Good Morning dear Mourners,
For over a week our Santa Cruz community and environment has been in the clutches of the devastating San Lorenzo Valley wildfire that has destroyed the homes of humans and wildlife throughout the Santa Cruz Mountains. Our sky was sheathed in heavy smoke, snowing ashes far and wide, covering everything with its tears of sorrow for petrifying loss. Our sun was wrapped in an eerie, fiery orange veil, reminding us that the wildfire was devouring relentlessly anything in its path. Nature had set loose her mighty lightening force, sending us the fire demons, the messengers of unprecedented hot fires that harvested ferociously the results of our Climate Change silence. Our firefighters battled the fire beyond human endurance with reduced workforce and undersupply of equipment. If it wasn’t for their determination and heroic efforts then wildfire would be raging with apocalyptic appetite through our whole region.
I went down to the river to water our Estuary Project plants during that week. It was remarkable to see the fire debris: intact leaves that were black and fell apart when touched. They were actually big pieces of ash, testifying of the heat the fire was generating. The remains had not gone through a slow burning process. It looked like an explosion had occurred, sending us fragments, telling us of its deed with hieroglyphic imprints.
The plants were continuing to pursue their intend to live and be part of the connecting life cycle: seduce the insects to harvest their food offerings with their brightly colored blossoms and thus nourish Nature’s web. It was uplifting to watch the will to live in spite of all the horrifying devastation around us.
In last week quite a few Widow Skimmers have been present at the Mike Fox fruit orchard. If you have seen one then you know they are exceptional big. So it won’t surprised to hear that they are cousins of biggest family of dragonflies. I have never ever seen a Widow Skimmer and was thrilled to welcome a new insect at the river levee, hoping they’ll become a regular river visitor.
About 2 weeks ago, I noticed that there was an increase of reports for COMMON MURRE in distress. I got curious and asked around. And that is how I found out that the Native Animal Rescue had over a 100 calls for COMMON MURRES. It’s worth noting that the birds had no waterproof and that there was a mix of juveniles and adults. Usually the young birds end up in distress and with injuries. The Calif. Dept of Fish and Wildlife will be examing the dead birds, trying to figure out the cause of their deaths. As you know the Native Animal Rescue center is doing an amazing job helping injured critters and in times like these they will love to receive our donations. Also be sure to check out their delightful blog posts.
The juvenile PIED-billed GREBE is trying really hard to get along with the belligerent, territorial PIED-billed GREBE adult. The youngster is getting to the point of instantly fleeing as soon as the older one heads its way, making pitiful high pitched sounds as swims as fast as it can. The teenager is in training to accept boundaries, which is a matter of survival: as long as it is at a safe distance it is allowed to hunt and eat. I am happy to report that the adolescent is getting the hang of the ‘house’ rules on the river.
To-day we had our first blue sky in over a week and Nature withdraw her threat for more lightening, our firefighters got more help and equipment. So to-day we got to give our gratitude to the universe for being able to catch a breath of relief. And let me tell you: it was mighty sweet to feel that release!!
Sending you peace and comfort greetings~ jane