Several have asked how the barn was coming so I thought I would bring you up to date. It has been raining in Lampasas so construction has slowed. It started raining the day we poured the slab and has rained off and on a little every few days since. If I had known all I had to do to get rain was pour some concrete we could have poured some kind of slab a long time ago. Since we are in the worst drought of our lives we are happy to have the rain. The barn is now up but we still need to pour some concrete ramps so we will just have to wait until it gets dryer. Here are a few pictures of the barn at the stage we are right now. Wild Ed
Monday, December 26, 2011
The New Barn
Several have asked how the barn was coming so I thought I would bring you up to date. It has been raining in Lampasas so construction has slowed. It started raining the day we poured the slab and has rained off and on a little every few days since. If I had known all I had to do to get rain was pour some concrete we could have poured some kind of slab a long time ago. Since we are in the worst drought of our lives we are happy to have the rain. The barn is now up but we still need to pour some concrete ramps so we will just have to wait until it gets dryer. Here are a few pictures of the barn at the stage we are right now. Wild Ed
Friday, December 23, 2011
Thinking About My Bird of the Year 2011
It's been an incredible year of bird watching. As I think back on some of the sweet birds I've seen—some of them lifers, some just old favorites—I find it nearly impossible to pick just one as my BOY—my Bird of the Year. Here are some of the nominees: Above is the lesser prairie chicken I got to see, with dozens of his fellow lekkers, outside of Woodward, Oklahoma, during the Lesser Prairie Chicken Festival. What a soul-stirring morning spent in a small blind, waiting for enough of the dawn to coalesce so I could see these incredible birds perform their ancient courtship ritual.
An even rarer life bird came to me (really I went questing after it) in central Texas in late June. The male golden-cheeked warbler that I found at Friedrich Wilderness Park north of San Antonio was my next-to-last U.S.-breeding warbler species (only the hard-to-see Colima warbler remains unchecked on my life list).
Actually the first golden-cheeked individual I saw was a begging fledgling, which looked a whole lot like an adult bird only rattier and fluffier of plumage. When the adult male came in, followed by the adult female, and the three of them dropped down to drink and bathe in a small pool 20 feet away, my identification was confirmed. And I began to suppress a scream of joy. It was a extra poignant to see a fledgling of this federally endangered species—and to think of how few fledgling golden-cheeked warblers there were in the world at that moment.
I'm often asked, as most birders are, to share which species is my favorite bird. Since my pre-teen years, my answer has been red-headed woodpecker. I'm not sure why, but this bird just gets me fired up. Perhaps because this is a bird of contradictions. They are increasingly rare here in southeastern Ohio, but they were common in the southeastern Iowa of my childhood. They are ID-able from a great distance in flight flashing the semaphore of white and black wings, yet they often go unnoticed as they perch quietly. Some red-headeds migrate, others don't. Where they are common they are reliable to see, but they can also show up just about anywhere, especially in fall migration. They are often confused with the much more common red-bellied woodpecker and species that has, at best, a red Mohawk stripe of red. And the red on the red-headed's head (say THAT 10 times fast)—well it's perhaps the most compelling red on any bird. Yep, it's my fave. This year we heard about a nesting colony of RHWOs about an hour away from home in West Virginia, so we took several trips there to commune with them.
While traversing the New River Gorge Bridge on the catwalk below the road surface, I got to enjoy my closest-ever look at an adult peregrine falcon. The above photo was taken with my Canon G12 point-and-shoot camera. This bird was CLOSE! The bird of prey highlight of the year for me.
The local birding grapevine whispered in my ear about a possible sandhill crane in our county. I was initially doubtful because we have an exploding population of great blue herons in the region. Sure enough, at dusk the same day I first heard about the crane, we found it. Foraging in a field of newly sprouted sweet corn. It stayed around long enough for me to get several birding friends out to see it. My first-ever Ohio sandhill crane and, if I kept a Washington County, Ohio bird list this would be a nice addition to it!
These are just four of the nominees for my BOY. I'll do my best to share the rest during the holidays, before the list stats anew at 12:01 am on 1/1/12.
