Sometimes you think you’ve missed the “perfect shot” when, really, you’ve already captured it. Today, vacation day #3, I was visiting Hinckley Lake. I’d not been to the lake in some time and thought I should check in. I came across a Great Blue Heron fishing in the shallows. Just as I got into position to shoot some stills of the big bird, it leaped into the air! I began firing the shutter. I don’t think the bird took flight because of me… I believe it was pursuing another heron fishing around the shoreline from where I was standing. Soon the two birds were charging out over the lake, one after the other and I got what I’d hoped would be the best pictures of the day. I was mistaken. As I was photographing the first bird early in its pursuit, I recorded a couple of images that later surprised me. In my favorite, the heron is banking whilst flying so low to the lake surface a wingtip dragged briefly in the water kicking up a wake! In the second shot (technically made earlier) the Great Blue is stretched out in flight while below, shore birds work for a living on a sandbar. All-in-all a great morning at the lake.
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The Cuyahoga Valley National Park was developed around the Ohio & Erie Canal which shadows the Cuyahoga River within its great valley. There remain relics of the great canal project of the first half of the 1800s. The one relic still in daily use is the towpath — where mules provided the “horsepower” tugging canal boats loaded with cargo and passengers north and south between the Ohio River and Lake Erie. Today the towpath is a popular trail used by runners, hikers, and cyclists for recreation. The canal, for the most part, has become a series of longitudinal ponds or slow-moving creeks dug by men but claimed now by nature.
When I first arrived at the Ira Road Trailhead and walked the short path from parking lot to towpath, I looked to the side and at the still water in the canal. Near the bank was something… a submerged stick? a frog’s head? a turtle’s head? No. Oh, but yes! That thick stump was the head of a snapping turtle, doubtless waiting for some careless animal to stray within reach! I shot a couple of photos before the monster >>blup<< pulled its head beneath the surface and dove for the bottom.
A little farther on I heard a rustling in the reeds, looked and spotted a young (by size) muskrat energetically swimming around in the canal finding and nibbling on, well, something or other. The rodent seemed unafraid of my presence though I don’t think it had learned to look up much. It swam this way and that, stopping for a nibble, then out and around again, and, like the turtle, <<blup<< underwater.
Of course, no naturalized pond would be complete without frogs and turtles and there were plenty to be seen and heard… one could hear the frogs, anyway.
North from the trailhead is the Beaver Marsh area. The canalway apparently either skirted or opened into that wet area. The expanse is now densely packed with aquatic plants and tall reeds and home to all manner of life. The reeds teem with Redwinged Blackbirds, Great Blue Herons (if they brave attacks from the Redwings) come there to fish, and swallows fill the air apparently scooping multitudes of insects to feed themselves and their young families.
Long ago “canal life” probably best referred to the lives and livelihoods affected by the big canal system project. That transportation system carried freight traffic from 1827 to 1861 when the railroads made it obsolete. Now, more than 150 years later, canal life means something more like life supported by the canal — the plants and animals that depend upon that construction for their lives. I can’t think of a better end for such a thing.
This, the morning of my first day of my vacation week was spent enjoying nature in the Cuyahoga Valley National Park. Doing what? Following the progress of the Great Blue Heron families at their rookery, of course! I arrived a little after 9:00 AM and it seemed the birds were only beginning to stir. There was a constant background noise –chattering amongst the birds– but not much activity in the air. As time passed birds began to take flight, seeking food for their burgeoning babies, and I watched with undiminished awe as they flew overhead.
The young birds, when they can be seen, appear to have adult feathers and markings and are hard to tell from their parents in the nests. It’s been close to a month since I was last at the rookery (blame weather and work) and at that time I’d seen no chicks at all. Today there were birds everywhere. Adults were making regular food runs to nearby wetlands, ponds, and streams. The parents could also be seen, on occasion, carrying nesting materials, most likely for making repairs.
At the nearby “Beaver Marsh” area of the national park area, I watched for herons fishing. I’d seen one earlier and had hiked to a spot I thought might provide a better view. Just as I spotted the bird, it took off but possibly not because of me. In hot pursuit was a relatively tiny Redwinged Blackbird! The redwings inhabit the marsh in great numbers and are constantly squabbling over territory there. It seems, however, that NO interloper is to be tolerated: the tiny black bird chased the big adult heron, even physically strafing it before turning back towards home.
