tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17920429710361876382024-03-13T15:20:32.849-04:00Bluebird of Friendlinessall things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and smallBluebird of Friendlinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486554816209078302noreply@blogger.comBlogger88125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792042971036187638.post-51381229218192990632020-05-06T17:54:00.000-04:002020-05-06T17:54:05.514-04:00Testing....1....2...<span style="font-family: inherit;">This platform seems to have undergone some changes in the seven years since I wrote here. I'm just checking in because yesterday I felt the urge for writing in a way I haven't in years, and I wanted to see if this blog was still an option, test out whatever features have changed, see if I like the format, figure out how to change the look, etc. Forgive me if this is a boring thing to read, or if you received a notification and what little I added is a disappointment. But maybe soon something interesting will happen here - it <i>is </i>springtime, after all. I may not be able to help myself. </span>Bluebird of Friendlinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486554816209078302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792042971036187638.post-36373755380448578292013-07-31T14:42:00.000-04:002013-07-31T14:42:07.654-04:00Close a door, open a windowThree years. I've just devoted three years of my life to something amazing -- the rest of my life and the rest of the world. As of 9:00 this morning, I hold an MA in Children's Literature and an MS in Library and Information Science. I have to say, I never thought I'd have an MS! I briefly considered ornithology, but that is some serious science. I love birds, but I couldn't make them my life's work. There are too many beautiful words to read and ideas to share and people to help. Librarianship is the way for me. I can't wait to start.<br />
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What am I going to do with my first few days? Well, not homework, that's for sure! I have a lot of neglected housework to catch up on, but what I'm really looking forward to is making the pie I've been planning for the last month. My freezer is full of hand-picked berries. Berry season was <em>amazing</em> this year. Juneberries - I must have picks two gallons! The juneberry season lasted so long that I had to switch to calling them saskatoons when July rolled around. Then the mulberries - oh, the mulberries! They were so sweet. And a friend of mine invited me to pick all of her black raspberries. So, basically, this pie is going to be incredible.<br />
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Since I'm moving away from all these free berry bushes before the next picking season, I'm trying to share their locations with as many people as possible. I wouldn't mind leaving a berry legacy. Let me know if you want the skinny on free berry locations around Watertown, MA!Bluebird of Friendlinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486554816209078302noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792042971036187638.post-6032671659995467922013-03-26T21:57:00.001-04:002013-03-26T21:57:15.362-04:00accidental birdingToday was the first day that I went to my Tuesday class and it was still light out on my ride home, so I enjoyed my view of the river as we drove down Storrow Drive. I was not even consciously looking for birds, but got a good glimpse of a male red-breasted merganser. What an unexpected and fleeting thrill, and in beautiful plumage, too. Nice hairdo, buddy.<br />
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Tomorrow's weather is supposed to be beautiful, so I am looking forward to taking Flash down to the river to look for signs of spring. Buds and shoots, here we come!Bluebird of Friendlinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486554816209078302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792042971036187638.post-48754127983473856782013-03-26T18:00:00.000-04:002013-03-26T21:49:51.466-04:00secret green spaceYesterday morning I got to take a walk by myself and check out a new neighborhood. I had brought my binoculars just in case, which turned out to be a great idea (and a habit I should adopt again). I walked up a big hill and meandered some streets until I found a secret golf course that I never noticed in my three years of living in Watertown. Not open to the public, of course, but a woman walking her dog told me they're pretty lax about the early mornings and the evenings. She also pointed out a grove of pine trees where I should look for a beautiful hawk's nest if I ever get in there. I haven't done any purposeful golf-course birding, but I was just excited by all those tall trees and open space. The air was loud with birdsong and truck rumblings, so it wasn't peaceful at that moment, but I expect it usually is. I'm not a trespasser, but I <i>am</i> tempted to take a look around from the inside. Maybe someday I'll get the chance.Bluebird of Friendlinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486554816209078302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792042971036187638.post-51730755319330412342013-03-18T22:07:00.001-04:002013-03-18T22:07:26.407-04:00sick day birding My streak of perfect health has come to an abrupt end with this nasty head-cold. I felt so terrible today that I stayed home - never even went down for the mail (and I love getting the mail). This morning, Flash brought my binoculars in from the hallway and asked to use them. He's three and a half now, so a few conflicting things ran through my head:<br />
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1. My precious binoculars - if anything happens I can't afford to replace them!<br />
2. Well, we're in the house - what can really happen? If he wears the neck strap and I tell him not to touch the glass parts, maybe I can teach him how to use them for real and wangle myself a birding buddy.<br />
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So #2 won out, and we practiced finding something to look at, raising the bins, and then finding the item through the lenses. He was particularly interested in making things look far away by using the binoculars backwards. I adjusted the spacing for the smaller distance between his eyes, but I have no way of knowing how clear the image was for him. It was just ten minutes of our morning but it would prove useful later in the day.<br />