An even rarer life bird came to me (really I went questing after it) in central Texas in late June. The male golden-cheeked warbler that I found at Friedrich Wilderness Park north of San Antonio was my next-to-last U.S.-breeding warbler species (only the hard-to-see Colima warbler remains unchecked on my life list).
Actually the first golden-cheeked individual I saw was a begging fledgling, which looked a whole lot like an adult bird only rattier and fluffier of plumage. When the adult male came in, followed by the adult female, and the three of them dropped down to drink and bathe in a small pool 20 feet away, my identification was confirmed. And I began to suppress a scream of joy. It was a extra poignant to see a fledgling of this federally endangered species—and to think of how few fledgling golden-cheeked warblers there were in the world at that moment.
I'm often asked, as most birders are, to share which species is my favorite bird. Since my pre-teen years, my answer has been red-headed woodpecker. I'm not sure why, but this bird just gets me fired up. Perhaps because this is a bird of contradictions. They are increasingly rare here in southeastern Ohio, but they were common in the southeastern Iowa of my childhood. They are ID-able from a great distance in flight flashing the semaphore of white and black wings, yet they often go unnoticed as they perch quietly. Some red-headeds migrate, others don't. Where they are common they are reliable to see, but they can also show up just about anywhere, especially in fall migration. They are often confused with the much more common red-bellied woodpecker and species that has, at best, a red Mohawk stripe of red. And the red on the red-headed's head (say THAT 10 times fast)—well it's perhaps the most compelling red on any bird. Yep, it's my fave. This year we heard about a nesting colony of RHWOs about an hour away from home in West Virginia, so we took several trips there to commune with them.
While traversing the New River Gorge Bridge on the catwalk below the road surface, I got to enjoy my closest-ever look at an adult peregrine falcon. The above photo was taken with my Canon G12 point-and-shoot camera. This bird was CLOSE! The bird of prey highlight of the year for me.
The local birding grapevine whispered in my ear about a possible sandhill crane in our county. I was initially doubtful because we have an exploding population of great blue herons in the region. Sure enough, at dusk the same day I first heard about the crane, we found it. Foraging in a field of newly sprouted sweet corn. It stayed around long enough for me to get several birding friends out to see it. My first-ever Ohio sandhill crane and, if I kept a Washington County, Ohio bird list this would be a nice addition to it!
These are just four of the nominees for my BOY. I'll do my best to share the rest during the holidays, before the list stats anew at 12:01 am on 1/1/12.
Monday, December 19, 2011
New Barn and New Friends
As we are in the process of building a new barn on our place in Lampasas I have been spending a lot of time in the area. We have had some land clearing done, a well drilled, electric lines put in, electrical boxes and breakers installed on the meter pole along with other miscellaneous expenses. We have had the slab poured and actual construction has now begun on the barn. Along the way we have made some new friends. Last week I met a couple of great kids that have a passion for the outdoors. One of my new buddies sent me a picture of a salmon he caught on a trip to Alaska in 2008 along with his recent kill of an axis doe back home in Texas , all pretty impressive for a kid just starting his hunting and fishing adventures.
Klein I hope you continue to have such adventures just remember to be safe in the field. Also don't forget to be appreciative of your dad for taking you hunting and fishing as someday he will need you to take him with you on your adventures. Wild Ed
Klein I hope you continue to have such adventures just remember to be safe in the field. Also don't forget to be appreciative of your dad for taking you hunting and fishing as someday he will need you to take him with you on your adventures. Wild Ed
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Uncle Bob's Famous Homemade Yeast Rolls
My Uncle Bob and I have been more like brothers most of our lives as we are not that far a part in age and probably not that far apart in our beliefs and politics. Uncle Bob and I both end up doing a lot of the cooking in our families especially around the holidays. Bob is an excellent cook but often traverses on the edge of gourmet and spice filled ethnic dishes where I tend to stick mostly with Texas Style Barbecue, Country and Southern foods as my field of expertise. Bob has become famous with family for his pancakes and rolls. They have been found to be most excellent fare by not only his kids but also passed muster with the grand kids this year at the Thanksgiving table. I finally convinced him to pass on his roll recipe so that the rest of us could try and master these wonderful rolls. If you make them in big squares they also make wonder rolls for sandwiches and other tasty treats that you might wish to put between two wonderful pieces of bread. I prefer them with Chicken Fried Steak and cream gravy or stuffed with sliced BBQ Brisket. Here is Uncle Bob’s recipe for you to make yourself and hopefully your family will approve also. Wild Ed
UNCLE BOB’S FAMOUS ROLLS
Ingredients:
6&1/2 cups all purpose flour
1Tbs Yeast
2 eggs beaten
1/2 cup of sugar
1/2 cup of shortening (liquid)
1/2 cup Butter (melted)
1tsp salt
2 cups milk (warm to 95ºf)
1/4 cup water 95ºf
Preparation:
Sift flour and salt into a container set aside.
