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  • The 2011 Great Backyard Bird Count: Feb 18-21

    The 2011 Great Backyard Bird Count: Feb 18-21

    Downy woodpecker

    may my heart always be open to little
    birds who are the secrets of living
    whatever they sing is better than to know
    and if men should not hear them men are old

    -e e cummings

    If it looks like a duck,

    and quacks like a duck,

    we have to at least consider the possibility

    that we have a small aquatic bird of the family anatidae on our hands.

    -Douglas Adams, Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency

    It’s here! It’s here!

    I look forward every year to the Great Backyard Bird Count. It’s an opportunity for me to combine so many of my geeky favorites— birds, hiking, photography, field guides, counting, graphs— and for a good cause, too.

    The GBBC is a four-day “citizen scientist” bird counting extravaganza across the country. Amateur birdwatchers can go out “in the field,” or cozily watch from their kitchen window. You’re only obligated to count for 15 minutes, but you can go all day if you’re cool like that.

    It’s a great way to get kids outside and quietly attuned to nature as they listen for bird calls, or active and running around looking for birds in trees and bushes. It’s also a chance to sneak in a little extra education as you encourage them to use their field guides, sketch any birds not easily identified (I’m looking at you, sparrow species) for researching later on the internet, and then graphing and submitting your results.

    sparrow

    sparrow

    another sparrow

    After you’re done, you can print out a certificate for the fridge.

    Your bird count numbers are entered into a national database which updates in real time, painting a picture of exactly where and how big bird populations of each type are. This helps scientists determine all kinds of stuff, like which species are declining, whether this year’s migration is happening earlier or later, and what birds prefer what sorts of areas.

    This year will be particularly interesting as we determine whether all those weird bird die-offs that happened a few weeks back had any impact on overall numbers.

    tufted titmouse

    carolina wren

    crow

    We’ll definitely be seeing everybody pictured here (except the duck, who I photographed at Disney but couldn’t resist including when I came across the Douglas Adams quote in my notebook), probably along with robins, cardinals, chickadees, finches, mourning doves, grackles, cowbirds, towhees, juncos, blue jays, pileated woodpeckers and a stray raptor or turkey vulture. (Owls we hear but rarely actually see. Too early yet for bluebirds or hummingbirds.)

    It’s amazing how much life is bustling all around you, all the time.

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    I read earlier this week that a mayor in California is planning to broadcast birdsong through public speakers along Main Street. “Why? Because scientists tell us that if you use bird sounds, Cortisol level drops, your feeling of security enhances. Exposure to it 15 minutes a day will make you happier people.”

    At first glance, this seems like a little too much clucking around for me. There’s birds everywhere, is it really necessary to amplify them? But then, I live in a rural area, and there’s not too much noise competing for my attention. And the pigeons that score the prime real estate in urban areas aren’t prodigious songsters like my wrens.

    I’m curious to see if he follows through with his experiment, whether levels of depression and crime rates drop.

    I propose you try your own experiment: lie down comfortably and count how many different bird calls you can pick out in a 15 minute period. You will all be wiggily at first; stick it out. See if your happiness is affected.

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    Have I talked you into it? You in?

    You can print out a tally sheet of common birds by region here.

    Some pre-game kids’ activities are here (listen to bird calls, printable coloring sheets, etc).

    I really like the Cornell Lab of Ornithology site for post-game bird identification.

    Another nice idea is to jack your odds by putting out a bird feeder. This post has some easy homemade feeder ideas; there’s always the bird feeder made from a milk jug, milk carton or soda bottle; or you can just put out a plate with some bird seed on it. Make sure you sanitize it afterwards.

    UPDATE: The Crafty Crow has a TON of super-cute bird-feeder ideas on her blog today.

    You can input your data here (click on the birdy!)

    Have a great weekend!

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    Go link up your photo post!

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    Hosted by Cecily and Lolli

  • The Art of Persuasion

    The Art of Persuasion

    How quick come the reasons for approving what we like!

    -Jane Austen,
    Persuasion

    Right. I admit it, I read the Twilight series. As I admitted in my last post, I like a little junk food every now and again, and these books so definitely count as junk food. They offer no nutritional value; in fact they are so bad for you.

    I devoured them in no time at all, I felt guilty while I was doing it, and darlin’, I craved more.

    Today I watched the first movie with Jake. Not nearly as good a guilty pleasure; I hate Bella in the book but I really really hate that cyborg they call Kristen Stewart. And Robert Pattinson doesn’t do it for me, sorry, I think he’s weird-looking.

    All the dialogue which comes off as vaguely believable uber-passionate teen angst histrionics in print is beyond ridiculous when spoken aloud.

    In short, a fine comedic adventure but not the romantic drama they were aiming for.

    Anyway. I bring all this up because some of my very favoritest literary classics are being re-released with a fresh new look… that feels vaguely familiar.

    I was sort of upset at first— as if Audrey Hepburn had stepped out in Avril Lavigne’s trashy fashion line for Kohl’s— but then I realized that style is style. It wouldn’t matter what Audrey stepped out in, it would have been brilliant on her.

    I also didn’t like the idea of using trickery to entice a girl to read a book. The old bait and switch. But this isn’t really the same, since they are being switched to something of much better quality.

    It doesn’t matter what brings them to the books. The stories, the characters, and the grace is still there. Jane Eyre will remain just as powerful and spooky. Persuasion as much of a page-turner. And Sense and Sensibility as much of a razor-sharp commentary on societal nonsense.

    And then there’s this:

    You pierce my soul.
    I am half agony, half hope… I have loved none but you.
    -Jane Austen, Persuasion

    When he was present she had no eyes for anyone else. Everything he did was right. Everything he said was clever.

