Long Sips of Water – Day 960

Catbird – Photo: L. Weikel

Long Sips of Water

I made a point this morning of making sure the birdbath in our yard was filled with fresh, cold water. While the feeders in our yard were visited only sporadically, the ol’ watering hole attracted more attention than it usually does. I have to admit it made me smile to see so many Goldfinches and Blue Jays luxuriating in taking long sips of water.

One thing I learned today? It’s a sure thing the songbirds are thirsty when they’re at the bird bath and don’t seem to pay a whit of attention to the Red-shouldered Hawk screeching in the field beside the house. (Which also makes me wonder: do hawks stay hydrated by eating plump songbirds? Yikes.)

Beyond taking risks that they rarely dare, it’s clear to me that our feathered friends are feeling the effects of the oppressive heat and humidity. I don’t know about you, but dogs and cats make their discomfort in the heat fairly obvious. Birds generally do not.

So it was a little creepy to see some finches and woodpeckers standing on the feeder posts with their beaks open. I assumed this was the closest thing to panting birds do. But it was unsettling. I kept wondering if maybe I’d just never paid close enough attention to my birds in the summer.

Goldfinches – Photo: L. Weikel

Worrisome News

Just as I was talking out loud to my birds (and grudgingly acknowledging the presence of the gray squirrels, red squirrels, and chippies), I came across this unsettling article. It seems birds are dying in record numbers in states all around us as well as further to the south, and scientists have yet to figure out what’s happening.

Sadly, the speculation is that it may either be a disease or perhaps the use of pesticides to kill off the Brood X Cicadas. The thought of that makes me want to scream in frustration. First of all, I cannot understand why anyone would be trying to kill the cicadas. There’s so much literature readily available on the nature of the cicadas and how they benefit virtually every part of the ecosystem.

Second of all, it’s bad enough that people want to kill these red-eyed whirring wonders simply because they’re noisy, or inconvenient, or ‘scary looking.’ But to do it with poison? When people know (or would know if they stopped for even half a second to think about it or read anything on the subject) that other animals eat cicadas? Do they really forget that there’s something called a food chain in healthy ecosystems? Is it really so hard to think beyond our own very personal, very self-centered

Moving Forward

I’m writing about this today not in an effort to shame those people who either don’t care about cicadas or actively dislike them enough to aggressively try to kill them, but rather to alert us all to the need to keep an eye on our birds.

There are some suggestions at the end of the article on what to do if you find a dead bird. Working together perhaps we can be a part of the solution to the crisis.

It seems we’re screwing things up pretty well via climate change. The least we can do is help our fellow creatures out by providing clean fresh water, especially in this searing heat, and taking care not to poison them. A low bar indeed.

Blue Jays are susceptible – Photo: L. Weikel

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Paying My Respects – Day 947

Aura of the Trees Along the Tohickon – Photo: L. Weikel

Paying My Respects

I spent a few minutes paying my respects to the Tohickon this afternoon. I don’t think I was there a full hour, but it felt as though I’d spent the entire afternoon on its banks. Probably the most miraculous aspect to this body of living water is its ability to instantaneously soothe my soul. In fact, there are some days when all I can muster is a ‘drive-by,’ and I nevertheless feel a difference simply in consciously connecting to this nurturing creek.

I’ve been starving for some creek-time. Before yesterday, I think I allowed ten days or so to go by without giving myself the gift of Tohickon Solitude. While I didn’t realize it at the time, I have a feeling those closest to me <<cough>><<Karl>> may have wondered just what was provoking that edge.

Now they know.

Today’s Photos

The photo at the top of this post is a shot of the creek as it flows southeast toward the Delaware. I took it this afternoon. I have to admit, I stood on a rock as water flowed all around me and felt transported into another time/space/dimension. Undoubtedly, the pulse of the cicadas on one level and the otherworldly whirring emanating from deeper within the forest on either side of the creek on another level held me in a moment that seemed to last forever.

Then I took the photo. I also zoomed in and took another of that same massive cloud seemingly stationed just above the creek.

As I transferred the photos onto my laptop so I could easily include them here in this post, I was surprised to see the very obvious aura given off by the trees. Then my left brained logical side suggested that perhaps this ‘aura’ was simply an illusion created by the lower resolution of the photo. So I transferred it from my iPhone again, only this time opting for the highest resolution.

No change.

Highest Res – Still an Aura – Photo: L. Weikel

Life Force

I can only surmise that somehow I was lucky enough to capture in photo form the life force emanating from this most sacred spot of land. Standing on the rock in that moment, listening to the sounds of life and feeling the wind on my face, I felt connected to everything. I’m privileged to live near here and have the chance to include it as part of my life on a daily basis – provided I make the time.

I only wish for everyone reading this post a sacred spot of your own. A place no matter how tiny or shared with others that connects you deeply – profoundly – with Mother Earth. I urge you to find your place where you feel yourself being recharged and refilled with life force and purpose; a place where joy and hope bubble up in spite of your heartache or worries; a place where it only takes a moment for your heart to feel lighter in spite of yourself.

