Saturday, May 24, 2008

THE NEWT & THE SNAKE



Yesterday, I chased a rare to see, red bellied newt down the stairs to the wetlands below my home. A visiting contractor tried to stop it for me so I could take a photograph, but the newt was too fast for both of us. So I snapped a picture of the whole area in hopes to go “hunting” later.

Computer Wildlife Hunting is one of my favorite things to do. I open the photograph at full resolution and pan around looking for anything which appears slightly different from its surroundings. This is a lot harder than finding Waldo. Nature’s camouflage is amazing. I finally located the Newt in one of the pictures, only because its quick movements made a blur which distinguished it from the leaves around it.

I was now the proud owner of a photograph of a path of leaves with a blur spot in them. In my excitement, I was looking only for the Newt. Meanwhile, I failed to notice a large black snake, not five feet from it. When I opened the photo on my computer, there it was, clear as day. I called the contractor who had been with me to ask him if he had seen the snake. Neither he, nor I, nor the man with him, had noticed the snake during our “Newt pursuit.”

I wonder how many times in life that I miss what God places in front of me because I only see what I’m looking for. Being present to life as it plays out in each moment of my days is difficult for me. Afraid things will turn out like they did yesterday, I worry about tomorrow and I miss today. I’m always planning, thinking of ways to insure myself against catastrophe. I see life through a filter of past experiences which have colored my view of the world around me. In living out what “might happen,” I often lose the ability to experience what actually is happening.

To some, it may seem unusual that I see a “snake sighting” as a gift. I didn’t used to. When I moved into our swamp side home eight years ago, I was afraid of the swamp and terrified that I would run into a snake. Now, after numerous hours spent in these wetlands, I have fallen in love with this land and all of its creatures, even snakes. I respect each living thing and live in awe of the awesome artist who created them all. I meet Him there and sometimes I am calm enough to hear His voice.


Sunday, April 27, 2008

WHY SWAMPSCAPING IS NOT A WORD

I don't believe there is a documented history of anyone ever taming a swamp.

I plant stuff.
It dies.
I cut down stuff.
It grows back.
I plant trees.
The beavers chew them down.
I lay stone.
Swamp grass grows to cover it.
I dig creeks.
Storms and rain fill them with mud.
I make plans.
The swamp changes them.

I am always hearing "you can't do it" from one person or another. When I hear that kind of stuff, I'm even more determined to prove I can do it. My husband Russ never tells me that I can't do it. Russ just wonders why I'm willing to face snakes and snapping turtles and probably the swamp plague in order to accomplish my goal. From time to time he will even do a "he-man" chore for me, to help move me along on a project. ( This week he took time off from making a 3-D Robot movie to fire up his chain saw. Don't you love it? I sure do!)

I asked him to cut up a large fallen tree so that I will be able to dig it out and make a larger water area. Then I asked him to remove some large brush that my lopping shears couldn't handle. I will be busy for weeks now, working these new areas. The swamp is fed by a spring fed lake and empties into a river. I am hoping that, over time, the flow of the water will finish what I have started. I think there is at least one beaver who has moved back in "to help me with my task."


Saturday, April 26, 2008

Fearless Grandson meets Fearless Grandturtle


Micah is five years old. He loves to wear waders, in or out of water, but especially in creeks and swamps. He and I wore our waders out into the swamp water yesterday. We dug out the section circled in red. (We are trying to make a shallow lake with shovels!) During the process, he encountered a small black and yellow water snake, which didn't phase him. He didn't even raise his voice (and he has a whopper of a voice) when he told me about it.

Lack of excitement is no way to describe my reaction to Micah mentioning a snake was near him! However, I never saw the snake. Micah said it was small and pointed it out in my field guide later. It was apparently a benign water snake. Still....Whoa!

Then later, with Micah away in a much safer location, I had my own frightening swamp encounter. Below are two pictures of the big turtle's offspring which were taken several years ago. I believe this turtle is an alligator snapping turtle. It looks very different from the other swamp turtles and the largest turtle discovered in this swamp probably weighs about 80 pounds. None of the other varieties of swamp turtles grow anywhere near that large. Why wouldn't there be younger, smaller family members?

Anyway, when my shovel hit this turtles now much larger shell, I thought I had discovered a nice big rock to use in my landscaping. I reached in the water with both hands to pick up the rock. As I lifted it from the water, it snapped at me and I dropped it screaming. Then I made this jumping and scrambling commotion as I tried to get my shovel under it and lift for Micah to see. Unfortunately it was too big and too heavy for a standard shovel. I only succeeded in catapulting it forward to swim away and out of sight.



Micah wasn't moved but he thought his Grandmommy was pretty funny.

Monday, March 31, 2008

FIRST 2008 BIG TURTLE SIGHTING!

Look who's treading water under the log! I took the picture with a telescopic lens about a week ago, without any awareness of the turtle. Since that time, as is always the story, I cannot find this turtle.

Thursday, March 20, 2008

ON FROGS AND FLOWERS

























A frog in the hand.....No I'm not going to say what you think. I know that it's not good

to hold frogs since they breathe through their skin. This was just one of those times

when I lost the battle with myself. I didn't hold him long and my gloves were clean, mostly.