In a large bowl add 1/2 cup. Oil and 1/2 cup butter with the 1/2 cup of sugar.
Cream the above mixture, add eggs and cream again.
Add the yeast to the water and let it dissolve until it begins to foam.
Add the warm milk and yeast water mixture to the eggs, oil,& butter mixture, beat with beater a few seconds.
Add 2 cups of flour to the mixture, beat and continue adding flour until you can no longer beat with the hand beater.
Switch to a spatula, and stir in flour until a thick tacky ball is well mixed.
Turn the dough into a large bowl that has been well greased with oil, roll the ball around so the entire mix is coated with oil, and cover with a clean dishtowel, let rise until double in size.
Beat the risen dough down, cover with plastic wrap and place in the refrigerator until about 80 minutes before rolls are to be cooked:
Cooking the rolls:
Preheat oven to 400ºF, place rack in center of the oven.
Melt 1 cup of butter on low heat in a sauce pan
Grease a large baking pan with butter.
Pour dough onto a floured bread board, and divide in half.
Roll out to desired thickness, and cut desired shape with a knife. I like to cut strips about 2"X 2", to be used for sandwiches later, if any are left after dinner.
(This dough can be made into any shape one desires.)
Place dough on to baking pan about 1/8" apart in all directions.
When the trays are full brush all around the rolls and on top with melted butter, cover and let rise until double in size. Repeat process with the other half of the dough.
When dough is ready, place in oven for 10-12 minutes, remove once the tops are golden brown, brush with melted butter again. COOL on rack and serve
Warning: Once the kids get a taste of this bread they will have to be guarded or they will be gone before it is time to eat.
Hope you enjoy, Uncle Bob
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Return to Hog Island!
The famous Hog Island Audubon Camp in Maine is back in full swing this summer with a tasty menu of sessions for nature enthusiasts of all ages and interests. Julie Zickefoose and I will be instructors during the "Joy of Birding" week June 24 to 29. You can find out some details here.
If you look at an atlas of the state of Maine, you'll note that there are numerous islands named Hog. One can only presume that these islands were so-named because that's where early residents of Maine kept their swine—presumably safe from predators and, being on an island, naturally prevented from roaming. But there's only one Hog Island with an impressive history of nature study and education—that's the one in Muscongus Bay, Maine—and that's the one we're heading back to in June. Roger Tory Peterson and Allan D. Cruickshank are among the island's legendary instructors, dating back to the camp's founding in 1936.
Among this coming season's well-known instructors are Scott Weidensaul, Sara Morris, Pete Dunne, Lang Elliott, Donald Kroodsma, Sue Schubel, and Steve Kress who is the camp's director and is best known for Project Puffin, which helped to restore breeding populations of the Atlantic puffin (and other endangered seabird species) to islands off the New England coast.
I've written about Hog Island numerous times here at Bill of the Birds, including this post about visiting nearby Harbor Island, and this one about the last time we were instructors there.
The Hog Island experience is a unique one. The island is magically beautiful and just large enough that you can take a long hike around its perimeter and feel you are leaving the modern world behind. The sessions are informative and fun and the birding is really great, especially if you don't often get to see species that are common to the northern woods or to the northeastern Atlantic coast.
Every day is a new adventure. The food is great. The accommodations are rustic but comfy. And the air is clean and cool. We love going to Hog Island even more because our kids, Phoebe and Liam, get to come along. They play all day along the rocky shores and in the dark, mystical woods surrounding the camp, building cairns and imagining there are woodland sprites playing tricks there and pirates coming ashore to bury their loot. Like I said, Hog Island is magic.