Photo: L. Weikel

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Artistry – Day 934

Sunset Parfait 1 – Photo: L. Weikel

Artistry

I spoke in my post yesterday about the awe-inspiring artistry that unfolded before my eyes yesterday as Spartacus and I walked off our adrenaline. It was as if Pachamama (the Creative Essence known as Mother Earth) was determined to reward me for maintaining my cool in the midst of a volatile situation. She wooed me with her ever-changing cloud formations, which was by the two Red-tailed Hawks that screeched at me along the way. The clouds, though…

It’s hard to convey how the clouds, mere pockets of water vapor shape-shifted and held aloft by unique atmospheric conditions could take my breath away. But they did.

Tonight I’m posting the photos of the last portion of yesterday’s walk because I need to share them with you. They are too beautiful for me to just shrug off and forget about.

Another factor, as you can see, is that they appear so drastically different than the earlier photos; it’s rather astonishing that they were all taken within minutes of each other.

Bursting Forth and Merging - Photo: L. Weikel

Merging – Photo: L. Weikel

Glad I Waited

I’m glad I waited to post them. Today’s weather mostly sported a blanket of overcast very high above, so I have to admit, the joy factor just wasn’t emanating from the sky as it had yesterday. And it was tangible.

There’s so much rancor and division everywhere we look. I feel like we all need to grab the wonder of being alive right now wherever we can find it.

For instance, today I took a walk with a dear friend. I drove to her home and when I stepped out of my car, I literally became mesmerized by the sound of the cicadas filling the trees surrounding her home. She only lives three miles from my house, but the abundance of the surrounding forest has apparently encouraged an immense horde of the creatures to burrow up and out of their 17 year homes. The ‘guys’ are just singing their hearts out to woo their girls.

I wonder why the forest around High Rocks isn’t whirring in this manner. We’re so close – and yet the aural proof of their emergence is drastically different. Regardless of ‘why,’ the fact remains that I was transfixed when their other-worldly hum engulfed my senses.

I recorded them, but it the recording didn’t do them justice. Maybe I’ll try my hand at recalling how to post things on my YouTube account and at least post what I have. But it pales in comparison.

I’m going to need to return to that forest setting soon just to sit with them. Their unique artistry calls to me.

Sunset Parfait 2 (No filter!) – Photo: L. Weikel

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Since 2004 – Day 927

Hello There! – Photo: L. Weikel

Since 2004

I don’t especially remember Brood X and its emergence 17 years ago. Since 2004, which I truly do not recall being a dramatic experience, the best I can recollect seeing a few more cicadas than usual was the brood that emerged in 2013 (Brood II). To be honest, that was not a particularly noteworthy experience either. (In other words, I was disappointed.)

I’ve been a little confused by Brood X and the maps I’ve seen as to where they’re to be expected to ‘arrive.’ But in finding the link to the map of the different broods for this post, I realize that in our portion of eastern Pennsylvania, there’s actually a crosshatch over us – indicating ‘multiple broods.’ That makes a little more sense to me, as I do recall hearing about (and experiencing somewhat) Brood II in 2013, as I mentioned.

They’re Emerging Now

I have a friend who lives only about 15 minutes north of me and she’s remarked and posted on FB for at least a week or ten days about the emergence of her cicadas. I was starting to think we’d missed the boat entirely and that the cicadas around here just weren’t going to live up to the hype. That’s how I felt in 2004 for sure. But I’m delighted to say that they are emerging now.

I saw a couple on Monday, the first tip-off being the discarded exoskeletons lying crushed on the flagstones underneath one of our Maples. Of course, that made me go on the hunt for those that had shed their shells, and I was rewarded with discovering two.

While I was sitting outside today, though, I started seeing them flying across the yard. I called Karl outside to show him, and we had to laugh because it wasn’t entirely clear whether we were seeing a couple different ones buzzing from tree to tree or whether it was the same one just going back and forth.

Of course, I later figured out there must be more hatching because I marveled when I saw a Downy Woodpecker snatch one of the clumsy flyers right out of the air and start munching on it. The mid-air capture was impressive. Then Spartacus pounced on something and I realized he, too, had discovered one. Poor guy – I made him give it up.

I’ve only heard a couple males singing so far. While I realize their calls can become deafening, I have to admit I’ve never experienced that many around me at one time to feel overwhelmed by them. I’m hoping this year yields more cicadas than either 2004 or 2013.

Cicada 2 -Photo: L. Weikel

Tracking the Broods

Of course, being the Nature Nerd that I am, I downloaded the app Cicada Safari, which is used to track the emergence of the cicadas and note the differences between broods, as well as a variety of other variables. I’ve submitted two of the photos in this post to them for their records and have yet to hear back whether they will be accepted and noted on the app’s map.

It’s interesting to note that, predictably, scientists are tracking the disappearance of some broods. I’m hoping that perhaps the members of Brood II (2013) and Brood X (2004 and 2021) will be making a strong comeback this year.

And as I prepare to do my Perelandra Biodiversity Program protocol on June 1st, I am pondering whether purposely working to bring balance to our land and bolster the resilience of the biodiversity here will have any discernible impact on the cicadas. Obviously, I’m hoping every little bit any of us can do to promote the long term excellent health of our ecosystems is helping.

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