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This afternoon I stood at the counter, looking out the kitchen window as I waited for my toast. Our driveway has several tall trees about 15 feet from our third-floor windows, so I always look to see who's around. Today it was a male downy woodpecker, and Flash got really excited about seeing it. We peeked at the bird together, and then ran for the binoculars to follow up on this morning's impromptu lesson. We watched the bird for about eight minutes and chatted about what it was doing.<br />
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Me: What do you think he's doing?<br />
Flash: Looking for acorns.<br />
Me: Why does he want acorns?<br />
Flash: To eat.<br />
Me: I don't think that kind of bird eats acorns. You know why he's called a woodpecker?<br />
Flash: Why?<br />
Me: Because he pecks the wood with his beak to find bugs and scare them out.<br />
Flash: So he can eat them?<br />
Me: Yeah, with his quick little tongue.<br />
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We also talked about the bird's markings, and the red patch that indicated that this one was a male. The best part, though, was that I could totally tell that he got to see the woodpecker <i>through</i> the binoculars. His face lit up as I imagine it all (how binoculars work, why people would ever look at birds) made sense to him in that instant. A happy first for both of us.Bluebird of Friendlinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486554816209078302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792042971036187638.post-45575994196896708192013-03-17T22:01:00.000-04:002013-03-17T22:01:00.430-04:00for the love of mushroomsHi, my name is Leah, and I'm a mycophile. I love mushrooms. Eating them is such a rich experience - sweet, earthy, umami. My new interest in eating mushrooms is accompanied by a new interest in foraging them as well. My whole life I've been taught not to eat anything I find, especially not mushrooms and red berries. But you know what? Now that I have all this librarian-training and these rad research skills, I feel confident that I can make informed decisions about found and foraged foods.<br />
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For Christmas I received a book called, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Complete-Mushroom-Hunter-Illustrated-Harvesting/dp/1592536158" target="_blank">The Complete Mushroom Hunter</a>, by Gary Lincoff. Its size doesn't really fit the field-guide norm, but its beautiful color photographs and detailed mushroom profiles make it an invaluable resource. Written in a compulsively readable style, the book interweaves identification information, dangerous look-alikes, and seasonal mushroom-hunting guides with cultural attitudes towards mushrooms and anecdotes from around the world.<br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nG2kWpxeudc/UUZ1E8fkL2I/AAAAAAAAA80/KfYE6vpGdoI/s1600/puffball.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nG2kWpxeudc/UUZ1E8fkL2I/AAAAAAAAA80/KfYE6vpGdoI/s320/puffball.jpg" width="240" /></a>Having already combed my neighborhood for berries and fruits, foraging mushrooms seemed like the next logical step. I got interested in mushrooms last autumn after spending a semester working on a project that involved Jean Craighead George's excellent middle grade novel, <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/41667.My_Side_of_the_Mountain" target="_blank">My Side of the Mountain</a>. The teenage protagonist, Sam Gribley, sets out to rough it on his family's forgotten land for a year, and giant puffballs are a staple of his diet. One afternoon I was walking the bike path near my house with Flash and noticed what looked like three white volleyballs off to the side of the path. I followed a hunch and checked them out, poked one with a stick, knocked it over to see how it connected to the ground, and stood back in awe of this crazy fungus. I was so excited that this might be the mushroom I had read so much about in Sam Gribley's adventure, so I looked it up as soon as I got home. Here's a picture of the one that caught my eye from the path you see in the background.<br />
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Now that the ground is relatively thawed and I'm equipped with this book, I'm looking forward to setting out in search of secret delicacies. When I became a birder, I started collecting books on that subject. Now that I'm a librarian, I realize I have my own personal reference collection, and <i>The Complete Mushroom Hunter</i> expands that collection in a direction I never expected. Happy hunting!<br />
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red-breasted merganser<br />
mallard<br />
black-capped chickadee<br />
Canada goose<br />
brown creeper<br />
downy woodpecker<br />
American robin<br />
mute swan <br />
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I can't wait to see green things growing again!Bluebird of Friendlinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486554816209078302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792042971036187638.post-45823759217376932032013-01-15T01:47:00.001-05:002013-01-15T01:47:51.058-05:00January thaw and ramblings<div>
We were meeting some friends at the park on this glorious 60-degree day. They hadn't arrived yet, so I told Flash we'd do a little nature walk and see what we could notice. We gingerly skirted 1000x goose poops and found the last patch of unmelted snow. Then he ran over to me holding a stick, saying, "Look, Mama, I found some nature!" </div>
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Later in that park I saw a blue jay with no trace of blue. He was a dull off-white with the telltale chinstrap, crest, and strong beak, but no blue on front, sides, or wings. I didn't get to see the back. I may go back to get a better view. I kick myself every time I leave my third floor apartment without binoculars, because with a three-year-old, I am not going back up for them!</div>