Write it down, friends: Joy of Birding, June 24 to 29, 2012! Hope to see you there!
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Texas Style Mexican Pralines
With the Christmas season right around the corner I thought some of you might like to have a Texas Style Praline Recipe to make some candy for gifts or guests. I have tried many through the years and these are the best I have come across. Whenever I make them they don't last long around my house or friends. Enjoy, Wild Ed
Mexican Pralines
½ stick of butter
1 cup white sugar
1 cup brown sugar
2 cups chopped pecans or walnuts
¾ cup evaporated milk (small can)
1 teaspoon vanilla
Mix sugar, milk and butter in sauce pan and bring to a boil. Add nuts, cook to hard ball stage when tested in cold water. Remove from heat add vanilla and beat until slick and starting to cool. Drop onto wax paper and let it harden into pralines. Enjoy, ET
For a little different taste add one square of chocolate bark and a dash of cinnamon to mixture.
Friday, December 2, 2011
Kingdom of Kingfishers!
I was in Israel on a birding tour over the Thanksgiving holiday this year, attending the Hula Valley Bird Festival. The trip was amazing and amazingly birdy almost everywhere we went. For this post I'm going to highlight the incredible density of kingfishers we encountered.
But first some background!
I'd been to Israel once before, in the late 1980s. I'd be shocked if any readers of this blog recall my article about that trip, written for Bird Watcher's Digest and published in the September/October 1985 issue of BWD. That was my first-ever BWD article written about my first-ever official overseas birding trip! Both times I had to do some careful thinking and planning both because Israel is a long way away and because it's in a part of the world that's often in the news, usually due to political unrest between neighbors. Fortunately on both trips, each lasting more than a week, any concerns I had were unwarranted—the people were friendly, the neighbors were neighborly, the weather was wonderful, the landscape was beautiful and the birds were beyond expectation.
Consider yourself warned that I'm working on another Israel article, along with a podcast, and a gallery of images for the not-so-distant future for BWD. Now back to the kingfishers.
Located as it is in the middle of the arid, mostly desert Middle East, Israel would be no more bird-rich than its neighbors except for one major factor: water. Water flows through this country from north to south and it is channeled and used in a variety of ways, especially for agriculture. Wherever this water occurs, so do birds, especially water-loving birds like the kingfishers. We encountered three kingfisher species during our time in the Hula Valley in northern Israel and on short trips out from the valley in all directions: the common kingfisher, the pied kingfisher, and the white-throated or Smyrna kingfisher.
Israel has a lot of fish farms. These fish farms have a lot of fish, which means they also have a lot of fish-eating birds. Nearly every day during our birding trip we stopped at some set of man-made ponds, reservoirs, fish farms, or water-treatment facility. We'd scan the water and shoreline for birds, often looking past the number of kingfishers present. In the image above, there are eight pied kingfishers on a single perch. We sometimes would see twice that many or more perched on sticks and posts along one side of a pond. It was nuts! Only a few individuals were so intent on fishing that they allowed close approach. This is likely a result of the bird-scaring efforts that the fish farmers have to do in order to control the loss of their "crop" to the crops of birds.
The small common kingfisher, which is widespread in Europe, seemed to be the most shy. We'd normally catch brief glimpses of one as it zipped low over the water from one hidden perch to another. Or we'd spy their glimmering iridescent plumage at a distance as we were scanning with our optics.
The largest of the three kingfisher species we encountered is the white-throated kingfisher, also often referred to as the Smyrna kingfisher. These stunning and bold birds were noisy enough to make their presence known even when they were out of our direct sight.
The pied kingfisher is a study in blacks and whites as its name implies. Slightly smaller than the white-throated kingfisher, the pied was our most frequently seen kingfisher species. Both of the larger kingfishers could regularly be seen away from water, hunting lizards and geckos from a watching perch.
Water brings life to the desert and attracts living things from all directions. It is the kingdom of kings and the kingdom of kingfishers, too!
Here are a few of my better kingfisher images from last week's trip. Enjoy!
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