Showing posts with label crow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crow. Show all posts

Thursday, October 8, 2020

Nature Comes to Me



 Note:  You don’t need to bust your eyes out trying to read my handwriting on the journal pages.  My text here is a slightly expanded and edited version.  

 

Oct. 7.... I was pretty bummed when I saw the air quality this morning.  We’ve had day after day of light smoke and promises of clean air coming.  So far, when we do get a day of decent (not too smoky air) there always are chores to do in the yard or an appointment.  Usually we are out and about at least three days a week.  We haven’t taken a wildlife photo since Aug 31!  

 

The air was supposed to be good by last Sunday .. Monday ... Tuesday ... now it’s Wednesday and the air quality is getting worse.  I felt a little like a boil ready to pop if I didn’t get out into nature.  

 

But then nature came to me!  We’ve had a family of crows in the neighborhood all spring and summer.  I see them out my front window many mornings.  I’ve nicknamed them the ‘Bad Boys’.  I like the crows, but named them that way because one of my neighbors wishes they would disappear. She has a legitimate beef.  Last year she watched them raid a bird’s nest.   

 

I enjoyed listening to them beg when they were nestlings and now we watch the raucous bunch swoop in and inspect one area after another.  Lately their focus has been on harvesting walnuts. Until this fall, I wasn’t aware of a small walnut tree in the next block.  I looked for it when the crows started dropping nuts on the asphalt and was surprised to find I can see the top of the tree from my couch!  

 

I decided to brave a little smoke and go outside to sketch the Bad Boys.  The crows were most cooperative.  I could see how easily they rip the green nuts off the tree, and how easily the green husk pops off then the nut is dropped.  Once the husk is off, the nut looks like the unshelled nut you and I buy in the grocery store; but now the crow needs to get that hard shell off.  Sometime the crow drops it onto the asphalt again; sometimes he flies to the top of a telephone pole and pounds away.  He may pound for 2-3 minutes before making any progress and another 5 minutes to harvest the yummy nutmeat inside.  

 

I watched one crow wait patiently for another to finish his nut and then the glean was little was left up there.  Another crow just flies in and steals without much of an argument.  He must be ‘top dog.’


While watching I had another treat in store. Our local grey squirrel was also making trips to the walnut tree, and racing back with one nut at a time. He is a fussy inspector, but eventually picks a spot to bury his nut.  Our neighbors across the street are in the process of extensive landscaping.  I think they are going to have a few walnut trees they didn’t plan on.  

 

I started my crow sketches outside, but finished up inside.  The squirrel was a constent motion machine so we took photos of him for me to sketch from.  After a mix of being outside and finishing sketches inside, I had a good taste of nature.  I felt ‘centered’ again.



Friday, January 15, 2016

New Year's Resolution


Some years I make a resolution or two, some years I don't.  As time goes by I'm less inclined to make definite resolutions, but rather challenge myself to do better without a specific end goal.  It's such a let down to not read those 20 books, loose those 30 pounds, or walk 400 miles.  This year I didn't have any resolutions in mind on the first, but then an idea hit on Jan 2.
The day had dawned sunny, but chilly.  Sun has been rare since the rains finally came.   Dale and I headed out with cameras and my sketchbook.  First stop was our local duck pond.  Normally I'd grab my camera and hop out of the car ... but it was chilly.  Instead I drew a great blue heron hunkered on a tiny island just a few feet off shore.  He seemed to be all pulled together avoiding the cold, just waiting for a little of that sunshine to sink in.  Another parking spot yielded a quick sketch of an egret hunting the pond edge, and then a double-crested cormorant drying off. 

Soon we were on to another park.  Varied thrushes were busy stalking worms and two sapsuckers were flying from one tree to another.  Into my sketchbook went one of each -- I'd drawn five species before noon!

Suddenly I got the bright idea to draw 100 species in 2016.  Five field drawings of different species in one morning was unusual, but perhaps 100 over the year was realistic.  As I mulled the idea over I got to wondering just how many species, separate species,  (field sketches, finished drawings, paintings) did I do in 2015.  I knew it had been a good year. 

That evening I checked my computer, my insect project, my journal, and a couple of sketchbooks.  The list kept growing.  Over 200 pieces of art yielded 109 species.  Wow!  That included 68 birds, 21 mammals, 18 insects and 2 amphibians.  -- Guess I don't need to challenge myself to draw 100.  But of course the idea kept niggling at me.  Maybe I should up the ante -- 150? 

About then a dash of common sense seeped in.  Drawing species just to see how many I can draw in one year just might not be all that productive.  I'm sure I could do 150, but I'd either be popping open my laptop or sketching far off critters just for the sake of adding to the list, not because I could really see them.  Better to just keep on drawing/painting as much as possible. 
Last week I knew I'd made the right decision.  We were at the coast.  At our first stop I knew Dale wouldn't stay long, so I started quick sketching -- an oystercatcher, a California sea lion and an elephant seal.  Then on to the next stop.  Some crows talking up a storm in the tippy top of a Sitka spruce caught my attention.  The air was damp, almost foggy, but I wanted to see what I could do with paint in spite of the dampness -- make it work for me rather than fighting it. 

Since it was so damp my initial paint took forever to dry; but I had two sketchbooks in the car so I started on another, this time of just one crow.

For once the air was still; it was just warm enough to paint without gloves on; I was surrounded by the sounds of one wave after another rolling in from the far reaches of the Pacific; occassionally a flock of oystercatchers below me gave out their tell-tale call; and nearby, the wonderful yammering of the crows.  Dale still hadn't come back so I even got a third sketch done -- more crows.  I love it when a subject stays in the area long enough and close enough for me to feel we've spent some some real time together.  

And sometime that afternoon I remembered the challenge I almost made.  I could have concentrated on a variety of species.  I could have added white-crowned sparrows, far off gulls, and a tiny pelagic cormorant; instead I thoroughly enjoyed immersing myself in crow shenanigans. 
.... and my last sketch didn't even have any critters in it.