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Bluebird of Friendlinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486554816209078302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792042971036187638.post-34248712951273171182011-09-01T00:01:00.031-04:002011-09-01T00:01:02.668-04:00the most wonderful time of the year? almost.It's that special time of year in a college town like Boston and its environs when everybody is moving into their new dorms and apartments. A lot of stuff gets left behind in these moves as people begin to realize they just can't take it all with them. That's where I shine. I thrill at the combination of free and useful, so I'm keeping my eyes on the Freecycle boards and Craigslist free section for curb alerts in my area. As I mostly get around by bike during the week, I'm limited to what I can fit in a poorly-secured basket on the front of my bike, and it has to be light enough not to upset the delicate balance I have perfected with my toddler in the seat behind me. And of course I don't want to take things just for the thrill, either. I have plenty of stuff sitting around in my home that never gets used; I'm actively trying to Freecycle things away. But there's a certain magic in the air for me right now because not only am I getting something free (ask me about the queen-size bed I cobbled together from three different people totally free when I was pregnant in Brooklyn), but I am doing my part to recycle and reuse perfectly good items that would likely end up in the landfill long before they outlived their usefulness. I'll let you know if I find anything fantastic this time around - happy hunting!Bluebird of Friendlinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486554816209078302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792042971036187638.post-7374674663757349312011-08-30T23:56:00.000-04:002011-08-30T23:56:41.953-04:00far from the beachI was just completely unprepared for beach plums this year. I am usually on top of the ripenings of the plants on my radar, but beach plums are new to me, just as serviceberries were earlier this year. Those sneaky town landscapers hid some beach plum plants along the bike path, and I found some bushes heavy with the dime-sized fruits dotting the parking lot near a supermarket I like. I picked a bunch, but just didn't know what to do with them. I found some recipes but they all called for much more than I had harvested. So I ate some fresh, spitting out the tiny stones. <br />
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Beach plums are a tasty sweet snack, but I find the skin to be very bitter. I imagine it's delicious sweetened and in jam form. Now if I can just figure out a simple way to take out the pits and salvage most of the fruit...I will be prepared next year!Bluebird of Friendlinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486554816209078302noreply@blogger.com1Watertown, MA, USA42.364569090035175 -71.16050757714845142.350679090035172 -71.199267077148448 42.378459090035179 -71.121748077148453tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792042971036187638.post-82737754134840976482011-06-28T15:34:00.000-04:002011-06-28T15:34:16.897-04:00berry explosionIt's the most wonderful time of the year - when free foods hang heavy in the breeze, ripe for the picking. In 2010, I lived in Rhode Island and our <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morus_%28plant%29">mulberries</a><span style="color: #cccccc;"> </span>were out about three weeks earlier than they are around here. The branches on the tree I've been stalking and calling 'the motherlode' are weighed down so heavily by mulberries that I could never hope to pick all the ones I can reach. I don't have big mulberry dreams this year; last year I made mulberry muffins, granola, yogurt, ice cream, and fruit sauce. I just want to pick enough to take home and eat later in the day. The motherlode tree produces by far the sweetest-tasting mulberries of any tree I've found in the past three years. Mulberries can sometimes taste tart or even watery-bland, but these have a sweet zing to them, especially when they're still warm from the sunshine.<br />
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This year's foraging discovery is the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amelanchier">serviceberry</a>. The new <a href="http://www.ci.watertown.ma.us/index.aspx?nid=602">Watertown Community Path</a> has several serviceberry trees planted along the edges. I've been watching them for about three months. I wouldn't have looked at them twice except for the fact that whoever planted them left the nursery tags on. When I read "serviceberry - edible fruit," I rushed home to do some research and find out how to tell when the fruit would be ripe. Now that the blueberry-like fruits are darkening from purple to blue, I make sure to take a container with me every day. They are sort of hard to pick, because the stem comes off with the berry a lot of the time, and they don't really grow in clusters but are scattered all over the bush. It takes some nimble twisting to get the berries and not the stems, but it's totally worth it. Serviceberries taste sweet and full, like they might be distant, wilder cousins of the blueberry. Because serviceberries have seeds that seem large proportional to the size of the berries themselves, it makes for a chewier eating experience, and I find myself spitting out seeds that separate easily. I truly enjoyed watching the green bushes ripen this spring, because each one had just a few leaves that burst into oranges and yellows, and because the berries themselves progress through a magnificent spectrum of colors on their way to ripeness. I have never seen a lovelier or more insistent magenta in nature than I have witnessed of late on the serviceberry bushes.<br />
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On a biking adventure to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fresh_Pond_%28Cambridge,_Massachusetts%29">Fresh Pond</a> with a friend yesterday, Flash and friend and I found some likely black raspberry plants to which we shall certainly return upon their ripening. We also found a wildflower meadow thrumming with the wingbeats of birds and bugs alike -- I can't wait to return with my binoculars. Well, that's the berry-roundup for June 2011 - thanks for stopping by!Bluebird of Friendlinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486554816209078302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792042971036187638.post-52145526168522765242011-04-21T17:28:00.000-04:002011-04-21T17:28:18.829-04:00leaf out!A few years ago I learned that the term for when the leaves start coming out is the "leaf-out." That simple little name tickles me every spring now. If you want to know more about the leaf-out, check out <a href="http://www.learner.org/jnorth/tm/spring/AboutLeaf.html">Signs of the Seasons</a> - they're conducting a leaf-out study and you can participate.<br />