I participated in the ADay.org project to photographically document daily life from around the world on one day: May 15, 2012. I guess I was over-thinking the whole thing when, the night before, my sleep was interrupted by thoughts about what I was going to do. I’d even thought about taking the day off and just shooting. Instead I went to work as usual though frustrated that I did not feel inspired. Late in the day, however, it dawned on me that I was trying too hard. I grabbed my camera and, while my machines were doing routine work, walked around the building. I got a few good shots and steadily grew more excited. Leaving work I headed toward the lakeshore, hoping to catch a large commercial vessel near the horizon. What I found was a beach and breakwall busy with (mostly) young people enjoying a very warm (79F degrees) afternoon by the water. That’s where, though I made more photos after I left, I got my favorite ADay shot of my day — the picture you see here.
Sunday, May 13 dawned reasonably clear and so, with cloudy skies anticipated, a few rushed photographic observations were made of our Sun. I had to fit that in before visiting Mom for Mother’s Day! Active Region1476 (a huge sunspot group) continued to dominate the solar disk though it had been joined by several smaller but notable sunspots blemishing old Sol’s face. Also visible in this photo are granulation and other disturbances — the chromospheric network — in the solar atmosphere. Notes on the photo, the best image I’ve done of the Sun so far: Canon EOS 50D, ISO 400, f/8, 1/1,250 sec., 400mm Canon telephoto, AstroZap white light film solar filter, May 13, 2012 at 9:15 AM. The sky was reasonably clear though this image was captured through a thin cloud, the remains of an aircraft’s vapor trail.
My old friend insomnia came for a visit this morning. No sleep from about 2:00 through at least 4:00 AM. Wandering around the house I peered from our window and could see the sky had remained beautifully clear. I unlocked the door, stepped outside, and stargazed for a while. The Moon was masked by a few local clouds but elsewhere bright stars glowed through. I smiled when I looked southward and saw brilliant lights forming a familiar “T” above the treetops — Scorpius, the scorpion with a glowing red heart! The air was still but cold and I was in tee shirt and stocking feet. I returned to the house, climbed back into bed, and returned to sleep. Calm lamps, indeed.
“Calm lamps within the distant southern sky,
And planet-dust upon the edge of space,
Look down upon the fretful world,
and I Look up to outer vastness unafraid
And see the stars which sang when earth was made.”
— from “Stars” by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall, 1925
Image generated in “Star Walk” for iPad.
Tasha and I went to visit Dr. G Wednesday morning to get a followup blood test for her thyroid condition and her annual checkup. She did excellently well in most regards. She was an agitated patient but, when screening results came in the following day, everything looked good. Dr. G told me every tested factor in her blood panel returned “normal” results including (of course) the thyroid. Tasha had gained .7 lbs. since her last visit and Dr. G thought that was so good she drew a little smiley face next to the number on the patient report! The only concern was blood pressure. Tasha’s BP was high during the thyroid episode, a result of the hyperthroidism itself. It has persisted, however, and in the absence of other causes such as kidney trouble, her hypertension is considered a geriatric condition. It may also have already damaged the retina of one of her eyes. Tasha (about 65 in “human years”) now takes human blood pressure medication! So we’re back to giving pills again {ugh!}. I’m hoping to order up tiny tablets from a compounding pharmacy as the worst part of preparing the once-a-day dose of Amlodipine Besylate is cutting an already small tablet into quarters — they always seem to crush or break. We go back to see Dr. G for a followup BP measurement in two weeks though I may see if I can borrow a blood pressure cuff … the “white coat” syndrome may be a considerable factor in driving Tasha’s pressure high.
Sunday morning we set off to visit the Old Woman Creek State Nature Preserve, just east of Huron, Ohio. This beautiful place, according to the Ohio Department of Natural Resources Web site,” is protected as a State Nature Preserve and National Estuarine Research Reserve because it is one of Ohio’s best remaining examples of a natural estuary.” The visitor center was recently remodeled and offers fun and interesting educational exhibits in a clean and comfortable, “green” indoor environment. What’s outdoors is what really counts, however, so we spent most of our time under open sky. Marked hiking trails conduct walkers (no dogs allowed, by the way) through quiet woodland settings and to views of the open wetlands of the estuary.
Attracting much attention from visitors was activity in an open prairie field across from the visitor center, site of many nesting boxes for Tree Swallows (Tachycineta bicolor). The boxes and the skies above them were busy with the aerial maneuverings and activities of resident swallows. The birds were living their lives there before us: mating (no “bird porn” here), catching insects, setting up housekeeping, all at incredible speed. Bird watchers of every ilk stopped by to enjoy the show and take in the brilliant iridescent blue plumage of the small birds.