    If their evenings at the Park were concluded with cards, he cheated himself and all the rest of the party to get her a good hand. If dancing formed the amusement of the night, they were partners for half the time; and when obliged to separate for a couple of dances, were careful to stand together, and scarcely spoke a word to anybody else.
    -Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility

    I have little left in myself— I must have you. The world may laugh— may call me absurd, selfish— but it does not signify.

    My very soul demands you: it will be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame.
    -Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre

    Uber-passionate teen angst histrionics are uber-passionate teen angst histrionics, and they are a universal and timeless (albeit guilty) pleasure.

    In fact, I think I may need to reread Persuasion and Jane Eyre… again. And Mansfield Park, a novel I inhaled during the blizzard of 1996, updating my roommates about the plot until they were interested in spite of themselves. And Vanity Fair. And heck, may as well pick up an InStyle magazine while I’m slumming.

    Sometimes you just gotta indulge: what are your little indulgences, guilty or no?

    Edit: I’ve had two people ask where you can buy these since this post went up. If Twilight-esque covers make people more inclined to randomly buy Austen for their kids I am all for it!!

    Found them all on Amazon. These are affiliate links and I will make a small % if you click through to buy, that’s obviously up to you.

    Persuasion

    Sense and Sensibility

    Jane Eyre

  • Unleashing My Inner Frat Boy on Valentine’s Day

    Unleashing My Inner Frat Boy on Valentine’s Day

    japanese beetles

    Great loves too must be endured.
    -Coco Chanel

    If I were the type to give my husband a Valentine’s Day card, this would be it, with the caption “Fine, I’ll be your Valentine, but only because you’d bug me if I didn’t. So get off my back.”

    For those who voted on our Valentine’s Day photos, we did go with the “You make my heart melt” cards. Everybody got a packet of Fun Dip, too… look, I’m really, really good about reining in sugar and artificial colors about 350 days of the year. But I’m not a monster. Sometimes a kid likes a little Fun Dip, and sometimes Mom likes to say, oh, what the hay, okay.

    I’m not a fan of Valentine’s Day overall, though, and out of curiosity I went into my archives to see what I had to say in previous years.

    If you’ve heard this story before, don’t stop me,
    because I’d like to hear it again.


    -Groucho Marx

    What follows ran on February 14th, 2009, with the above buggy love photo, and really I enjoyed it so much I’m running it again, with some very slight alterations (i.e. spellcheck).

    Rather than call it laziness, let’s call it recycled content, yes? Recycling is good.

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    Every year on this day, I think of how my junior year English teacher pulled me aside at the end of January to tell me that, as extra credit, I could write an essay in the voice of John Donne (“Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee”) about Valentine’s Day.

    This conversation worried at the back of my mind for the next two weeks. Why did she want me to do this? I didn’t need extra credit in English, did I? As far as I knew, I was carrying a nearly perfect score in that class. Had I failed to turn something in? Was my GPA plunging without my knowing it?

    And why would she give me this assignment? I hated Valentine’s Day (and still do). A day engineered to make the uncoupled feel badly about themselves, a day where those who did have significant others in their lives built up expectations that might or might not be met.

    A day that prompts us to buy, baby, buy to prove our love.

    Mind, I went to an all-girls high school. All day long, as florists delivered their overpriced bounty, the PA would buzz on and a voice would summon so-and-so to the office to claim their evidence of being loved. It made me ill. That year, and all years, I forbade whoever I was with to buy me anything on Valentine’s Day.

    Just treat me well all through the year, that’s all I ask.

    So I let the day slide by. I didn’t do the extra credit assignment. And I didn’t need to, I got an A in that class.

    Some time later that same teacher and I were talking— she was writing college recommendations for me— and she mentioned she was disappointed that I failed to present the John Donne speech on Valentine’s Day.

    “I hate Valentine’s Day,” I told her.

    “How do you think John Donne would have felt about Valentine’s Day?” she laughed.

    I am two fools, I know,
    For loving, and for saying so
    In whining poetry.

    -John Donne

    Oh.

    Here she was, looking to tap into my sarcastic nature, giving me permission to lampoon the ridiculous romantic customs of my peers, and I totally let that opportunity slip by.

    Damn. How did she know me so well?

    Anyway, I still really don’t like Valentine’s Day, the showy aspect of the whole thing, the push for commercialized cards (don’t forget to send one for every kid in the class!), the enormous quantity of candy my kids will consume (don’t get me started on red food dye).

    Please don’t get me wrong. Yes, I love, and I do try to show it.

    I resent being told when and how.

    So, celebrating in my own way.

    My favorite quotes on love….

    I love her and she loves me,
    and we hate each other
    with a wild hatred born of love.
    -August Strindberg

    To love abundantly is to live abundantly,
    and to love forever is to live forever.
    -Henry Drummond

    The love we give away is the only love we keep.
    -Elbert Hubbard

    A great many people fall in love with or feel attracted to
    a person who offers the least possibility of a harmonious union.
    -Rudolph Dreikurs (psychologist)

    Perfect love means to love the one
    through whom one becomes unhappy.
    -Soren Kierkegaard

    To love is to stop comparing.
    -Bernard Grasset

    Oh, I have loved him too much to feel no hate for him.
    -Jean Raccine

    We think about sex obsessively except during the act,
    when our minds tend to wander.
    -Howard Nemerov

    Love begets love.
    This torment is my joy.
    -Theodore Roethke

    Love is not a sad man sitting under a tree,
    but a raging sword flashing with blood and fire.
    -Steven Milhauser
    “An Adventure of Don Juan”

    The most important things are the hardest to say,
    because words diminish them.
    -Stephen King

    I still love these quotes! Let me know your favorite sayings about love & I’ll tuck them in my pocket for next year.

    Enjoy your Monday, and your Valentine’s Day too, if you’re into that sort of thing.