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I've been watching this tree outside my bedroom window sprout little green flower-clusters for about four days now. I think it's an oak, but I'm not sure. It was the last tree around our driveway to lose its leaves last year, and now it's the first one to show some spring initiative! A few trees are in flower around here, but most are still ramping up their buds. I saw some honest-to-goodness baby leaves spilling out of their bud-casings today, on a different tree right in my own driveway. Pretty soon we will lose our great view of Boston, but it is totally worth it to see green everywhere for a few months!Bluebird of Friendlinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486554816209078302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792042971036187638.post-72823993603806164462011-04-17T10:04:00.005-04:002011-04-21T17:20:12.932-04:00Norumbega ParkWe've been eager to check out more parks in the area, and Norumbega Park was high on the list due to Chrissy's finding out about the legend of <a href="http://www.cartogrammar.com/blog/norumbega-new-englands-lost-city-of-riches-and-vikings/">Norumbega </a>from the book <a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=5PkXpHv7HKcC&pg=PA55&lpg=PA55&dq=%22norumbega%22+gold+charles+horsford&source=bl&ots=R6YquumC_q&sig=9SR49lTjX8wZigWAJn0H0E7wpeQ&hl=en&ei=uZiwTcPJKpC_gQfKvoGGDA&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=4&ved=0CCsQ6AEwAw#v=onepage&q=%22norumbega%22%20gold%20charles%20horsford&f=false"><i>Weird New England</i></a>. Apparently some crazy amateur archaeologist thought (and thought he could prove) that at one point, Vikings lived in Watertown. We had to see for ourselves.<br />
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Not a lot of Viking artifacts left in Norumbega Park these days. In fact, there are more artifacts from the time during which it was a popular <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norumbega_Park">amusement park</a>, such as lamps growing out of tree-trunks and the foundations of old rides. It's a lovely place to explore, even on such a cold spring day as Saturday was. I enjoyed the chance to witness nature making its progress toward the verdant time of year. Here are some small things I noticed.<br />
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Norumbega Park is a great place to look at stuff. I brought along my binoculars and saw some pretty great things. Here's the day's list:<br />
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European starling<br />
American robin<br />
black-capped chickadee<br />
downy woodpecker<br />
red-winged blackbird<br />
wood duck -<span style="color: #274e13;"> <b>male and female for the win!</b></span><br />
mallard<br />
Canada goose<br />
tree swallow <br />
white-throated sparrow<br />
great blue heron - <b><span style="color: #274e13;">I saw this guy swoop in, snatch a snake or an eel out of the river, and bide its time with the creature in its beak until it was still enough to choke down. Very cool</span>.</b><br />
mute swan<br />
chipmunk<br />
squirrel<br />
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I also saw some awesome fungi, one of which I really wanted to share with you, but I couldn't get a good photo. What was neat about it was its position: it hung from a nearly-horizontal birch that stretched out over the Charles River. I never saw a mushroom grow <i>down</i> before.<br />
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Can't wait to explore more places in the area - got any suggestions?Bluebird of Friendlinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486554816209078302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792042971036187638.post-6259448181585564902011-04-09T23:55:00.001-04:002011-04-09T23:56:50.704-04:00winnahs and champeensToday was the Second Annual Johnston Town Scavenger Hunt, in Johnston, RI, where we lived before we came to Watertown. As we are explorers at heart, and since we won the first hunt, we had to go back and defend our title this year. The weather was great - 60 degrees, sunny, a slight breeze. This year Team 41 consisted of Chris, his mom Joanne, his cousin Eric, and me. A dream team if ever there was one. Flash stayed with Auntie Julie and had a great time, which is good because a toddler would definitely have slowed us down. The first year we played, I was nine months pregnant with Flash and had my pregnant belly on the front page of the <a href="http://www.johnstonsunrise.net/">Johnston Sunrise</a>, so I think it will be romantic when he can really participate in the hunt with us. He already enjoys hiking and general outdoorsiness, so I think it will be an easy transition. On to the hunt!<br />
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Of course, Johnston is has a strong Italian-American heritage, and the Italian bakeries to prove it. <br />
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Four hours of driving, searching, running, and taking pictures really doesn't leave time for bathroom breaks. Luckily, this was on the list!<br />
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We almost went crazy trying to get this ten-point item - a picture of a team member with Johnston's mayor, Joseph Polisena. After a false start and wasted trip to his house, we tracked him down at the grand opening of the new <a href="http://www.mohrlibrary.org/">Mohr Library</a> (which I intend to...check out...in the near future - a little librarian humor for you, there).<br />
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This was the pinnacle of a decision we had to make: would we trust my father-in-law's internet search skills to pursue a ten-point Indian soapstone quarry, or pick up five or six 1-2 pointers in the last twenty minutes of the hunt? We opted for the latter, and it paid off. Eric and I hopped out of the car, ran into the bowling alley for a photo of a duckpin bowling ball, got that mural photo, ran to Stop and Shop for a picture of Kenyon's Corn Meal, and hoofed it over to Newport Creamery where Joanne and Chris awaited us with this refreshing Awful-Awful, one of two delicious list items we consumed today. The other, a hot weiner! <br />
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Last year (and I'm talking scavenger-hunt years, not chronological actual years - it got rained out last actual year), we got tricked pretty badly by some list items that were very close to the starting site, so we got back a few minutes early to check out the area. I found this old-timey bicycle inside the <a href="http://www.johnstonhistorical.org/">Johnston Historical Society</a> building. Apparently, it's called a penny-farthing bicycle.<br />
