Tuesday, June 3, 2014

NO STRESS AND LOTS OF PRETTIES

I have to admit that it's been difficult to live up to the name of this blog, "Gary's Outdoor Wanderings2", this year as I haven't been on any water that is conducive to consistent wildlife pictures but I've been discovering something about myself that I guess I've overlooked for all these years.  I'm having a blast planting stuff.  I find it very relaxing and satisfying to plant flowering and hedge plants in particular as well as an occasional rose or two.  This morning, as I sat in my rocker on the porch and watched the sun rise, I noticed some blooms starting to appear where they weren't yesterday.  They were roses and another flower that I can't recall the name of.  Yesterday these plants were green.  Look at them now.


Aren't these gorgeous?   What a nice way to start a day.  Watch the sun come up while sitting in a rocker (that Tom bought me), hand on Shade's head and sipping a hot coffee out of an enormous half gallon travel mug as the sun rapidly appears and shows these beautiful blooms off.  


The cat and hound are lawn ornaments.


Flowers are important to personal survival, believe me.  A beautiful flower will lift the spirits of the most down trodden individual to the point of making the reason for sorrow minuscule.
I had two days off this weekend but a kid's fishing derby in Alcoa, TN requires my presence on Saturday, so a camp out on Calderwood  Lake won't happen this weekend.  It will happen within the next 5 days guaranteed.  Shade and I will be doing an overnight on Calderwood before next weekend for sure. 
 His parents and sister were gone and he was alone and shrieking loudly and continually, his loneliness obvious. I was saddened to see him abandoned and alone without family support of any kind.
 Not to worry.  His sister has taken her first flight and is near with a parent.  The two of them will return before long and enter the nesting area again.  The mother is probably doing serious hunting to feed the group.  Dad probably is giving flight lessons to little sister.  Junior will get his chance as soon as he finds the courage to jump off into space.
 But, for now his cries are sad sounding and they touch the human heart only because we humans have lost the ability to live on the edge and understand what it means to be really wild and one with nature and all her dangers and her sometimes inconsiderate ways of dealing with her citizens bordering on the savage.  His life is fragile until he learns to navigate the skies, and he surely will soon.

 Isn't he gorgeous?  He will soon join the rest of royalty and be a prince of the skies.
 From the majestic, powerful eagle to the meek and withdrawn white tail deer - nature is fascinating.

A LAID BACK KIND OF DAY



These days where I drive the truck along the Cherokee Tailrace are always quiet, nearly boring days as I don't have to deal with boat navigation, although I prefer to be in the boat doing this job.  I much rather be on the water where I'm not restricted by roads and lane changes.  There is a bit of traffic but it's not intense like on a highway.  Tomorrow is dentist day and that won't be a laid back day.  Yep, still messing with these dentures "over a botched extraction job performed by a dentist who I think flunked out of teeth pulling school."  The dentist who pulled my teeth is another issue aside from getting my mouth straightened out and he and I aren't done with the dance yet.

This is just a little entry keeping everyone up to date on the eagles down at the river and other little bits of information you may find of interest.
View to the Holston river from Indian Cave

A quick trip to the bald eagle's nest shows both youngsters on the verge of flight.  They have been edging further and further away from the nest, sliding along all the larger limbs.  Today they are in the leafy shade.
 You can see both their dark, vertical forms.

And, finally mom appears on the scene, her white head streaked with the yellow color of river clay.  She's no doubt been hunting.

Mom just flew in and I missed her landing because I was focused on Junior.  The young eagle slides back across the limb towards mom, obviously because he thinks she has brought food.  I can see him peaking out from under the foliage.
It's obviously been a hard day for mom as she bows her head to close her eyes for a bit before once again heading out to hunt.  These two youngsters are as large as she is and require a lot of food.  Dad's no doubt on the river also, or hiding out somewhere to avoid these constantly eating kids of his. 

 The last part of this entry is about the massive, leafy growth in my yard called a monster clematis plant.  It is taking over the entire flower patch and I've been installing obstacles for it to climb onto in attempts to guide it away from the other flowers.
 

