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Saturday, May 25, 2013 ∙ 6:17 am EDT
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I still can’t say with certainty whether a tree falling in the forest, when no one’s around to hear it, makes a sound—but I can confirm from firsthand experience that if someone is around to hear it, it does.
I was sitting at the kitchen table looking out the window, letting any glimpse of movement show me a wren; or a pair of cardinals; or a woodpecker; or a large bird that may have been an immature hawk; or a big, dead and rotting tree snag in the stand of woods between our house and the nearest neighbor, come toppling down. And when I say big, I mean tall as well as thick.
It fell somewhat toward our garage, but had stood too far away to hit it. Chris was at the other end of the house and heard the thud.
It’s been damp out for several days now, softening the ground, and we had noticed the dilapidated condition of that tree long ago. I just happened to be treated to a front-row seat when the time came.
We’re fortunate it hadn’t stood closer to the house.
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Well, the geese haven’t been back since that one day, though I did hear honking a time or two since. Today we’ve got ducks. Or something.
They’re not any species of duck I’ve ever seen before, and Chris’ new bird book is no help. At first glance the male looked like a miniature Canada goose, but with a bright white front that Canadas don’t have. His companion is even smaller than he is, and more plainly plumed, which I’m taking to mean duck.
Sadly, these probably won’t hang around either, so it’s unlikely I’d get a better look on a sunnier day. We need a little tripod-mounted spyglass for these visits.
Update: Okay, now I think they’re hooded mergansers. I’ve seen more detail about the drake’s front and looked again in the bird book. The hoodie was a candidate but the pictures showed a much larger crest and white spot—but the pics were of agitated birds so of course the crest was raised.
It’s odd that the drake seems to be in mating plumage in Georgia in January; this is not hoodie nesting territory even if it were mating season—but the Wikipedia article says they form pairs in early winter so maybe the plumage is right after all.
‘Nother update, next day: As with the geese, the mergansers are no longer in evidence. We are apparently destined, at least in winter, to be merely a rest stop for swimming birds just passing through.
Our climate also means we’re a wintering ground for robins, and while I haven’t seem them in numbers on our property, I did see a flock harvesting worms on another place about a quarter-mile away while driving by.
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I stumbled on a show called “America Unearthed” featuring a “forensic geologist” named Scott Wolter who pursues attractive theories of how the history we’ve been taught is all wrong.
The first episode I watched had to do with what is apparently a widely subscribed claim that ancient Minoans visited the upper Great Lakes thousands of years before Christopher Columbus Leif Ericson “discovered” the New World. Wolter claims to believe that the massive amounts of copper believed to have been mined from Isle Royale in Lake Superior were used by these Minoans to supply the Bronze Age demand for, well, bronze. He didn’t address how an ancient civilization based in the eastern Mediterranean would have known to go to an island in a freshwater lake deep inland on a distant continent no one back then seems to have admitted knowing about.
Wolter did display skepticism, though, when shown alleged Minoan symbols hidden under the waters of a lake in northern Wisconsin; the symbols were made of loose rocks that looked like they could have been piled in shapes as a casual prank by, well, the guy who showed them to him.
The next episode I caught had to do with the finding of a boulder in southern Arizona, at a site that, as it happened, was catalogued by the state in 1984. The boulder was carved with runic letters, but the 1984 survey, which noted a caveful of Indian petroglyphs, had no mention of it. Wolter himself observed that the boulder didn’t seem as weathered as he would have expected.
He saved the day, though, by noticing apparent vandalism of the site that might have resulted in the boulder being unearthed after the state survey; its having been buried for centuries could explain the lack of weathering, he suggested. With the premise of the episode revived, Wolter sent photos of the boulder’s inscription to a rune expert who found that the letters were Anglo-Saxon runes and the language was “12th-century” English.
Not “Old” English or “Middle” English, distinctions recognized by actual linguists—12th-century English. :facepalm: Even “Early Middle English” would have worked, though according to Wikipedia it was in use in the 13th century as well.