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Eleven teams competed, but only one could win it all. With a total of 223 points, Team 41 walked away with a basket of Italian foods, some gift cards, and a nice coffee-table book about Boston (which no other team would appreciate the way Chrissy will, I'm sure). We only won by 11 points this year, as opposed to the forty or so we won by previously, so either we are slipping or others are upping their games. If we had taken my father-in-law's erroneous advice, we would have tied for first. This must not happen. We'll be back next year, with a renewed drive to win. I hope they update the list with new items, because some were repeats from last (scavenger-hunt) year and we didn't have as many chances to learn weird or new or cool things about local history. <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But as they say after every Johnston Town Scavenger Hunt (so far): <span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: large;"><b>Team 41! Team 41! Team 41!</b></span></span></span>Bluebird of Friendlinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486554816209078302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792042971036187638.post-23621844788686216072011-04-05T22:52:00.000-04:002011-04-05T22:52:40.040-04:00signs of springA lot has changed since I was a regular updater of this blog. Here's the skinny: I'm in grad school pursuing master's degrees in library and information science and children's literature. I have a toddler. I don't live in Brooklyn anymore and I really miss Prospect Park. Here in Watertown, MA, I find little natural moments to tide me over while I introduce my son to the great big world. <br />
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Here are some ways today proved springy:<br />
1. The air that hit me as I left the house this morning was warm and humid.<br />
2. The air smelled of damp earth.<br />
3. I saw my first earthworm of 2011 at the running track this morning. Actually, it was more like my first 75 worms of the year. They were all over the track - I really had to watch my step. But the air was so delicious and fresh, who could blame them for coming out in droves? Not I.<br />
4. When the temperature hit 60 degrees I opened my office window and played audience to a robin's lovely serenade.<br />
5. When the wind picked up and the temperature dropped 15 degrees in as many minutes, I closed that window right back up!<br />
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Spring is my favorite season. I love the transitional times. I saw a honeybee about two months ago on a fluke of a warm February day and I started to get excited for spring. About a month after that I heard the first white-throated sparrow announcing spring's impending arrival. I can't wait to be driving on the highway and notice that the grey hillsides look faintly greenish when the trees begin to bud. And then way later, the leaf-out! Don't get me started! I haven't yet experienced spring as both a Boston-area resident and a nature-observer - my earlier Boston days were pre-birding. This year, instead of Green-Wood, I will walk through Mount Auburn Cemetery. Instead of Prospect Park, I'll travel along the Charles when I'm near home and explore the Fens when I'm near school. I don't carry my binoculars everywhere anymore, now that I'm always laden either with books or a diaper bag. But my eyes and ears are always open.Bluebird of Friendlinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486554816209078302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792042971036187638.post-62408177167339468702011-01-15T01:48:00.000-05:002013-01-15T01:50:06.695-05:00winter in WatertownWe took Flash for a winter walk by the Charles River this afternoon. Lovely weather for it, too - overcast, but almost 40 degrees. Now that I have a pair of real snow-pants, I am so happy to go out and frolic in the snow. Flash is getting the hang of walking on snow, but he mostly wants to lie on it and look up at the trees against the sky.<br />
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I am pretty sure the path along the river is a full foot above the real path - you just walk on a foot of packed-down snow. It's slippery in places, too. I lost my footing a few times, which Flash found hilarious.<br />
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When you step off the path, your foot sinks pretty deep into the white stuff. We spent as much time lying in the snow as we did walking. Flash seems to notice tiny details, like I do. He found some seed-cone things and plucked them carefully out of the snow. <br />
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Here's the bird list for the day - not bad for half a mile in a downtown area with a toddler:<br />
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northern mockingbird<br />
house sparrow<br />
white-throated sparrow<br />
common merganser<br />
black-capped chickadeeBluebird of Friendlinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486554816209078302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792042971036187638.post-1634760221265500452010-06-23T23:28:00.000-04:002010-06-23T23:28:31.320-04:00the next waveI went for a quick walk before lunch today, and chose to walk in a direction I usually don't go. Lucky me, I found a berry bush on the corner a few blocks away. And the black raspberries are ripening! I don't think they're as delicious as the mulberries, because sometimes they taste like ham or aren't very sweet. Perhaps out in the countryside and not by a busy road they'd taste better. Someday I will find secret stands of berries in the forest and visit them at the right times each year to reap the harvest. I did a lot with mulberries this year - I may try my hand at jelly next year. The black raspberries aren't plentiful here, so I probably won't cook with them, but they're a great trail snack for my suburban walks. Doesn't hurt that baby Flash loves them too!Bluebird of Friendlinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486554816209078302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792042971036187638.post-87933729420052136002010-06-21T09:49:00.001-04:002010-06-21T09:52:19.288-04:00here we go a-berryingWell, it's that time of year again. The streets are bruised with mulberry juice. I've been visiting one tree in my neighborhood frequently with plastic containers, old sneakers, and rubber gloves. Those berries stain like mad and I learned my lesson after the first day of picking. Out of the last 12 days, I have picked half a gallon or more of mulberries on eight of those days. It's been wonderful eating them right off the tree. I take my nine-month-old son with me and he sits in the stroller watching me pick mulberries, waiting for me to put a big purple berry in his little red mouth. He smushes it with his gums and smiles really wide. I hope he will enjoy the berry hunt as much as I do someday. <br />
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With the mulberries I have done quite a bit. The first day I made a dessert sauce for an ice cream topping (we recently started making our own frozen desserts - yum!) Later, I made mulberry muffins, peanut butter and mulberry milkshakes, dehydrated mulberries for snacking, mulberry fruit-on-the-bottom (well, fruit-on-the-top because they float) yogurt, mulberry granola, and mulberry frozen yogurt. We are almost mulberried out. I was able to freeze a whole gallon bag of them for use later in the year as well. <br />
