Good Afternoon to you Nature Appreciators,
Well, I am still on a Lupine rescue mission. You can find me in the early morning spraying them down with water. These plants deserve my saving efforts, because they so wanted to live: growing big, setting blossoms that bloomed beautifully until the aphids attacked. It looks like a few plants will pull through. After washing the sticky aphid gook off my hands, I always check on the big tree trunk that had been washed down by one of the heavy winter storms and is now a cherished hang out spot for the birds. I am very fond of the stranded giant, because it testifies that its life force is determined to flourish. Its leaves stayed alive, although a powerful rainstorm ripped it out of the ground and forced it to take a wild ride downstream. Now the BLACK PHOEBES are thrilled to be able to hunt its insects right over the water. The MALLARDS and COMMON MERGANSERS schnoz safely inside of the branch tangles. The GREAT BLUE HERON frequents it for its lengthly preening sessions. Obviously the birds treat this tree trunk as a welcomed addition to their daily lives.
I like to invite you to come this Saturday 8/17 to the ongoing Estuary Project and join our restoration improvements. You’ll get to meet good people and enjoy making a difference together. Click here for more info.
It was truly astounding how many dragonflies were whizzing around at the Mike Fox Park by the Riverside Ave. bridge. Counting them was impossible, but I estimate that there were at least 50 of them. There was amazing variety of species present: Firecracker Skimmers( don’t you love that name?!), Blue Dasher, Common Green Darner and dark brown, purple, bronze ones that I had never seen before. The sunshine made their shiny wings glitter in the air and sparks would explode off the bushes when they moved. It was like standing in a fairy tale scene.
The Jamaican man and I have shared our a silent love for the ANNA’S HUMMINGBIRD for over a year. Whoever arrived first at the river point would point out wordlessly its location, because we didn’t want to scare it off. Then we watch it together quietly until little beauty had enough of being starred at and zoom off. We smile at each other and give each other a thumb ups good-bye. I hadn’t seen the ANNA’S HUMMINGBIRD nor the Jamaican man for a couple of weeks and wondered what happened to both of them. Then the Jamaican man was back and he asked if I had seen our shared love. When I told him that I hadn’t, he bend his head and sadly said:”The bird is dead”. I suggested that the A. HUMMINGBIRD might have found a different food source. He din’t think so since our bird hadn’t looked well the last few times he had seen it. Its feather look dull and it was puffed up. A couple of days later a friend of mine told me that she missed seeing the A. HUMMINGBIRD at the river point. It touched me that the little feather-ball had been a joyous part of our lives.
I hadn’t seen the KINGFISHER for a while, so it was a treat to see her sitting on the wire that crosses the river. The changed shoreline had me worried for this impressive fishing bird, who prefers perches close to or above the water. But now the sediment created wide sandbanks and her perches are no longer close to the waterline. The KINGFISHER has an unusual nest preference: they excavate a 1 to 8 feet long tunnel with their specialized long, flat toe and sharp claws into sandy banks. As you can imagine this accomplishment takes several weeks and the KINGFISHERS reuse their channel nests for years. It’s interesting that SWALLOWS figured out that they can co-nest with the excavators by digging small chambers into the walls for their nesting needs.
To-night,Tuesday 13, I’ll be talking about the river on Bruce Bratton’s ‘Universal Grapevine’ radio show. So turn your dial to KZSC 88.1 to catch our talk~ until then cheers to you, jane