 I've placed a trellis beside the behemoth to try and tempt it to flow in that direction.  It's hard to see but I pulled a few vines from the clematis over to the bottom of the trellis to start the process.
 The above shot shows the clematis vining over a piece of 2x4 that I spiked along and on top of a fixed post.  The clematis sent out vines and covered the end of the wood in just two days.  Amazing!  I nailed a second 2x4 on top and above the first one.  You can see the fines just starting to reach up to it.
 Above shows yet another image of the monster's quest for power.
Above is another shot of the trellis I just installed.  The vines from the plant to the wood can be seen at the bottom of the trellis.  
And, yes I have inserted two pieces of lawn ornaments.  The bird bath is a necessity as the birds have nowhere to go around here for water and I noticed them already in the new facility.  A small piece of wood enhances their ability to use the bath.
 As far as the bench goes, well, it was just something that caught my eye.  I can say no more about it.

 The dog is not a lawn ornament but actually a live specimen.  
Finally, in the bottom of that wooden barrel there is a tiny hole next to the ground and in that hole passes little chipmunks who have set up housekeeping inside.  So, I have chipmunks in the barrel and a multitude of toads in the clematis, not to mention birds of all types on the bird bath and flitting among the stems of the roses and clematis.  I've created a habitat of sorts.  If only I had a way to have a pig.  I like pigs.

Sunday, June 1, 2014

A LITTLE PEACE ON THE WATER AND OF COURSE ----- AN EAGLE UPDATE

You're going to have to bear with me on this eagle thing because eagles are a passion for me and I want to see these two youngsters off to a good, safe start in life and it looks like they are going to be off and flying very soon.
 These guys have grown as large as their parents now and will soon be airborne.  I hope I can be there to witness their first flight because it is a unique experience to watch them awkwardly leave the perch and fly only a short distance, testing their wings and learning to trust their ability to hold them in the sky..
 It's amazing how fast they learn to be masterful with their wings and achieve precision flight.  It's really evolution and hard wiring over uncountable eons that has programmed this raptor to use it's wings, just like we learn to use our legs and arms.
I have been privileged to witness the first flight of many young eagles and they all display a certain awkwardness that first time off the limb.  They'll fly to some tree trunk and cling to the side of it until ready to test another path through the air only to land on a more suitable perch, like a horizontal tree limb.  It doesn't take long until they follow a parent to learn to hunt and the youths quickly become expert in flight.
Both youngsters are out of the nest more often then not and all over the tree, shuffling along the thick limbs, testing the turf, gaining courage and when the time is right - they'll break the bonds of earth and cast the tethers of youth aside and join the other members of their majestic breed to soar ore the mountains, forests, lakes and streams and amaze the eyes of mortal man..
Above:  she's such a pretty little girl.  Yes she is!

I've had all the burners of the stove of life operating over the past few days and things finally settled down today and I enjoyed the upper French Broad River section of Douglas Lake.  A major bass tournament was raging over the past four days on Douglas and I was going nuts with the activity.  Don't care to discuss it.  I sold a canoe, a kayak and one of my tents this week and somewhere in there I lost a very close friend to cancer.  His name was Bill and he was my new friend whom I knew would have been one of those special, share everything kind of friends.  I feel cheated that he was taken away from me so soon but then - how shallow of me to feel that way because his sweet, dear wife now experiences emotions that I can only imagine.  Bless her sweetness and devotion to Bill.
 Great Blue Heron, Great Egret and another Great Egret

This upper French Broad River section of Douglas Lake is the lake's only saving grace. One rolls off the big lake and onto a more narrow river that is the French Broad River.  Wildlife suddenly appears and the water and shoreline suddenly attractive and even beautiful if the sun holds in the sky just right.
A great egret launches off the shoreline and heads up river.
They are so elegant.  Notice that his head is drawn back to his shoulders in flight.  The great blue heron flies with his neck stretched out.  Interesting distinction between the two species.
They sure are a contrast to any background.
A trip up the French Broad wouldn't be complete without at least one osprey shot.
Mom watched me closely and shrieked continuously.  This tells me she has babies in the nest.
The male launched and circled the boat shrieking loudly and continuously.  I didn't stay but left immediately.

He landed a short distance away and again took off shrieking all the way back to the nest.


Tomorrow is back on the tailrace of Cherokee Lake in the truck and back to the dentist in the morning too.  Seems my jaw is hurting with the newest denture adjustment I just had done.  Looks like another bone spur or spike or sliver or whatever receiving pressure from the lower denture.  Always something.  Thanks for reading here and live each day like there's no tomorrow.  One never knows.