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As mulberry season fades, the black raspberries in our neighborhood are beginning to ripen. I learned my lesson last year, when I thought there was a chance they might be red raspberries. Wait til they're black! <br />
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I got a book from Amazon called <em>The New England Berry Book. </em>It's a great little book with descriptions, anecdotes, photographs, hunting tips, and recipes for 8-10 kinds of berries in this region. Unlike with field guides on birds, I prefer photos to illustrations for wild edibles. I want to reap nature's bounty but I have to be sure of something before I eat it! I'd like to learn more about the berries I see in my neighborhood and where I can go to find others. If you know a great book or resource, please share it!Bluebird of Friendlinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486554816209078302noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792042971036187638.post-25233712188593826462010-02-26T23:02:00.005-05:002010-03-02T23:04:15.873-05:00Feathering the NestSome friends of my parents, people I’ve never met, spent time designing, building, and painting a good, solid birdhouse as a family project. When they heard about my personal connection to the bird world, they kindly gave it to my parents to pass along to me. When I received this gift, I didn’t have a home of my own or a yard in which to stake a claim for birds. I was touched by the generosity of these strangers, but couldn’t imagine where I’d be able to use the birdhouse. At that time, we lived in a big apartment building in Brooklyn, a block from Prospect Park, the lesser-known but equally magnificent sister of Manhattan’s Central Park. In Prospect’s hidden, leafy walks I stalked birds, hunted berries, and photographed fungi; in its rambling, open meadows I frolicked in sunlight. Our three-year stint in Brooklyn ended last July in a transition that took my husband, me, and our yet unborn baby to live with family in our native Rhode Island. Now hundreds of miles from that fantastic greensward, I find joy in the backyards and hidden greenspaces of suburban Johnston. Our quiet neighborhood is home to a small brook and a few patches of woodland, dwindling rapidly thanks to the human touch. But there is much life in these parts -- many familiar birds and mammals, and some elusive and surprising creatures as well. <br />
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Back in the waning of the summer and the waxing of my pregnancy, I felt lonely for birds; heavy with child, I found my stamina for hiking and birding greatly diminished. So I perched the little wooden birdhouse in the front yard in a small tree about eight feet from the front bay window. With a few nails strategically placed by my mother-in-law for stability, the little wooden structure seemed a perfect hideaway. It sat empty for ages, as I knew it would, the year being far past nesting season. Many birds frequented the tree in autumn, however, for its abundance of red berries. In winter, though I was considerably lighter, it was now too cold to take an infant outdoors. In my impatience, I began to wonder if the ledge near the birdhouse's entrance hole was wrong for bird-use, or whether I should change the direction the birdhouse faced. As with all things, only time would tell.<br />
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Now it is deep February, with skies like ice, clear and cold. Just a few afternoons ago, I spotted a house sparrow casing the joint, checking for safety from predators, proximity to cover, quality of visibility for mating displays. I peek at the house for a few minutes every day now. He seems to have deemed the little brown and blue house worthy of his nest, for he has begun bringing choice bits of grass in for his building project. It is a sweet process, one to which I can recently relate. I took great joy in seeking out safe, stylish, affordable necessities for my own baby's room; why should a bird do less? But all may not be well on the sparrow's home front. Just yesterday when the sparrow was out, I saw a tufted titmouse announce his presence at the house and barge in. He didn't stay long, but I wonder whether there will be a territory battle. I'd put my money on the sparrow - stocky and already brown, he seems like the sort of fellow who's not afraid to fight dirty. And as much as I'd like to witness the growth of tiny titmice, the sparrow was there first and I'll help him however I can. <br />
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We've got a suet feeder in the back, but the sparrows only eat the crumbs dropped from it by the chickadees and woodpeckers. I think I will clean out my hairbrush and the lint trap in the dryer today; I have a mesh bag just waiting to be hung from the clothesline and stuffed with bird-nest potential. And I know I have some fabric ribbon left over from decorating our nursery. It's romantic to think that some of my hair may end up as part of a bird's nest, but somehow I find an even sweeter satisfaction in the thought that shreds of the very same green ribbon that holds back the curtains in our son's room may help form a safe place for another sort of baby altogether.<br />
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Spring will arrive with a flutter of wings soon enough. I look forward to teaching my son about birds and trees and rocks and clouds, for these things are as thrilling to me as texture, sound, and color are to him now. He will grow along with sparrow chicks this year, gaining strength and independence in small ways every day. We must cherish the small things, like first steps, first teeth, and rolling over, or like bugs and sticks and feathers; we must actively seek them out, for these are the rudiments of adventure, and what is the world for if not for exploring?Bluebird of Friendlinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486554816209078302noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792042971036187638.post-67151033284099603712010-02-01T15:55:00.000-05:002010-02-01T15:55:39.167-05:00bird bombOur backyard neighbor has cleared most of the wilderness behind our yard, so there's not much shelter left for birds and other creatures. I took my 5-month-old son out back today to check on the suet feeder. As soon as I knelt down to his level for a kiss, I saw a beautiful redtail swirling over our yard. Any birds back there now would be easy targets. Anyway, I narrated to the baby what the bird was doing. "Look, he's flying in circles over the yard to get higher. Oh, his legs are hanging down..." And then the hawk evacuated its bowels 50 feet in the air and I watched it all splatter down onto one of the trees in our yard. I guess that is one way to get a kid interested in nature!Bluebird of Friendlinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486554816209078302noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792042971036187638.post-26441320784264408192009-11-06T19:29:00.003-05:002009-11-06T20:27:54.950-05:00autumn recollectionsWhile the baby sleeps after his first round of shots and I listen idly to the Jeopardy! Teen Tournament, I figured I'd record some recent thoughts and events.