The birds, the water, the animals of the forest were all wonderful to see. It doesn’t hurt, however, to look up towards trees, sky, and sun… you never know what beauty may await.
We spent Sunday afternoon on a lovely nature walk in the Sheldon Marsh State Nature Preserve outside Huron, Ohio. Public access is along a paved drive flanked by woodland paths that heads straight out into Sandusky Bay. It’s a prime birdwatching spot in the spring and autumn: birds use it for rest and refueling for the hop across Lake Erie between the US and Canada. The wetlands also provide habitat for longer-term residents making the preserve an excellent place for nature-loving hikers all year ’round.
Along the way we discovered and usually photographed many scenes, both still-life and wildlife, including ducks, a Baltimore Oriole, squirrels, chipmunks, turtles, snakes, and a Great Egret (Ardea alba). The egret was hunting in the shallows of the preserve’s beach area, along a wooded shore. The big bird knew where to find fish and I watched as, in rapid succession, it caught and quickly swallowed two. At some point it decided to move closer to shore and that’s when I got a few images of the egret in flight.
Redwinged Blackbirds (Agelaius phoeniceus) have marked my springs and, especially, summers for as long as I can remember. Their jet-black plumage accented with large red shoulder spots, their aggressive nature and raucous calls, make for an interesting bird to watch and listen to. There were many redwings in the preserve, darting in and out of the wetlands’ tall reeds — presumably nesting there. Occasionally there were territorial disputes, raucous and aggressive as would be expected. I spotted one bird picking at seed dropped by a visitor on the walkway. As I drew closer, the bird popped up into a neighboring tree. The redwing warily watched as I came a bit closer and shot a few photos of it perched on a branch. I stayed a bit too long so Mr. Redwing flitted into the woods.
I had been looking around mostly at birds and (wet)landscapes and hadn’t really noticed but we were, it seems, surrounded by snakes! An enthusiast, accompanied by his family, was spotting snakes sunning themselves among the rocks of a breakwall. He would hop on to the stones and deftly grab resting snakes! At first I worried he might do the reptiles some harm but he seemed mostly out to admire them, maybe prove his courage and skill, and then safely release. Once cued in, we began seeing the snakes. We spotted and photographed a Northern Water Snake (Nerodia sipedon) apparently ready to molt and, later, a Garter Snake (Thamnophis sirtalis) along the breakwall.
We had a fine, relaxed time enjoying nature, a lovely day, and a walk at the marsh.
It was a damp, dark, chilly morning this Sunday. After breakfast and lounging around the house we could stand it no more and decided to take our changes… we’d head to the heron rookery! We arrived just as a large hole in the thick overcast delivered blue sky and warming sunlight. The scene along Bath Road was much quieter today. Nest building appeared to be done and the Great Blue Herons were mostly sitting on or perched near their nests. We presume, at this point, the birds are sitting on clutches of eggs. The homey scene was marred, however, by a sad sight. Somehow one of the adult birds had died, its lifeless body dangling from branches near a nest. Occasionally another, presumably its mate, would alight nearby and remain nearby perhaps wondering why there was no greeting, no reaction from its partner. I recorded a few cheerier scenes of birds flying or occupying their nests. All too soon the sky closed up again, drizzle returned, and we sought the warm shelter of our car.
We’d set out today with the intent of also exploring the Ira Road Trailhead, an access point to a long boardwalk crossing a wetland area only a short distance north from the rookery. By the time we reached the parking lot, the drizzle had nearly ended and we set out for the boardwalk. We were greeted with lovely, dark scenes of lily pads, ducks and geese plying the water, Redwing Blackbirds, a turtle on a log, a Great Blue Heron slowly fishing along a neighboring shoreline. I got many more images to my liking from the Ira Road area than from the rookery today. My favorite was a Cardinal. I stalked the cardinal as I walked along the edge of the parking lot. First he was high in the trees, red feathers ruffled by the cold wind. Then the bird dropped into lower trees and shrubs. Finally he disappeared into the leafing brush. Fingers stiff and aching from exposure (we both shot big batches of photos), we made our way home happy that we had spent time with nature on a fine miserable day.
Appropriate wishes to all for a happy Earth Day every day!





