Even assuming a medieval Englishman wound up in Arizona in the 1100s, I didn’t think anyone was still using rune letters that late—and when I looked it up I found that Anglo-Saxon rune writing had been all but replaced with the Latin alphabet well in advance of the Norman Conquest in 1066. Anyway, Wolter’s rune expert identified a name on the inscription which he then traced to Staffordshire in England; conveniently enough the surname on the boulder disappeared from Staffordshire records around 1200.
I recently quit watching another show that aims to debunk (sort of) things like UFO sightings because sometimes I could run back (yay TiVo!) the submitted video that fuels some of their stories and see obvious explanations the show’s cast completely miss (other viewers, it turns out, see the same things I do and the comment boards on the show’s website can be more entertaining than the show). Another show I’ve also quit watching was “Decoded,” which I had found very interesting when it examined the story of “D.B. Cooper,” but many of the guests they interviewed about some of the subject matter were obvious cranks—yet Brad Meltzer treats them as credible sources.
I don’t know if I’ll keep watching this “America Unearthed” show. Wolter obviously Wants to Believe™, which would become a credibility issue in short order. The next episode being promoted is about bones of giant humanoids turning up in Minnesota. Still, it’s sort of diverting trying to anticipate what obvious question won’t be asked. If you don’t leave a hole for the plot to escape the whole episode might blow up.
Update: Reading about runes has got me interested in ðe rune-descended letters Þþ (thorn) and Ðð (eth), which correspond to ðe hard and soft sounds, respectively, expressed in ðe Latin alphabet wiþ ðe letters “TH.” Can you imagine getting used to using ðem?
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Got tired of 2012. All banged up and leaking, trash strewn all over the place. So, we decided to move into a new year. 2013.
Kind of nice and shiny. Got that new year smell. Think we might stay a while.
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Back in October, or maybe early November, I occasionally heard what sounded like a lone goose flying overhead, calling loudly as if seeking a flock to join. Since it never appeared I assumed it had moved on—and probably it has.
Today, however, a pair of Canada geese have appeared, swimming around on our recently (mostly) replenished pond. Recent rains have brought the water level up almost to where it was when we first looked at this place last summer, and while our resident kingfisher has flown around since then the turbid state of the water seems to have kept him from doing much fishing. For similar reasons the heron has been nowhere to be seen, until today. Both species fish by sight; if they can’t see the fish, they can’t strike.
The water is still pretty murky so the heron has stayed in the very shallowest water near the shore. The geese, however, have been boating about, enjoying the high water.
Canadas tend to winter in this climate; we’ve seen flocks of them hanging around in horse pastures (there are a few in the neighborhood here) and anyplace else where they can watch for danger and rummage for forage. At an IHOP in Union City a particularly bold flock was hanging around in the parking lot one winter morning.
Swimming birds will add visual interest to the pond if these hang around, and even attract friends. They might even keep away loose dogs that we sometimes see, or hear about from Lucy.
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And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.
And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.
And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.
For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.
And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,
Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us.
And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger.
And when they had seen it, they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child.
And all they that heard it wondered at those things which were told them by the shepherds.
But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart.
KJV Luke 2:8-19
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The great blue heron that used to buzz the pond seems to have at least added it to his hunting grounds. We see him down there wading around quite a bit these days.
He’s been down there most of the morning today, stalking the fish but I’ve yet to see him catch one. At one point he stood motionless for several minutes, only to bolt suddenly, fly a few yards, then wade back to where he was. I was left wondering whether one of the bass sneaked up on him and nibbled his toes while he was staring into space trying to remember the theme song from some old TV show he used to like.
I may be projecting.
I also saw a smaller bird dart suddenly into the water, then fly quickly back to shore. I think it was a kingfisher. I’ve never seen one in the wild before.
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About eleven and a half months ago the 2,011th Common Era calendar ended.
Unexpectedly, a 2,012th one began the very next day.
Just sayin’.
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It’s a beautiful Thanksgiving Day and I didn’t have to stage a rodeo to gather up cats for a holiday visit—because the person we would have gone to visit is here instead.
If that’s not something to be thankful for, I don’t know what is.
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