<br /><br />We had one day of ladybug infestation. Clouds of them buzzing in the sunbeams, hundreds stuck to the side of the house. It wasn't just here, either; friends from all over mentioned the same phenomenon. It was kind of cool! We even had one in the nursery, crawling up the alphabet painting over the changing table. The ladybug paused on its own picture for just a moment. A neat juxtaposition. <br /><br />About 2 weeks ago I hung a suet feeder from the clothesline in the backyard. I've had a few visitors - mostly house sparrows, but also some downy woodpeckers and a white-breasted nuthatch. The suet cake is gone now, replaced with half a stale PBJ.<br /><br />While walking our babies, a friend and I saw a family of turkeys a few yards into the woods. Not 14 turkeys like I saw in our yard a few weeks ago, but more like three or four. I worry for the animals in my neighborhood. Some big company bought one of the swathes of woodland and put up a fence and now the deer can't get through. And the stables down the road razed quite a bit of land for horse pastures. The turkeys, deer, coyotes, raccoons and foxes are running out of room to live in peace around here.<br /><br />My mother-in-law said she saw a fisher cat early one morning last week. I hope I see one someday, and yet I am terrified for that moment. My dad told me they sound like someone screaming in the woods, and that really interested me so I did some research. I found some pictures and boy, are they ferocious-looking! I wouldn't want to cross a fisher cat. Yikes!<br /><br />That open land I found a few weeks ago off Melody Lane - I've been visiting its edge regularly on my bike rides and with the baby on our walks. Lots of good birds over there, and hardly any cars, at least not in the day when everyone's at work. I looked on a map to see the shape of the land and whether it had a name. None that I could find, but I did visit the other side and I found a sign proclaiming it a wildlife refuge and prohibiting hunting. I wonder if that means it's open to the public. It seems sort of swampy but I'd go in prepared.<br /><br />I was out for a bike ride one afternoon this week. I debated bringing my binocs, because I know if I bring them, I'll look at birds and that is not exercise. I should use my half-hour of bike time to get my heart pumping. So I didn't bring them. But boy did I regret that! As soon as I was too far from home to make it worth turning back for them, waves and waves of Canada geese appeared over the horizon. I heard their cacophony even before I saw them. They flew in over me and seemed to turn at a right angle and head off beyond Neutaconkanut Hill. I watched the last string disappear, bade them have a nice winter and pedaled off.<br /><br />The leaves have been gorgeous this year. If I recall correctly, RI gets the good leaves about 2 weeks before NYC, and NYC gets spring flowers maybe a whole month earlier than RI does. My mother-in-law drove baby and me to Putnam, CT, today for an appointment, and I couldn't believe the difference a few weeks makes in terms of foliage. When last we drove that way in mid-October, the trees were brilliant in all their flaming glory - red, orange, yellow, brown, gold, and green. Now the hillsides are a nearly uniform shade of rust - at least the trees that still have leaves are. The Great Dump is upon us, and soon I will find some innocent leaf pile to storm!Bluebird of Friendlinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486554816209078302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792042971036187638.post-32346019705798108472009-10-05T19:17:00.003-04:002009-10-05T19:44:44.217-04:00starting him youngI took my little hatchling for an afternoon walk on this lovely fall day. I wanted to test out his new fancy stroller on our suburban streets. He really liked lying in its bassinet and watching the sky, trees, and birds whiz by. And for a mile-and-a-half walk, we saw some great birds. <br /><br />blue jay<br />cardinal<br />robin<br />catbird<br />turkey vulture<br />mockingbird<br />mourning dove<br />grackle<br />song sparrow<br />osprey<br /><br />The osprey seemed out of place in our neighborhood, since we're nowhere near water. I'm so glad I looked up!<br /><br />A few days ago in the early afternoon, we spotted three red-tails over Neutaconkanut Hill. A day before that I thought I spotted a peregrine falcon, but I didn't have my binocs with me to be sure. The one time I didn't toss them in the stroller basket! <br /><br />I discovered this odd patch of meadow in the middle of our neighborhood. Unfortunately, it's surrounded by mounds of dirt that I can't get a stroller over. But the edges of the meadow are home to many types of trees and brush, and today I found this area is home to lots of birds. The hatchling and I will be visiting that place again tomorrow!Bluebird of Friendlinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486554816209078302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792042971036187638.post-6266775582066871812009-09-22T18:54:00.004-04:002009-09-22T19:07:55.354-04:00a long time coming<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko4OXLfQAuI/SrlYfDihO6I/AAAAAAAAARs/nULmPJtseCE/s1600-h/S6300416.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ko4OXLfQAuI/SrlYfDihO6I/AAAAAAAAARs/nULmPJtseCE/s400/S6300416.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384432120047418274" /></a><br />My life has changed dramatically in the months I've been away from this blog. Here's a quick update:<br />1. moved from Brooklyn to live with family in Rhode Island<br />2. watched our car die an epic and triumphant death<br />3. am currently unemployed, but quite busy because we<br />3. had a baby! He's awesome and we're so happy he's here.<br /><br />There's nothing like Prospect Park in our new neighborhood, so most of my sightings are in the backyard or in nearby wooded areas or meadows. What prompted me to write today was what I saw in our backyard as I returned from a walk with my baby and my mom. A family of turkeys a dozen or so strong popped into our yard through a hole in the hedgerow, pecked around for a few minutes, and made its way into a neighbor's yard. A few of them went through a hole in the fence, but most of them flew over the short chain-link fence separating the two yards. I'd never seen turkeys in flight before! They were beautiful. I especially liked seeing their tails spread wide as they lumbered over the fence.