the highway) we’ll be havin’ some fun
(Under the highway) people driving above
(Under the highway) we’ll be catchin’ fish
Under the highway, highway!
Cold Creature Feature 2018 #1
The title says it all: cold.


It’s pretty rare that we get ice on the lake here like that. I took a cautious step onto the ice, about 30cm from the shore and about 4-5cm of water depth. It was probably frozen all the way to the bottom, but I still broke (or cracked) the ice. Don’t try this at home, especially if you’re heavier than a small corvid.

For all the cold and ice, the wildlife is still here. This Kingfisher was still fishing:

and ducks were still out on the water.

And, of course, the obligatory Great Blue Heron picture:

Autumn at Croft
Or, “A walk in the woods, pt. 3”.
Sometimes the weather is just “forget about it” for some outdoor activities, but just right for others. Today was one of those days. Early morning started out with low clouds, fog, and some drizzle, making it unsuitable for cycling, and with the low ceiling forecast to persist for the day, flying wasn’t much of an option either. But it was just right for a walk in the woods. So I packed a couple lunches (I get hungry) and headed back to Croft State Park, my favorite, and closest, place to get out in the forest.
The trees were well into fall colors, and some had even fallen on the ground already.

I was following a trail that cut across a road at one point. When I got here, I suddenly felt like I imagine a deer might feel when facing a crossing like this: a little apprehensive, wondering if there might be something coming. But it’s not a road that gets used much (if at all, there’s a gate across it upstream) and I was able to cross without incident.

Kelsey Creek is where I had a bit of a navigational mishap: I managed to miss where the trail turned to cross the creek while another, unmapped trail continued on. I was wondering about crossing the creek, and was rather surprised to come across a road and a bridge, which was not where I needed to cross. I doubled back and got back on the correct trail, finding some rocks to hop across the creek on. I mentioned to the park staff that this could be marked a bit better.

Ah, civilization, a nice place to stop for my first lunch. No, I didn’t take the 3-mile shortcut back to “the barn”, although that was where I planned to end up.

This could be a fungus, or maybe a spaceship, perhaps part of the G’Gugvuntt and Vl’hurg battle fleet. Didn’t see any small dogs, though.

Coming down the east side of the Foster Mill Loop I saw evidence of the tornadoes that went through the area a few weeks ago. As of this writing, the Beech Tree Trail was still closed due to storm damage.

All in all, a nice walk. I guess some would call it a hike, but it just seems like a “hike” should involve more than just throwing some food and water in a backpack and walking off. Shrug.

I probably covered about 15 miles, maybe a bit more with my little side trip, over the 5.5 hours I got to spend there. I certainly feel like I got my money’s worth out of the paltry $2 admission.
Here’s a link to a little bit of video.