<br /><br />I don't know how frequently I'll update this - I do have a two-week-old baby to take care of. But I take him out to look at nature every day, so if I see anything magical, you'll be the first to know!Bluebird of Friendlinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486554816209078302noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792042971036187638.post-10368011158545988022009-04-23T11:16:00.005-04:002009-04-27T11:19:56.057-04:00birds as signsI believe some people are more in touch with the universe and its inhabitants than other people. I visited a spiritual intuitive (the real ones don't call themselves 'psychics') a few months ago, someone I had never met, and who knew <em>absolutely nothing</em> about me but my first name. It was an incredible session, and I won't go into it here. I just want to preface this entry by saying that she pegged me as someone the cosmos was sending birds to, that birds would be important to me, that birds would come as signs specifically for me. Basically, I should pay attention to the birds, she told me. I was stunned, thrilled, and deeply amused that the universe should be able to communicate so much that's already inherent in me to a complete stranger. <br /><br />I had a harrowing five minutes earlier this week. It was the first time in my six or so years of nannying that I've lost a child. He ran off playing tag with a friend, and a crowd separated us. I was confident he would not cross the street, as he's a very rules-oriented kid, so I chatted for about 30 seconds with the mom of the friend he'd run off with. When I realized I could no longer see my charge, I grabbed girl-child's hand and we walked calmly in the direction he had gone. I looked up the block, down, and across, but he wasn't in sight. I thought asking the school crossing guard might yield information but she, instead of helping, went on a tirade about lazy babysitters. It was while she was talking to me and I was trying to keep girl-child calm ("this is not like him," she said, squeezing my hand) that I looked up. Far off and high in the distance, three great blue herons flew through a great blue sky, legs trailing behind. I understood instantly that things would work out fine and that boy-child was safe and would soon be returned to me. It was a split-second of utter calm when I realized the universe was sending me a sign, one I had forgotten to ask for. Moments later, with the crossing guard still jabbering, I heard someone calling my name - the friend's mom, right where I had left her, with both boys safely returned. <em>Thank you, thank you, thank you,</em> my heart cried to the universe, <em>for their safe return, for a lesson learned, and for my first sign</em>.Bluebird of Friendlinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486554816209078302noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1792042971036187638.post-70187513313050706462009-04-17T10:01:00.009-04:002009-04-17T12:23:56.360-04:00in nature's infinite book of secrecy, I can read a littleYesterday I had work only from 6-9 p.m., so I made sure to get out into the sunshine for a few hours in the afternoon. Lots of the usual birds were about, creating an irregular but pleasant cacophony in the air all around. People were out in full force as well, lounging on the lawns, lobbing objects into the air to be retrieved by friends or canines, or just strolling joyfully into the green, like me.<br /><br />I love the feeling I sometimes get of being in on Mother Nature's secrets, as if she puts her hand on my shoulder and whispers, "I made this just for you." Yesterday afternoon I had just come through the secluded Lullwater paths out to the bridge across from the Boathouse. I noticed a distinct shift in the feeling of peace in the air. It was a shift from my personal "reveling-in-nature's details" (fungi growing on fallen trees, robins buried in leaf litter in search of the perfect worm) sort of peace to a more communal "hey everyone, isn't this a great day to be alive" (let's throw sticks in the water and climb on rocks and soak in the sun) kind of feeling. It was just as I felt that kinship with all these human friends, in their separate lives joined by sunlit joy, that I felt Mother Nature's hand steer me to the water's edge. The gift she left for me that day was perched on a short branch sticking up from the water - an impossibly tiny eastern painted turtle. I looked around in disbelief that no one else had noticed or was marvelling at this tiny fellow, warming in the sun like the rest of us. I took some photos but they don't do justice to the smallitude of the creature. It's a hard lesson to learn, but some things are meant to be enjoyed in the moment of experience and only in fond memory thereafter. <br /><br />Last night as I made my way to the train after work, I had a completely different experience. Two men had a powerful telescope set up outside Smiling Pizza, and I must have been smiling quizzically as I approached, because one of them asked if I'd like to look at Saturn. I jumped at the chance, of course, and saw that distant planet, its rings vertical, and two other heavenly bodies nearby, relatively speaking, and the blackness which holds them all. I saw something that's so impossibly far away that it makes everything we know to be past that point seem all the more unlikely. I love being reminded of just how small we are and how little we know, because it makes the journey to understanding that much longer and the drive to get somewhere that much more urgent. It's humbling yet challenging, and I think that's a good place for humanity to have to start over again and again. We're a curious and resilient species, and I hope we never find out all there is to know, because thenceforth there will be no place for hope in the world. And just as much as humans need love to survive, there's something to be said for the presence of hope in the individual and in society. I wondered briefly at the chances that any regular person would ever get to see something as magnificent and far-off as Saturn. Then I realized those men must love the sky and its contents as much as I love the Earth and its inhabitants. The wonders are waiting for us all around, hidden and giggling like guests at a surprise party. All we have to do as guests of honor is <em>show up</em>.Bluebird of Friendlinesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03486554816209078302noreply@blogger.com0