Showing posts with label bees. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bees. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 1, 2025

#221 Two stories and Two Sets of Photos


Bald eagle with dinner in claw, WA state.


HAPPY NEW YEAR! This post contains two stories that are sort of related and two groups of photos (the birds and the bees/bugs) that are related to each other, but not related to the stories. I hope both the stories and the photos are enjoyable in their own way. It’s going to be that kind of year—all mixed up. but we still find joy where we can.


Goshawk in forest, Perth, Scotland.


Goshawk in flight.


Voices in the Wall 

It was a lovely afternoon for watching the Lamlash Bay lap on the shore of Isle Arran, Scotland. After a great round of golf at Shiskine GC, we had stopped at Arran Cheese and picked up a couple of rounds and some crisps (what we’d call crackers) for snacking. Back in our room at Lilybank B&B we had cut into one of the cheese rounds, broken out some crisps, poured two generous drams of Lochranza single malt scotch, and were sitting back enjoying the view of the bay and the Holy Isle. We were the only guests so far in the B&B, but yet we could hear voices. The closer we listened, the more the voices seemed to be coming from the wall of our room. Was it the whisky? Was our room haunted? The voices were indistinct, yet they were recognizable as voices. I walked over to the wall for a closer listen.

Gannet

A very patriotic gull.

 

I couldn’t tell what they were saying or where exactly the voices were coming from, but they seemed to be repeating the same refrain. I went to the door and listened outside the room. No, they seemed to be just in the wall of our room. As I moved along the wall to try to pinpoint the voices, the sound moved from the wall to my backpack which leaned against the wall. 



It took me only a moment to find my mini voice recorder, the one I use for verbal notes as we play a golf course. Somehow it had turned on and was playing back the same sentence describing a hole from the previous day’s golf. Mystery solved, but it might have been a better story had it been a talking mouse in the wall or the spirit of a former guest who really didn’t want to leave the place. 

Pheasant near St Fillins, Scotland.
Red grouse in Glen Quaich, Scotland.


Duck, Lower Slaughter, Cotswolds, England
Meadowlark, Taos, NM

Scottish Robin


The Noise at Home

First, some background. A couple of months ago in the middle of the night one of our smoke detectors started beeping one chirp about every 15 seconds. We checked all the rooms in our unit (two bedroom with a den) to make sure there was not a real emergency. When we were satisfied that we were safe, we realized we were still being annoyed by the constant chirp telling us the battery in the detector was running out. With no ladder or willingness to climb up one if we had it, we called maintenance. Even though it was 1:30 in the morning a worker came to the house and changed all the batteries in all our alarms. Ah, senior living.





Now to the real story. A couple of weeks ago, again in the middle of the night, about 2:30, I was awakened by a very piercing but soft noise—a whistle or alarm sound. I had been sleeping in my living room recliner— something I often do when my Parkinson’s tremors are acting up. I looked around to see if I could see a source for the now irritating noise. I couldn’t. So, I got up and looked at every electric item we had in the room (tv, radio, DISH module, alarms, clocks, stove, fridge, microwave, etc.). Nothing was making the noise. By turning my head I tried to triangulate the location. Nothing was definitive. I checked every other room and outside, but I was sure the sound was emanating from the kitchen-diningroom-livingroom area. I still couldn’t identify a source for what now sounded like constant electric screaming. 

Canmore, Alberta, Canada

Yellow Swallowtail

"Let me out!" Huntingtower Castle, near Perth, Scotland


I finally woke Anne, who had slept through the noise and my noise because, of course, she doesn’t wear her hearing aids at night. Together we went through the whole process again and came up blank. We were just to call for help when she said, “Wait a second.” She moved a couple of books on a shelf, “Look at this.” She was pointing to a small, very old Sharper Image travel clock. It was indeed the culprit. I turned the clock over to see battery acid leaking out of the battery compartment. It was so corroded that the alarm must have been shorted out. Plying the batteries out shut off our noise invasion. Not as interesting a tale as voices in the wall, but certainly closer to home.

Assassin Bug (?)


In Scotland this would be called a ginger wooly bear.

This walking stick hitched a ride on my golf club bag.

If you want to view some really fine wildlife photos, check out the sites that feature two of our great friends from Canada. See Kathryn Delany's website -- www.colorsplashes.com -- and find Nick Delany's work by going to www.psa-photo.org and searching for Nick Delany.


NEXT: We've had the birds and the bees; next is, of course, the Beasts. 

Thursday, September 29, 2022

#197 Journaling



Journaling.


I didn’t start journaling until I retired from teaching and was on my first trip to Scotland. My last student teacher had given me a journal for my trip. I found that I loved making daily notes about my travels. I have now over 40 full journals with notes and stories about the trips I’ve taken since retiring, big or small.

At first I wrote in commercial journals, but I realized I wanted something special. 



For a few trips I used special journals that I had printed and spiral bound. 



These were especially good for notes on golf courses and pubs used in writing my first books about Scotland and Ireland. Later I discovered an even better system. Called “Circa” and produced by Levenger (www.levenger.com), the basic system consists of a variety of special pages that fit into plastic-ringed binders. 




This journal system is very adaptable; it’s a create-your-own journal system. Staples sells its own system called ARC which fits with most Levenger Circa products. 

Whatever system you try, I whole heartedly suggest you try journaling even on short trips. Having journals with good notes or narratives are useful in many ways: to answer questions about past travels, to help with future travel planning, to relive past trips, among others.






My latest journaling endeavor I’ve mentioned before in my blog—a set of stories from years before I started journaling, a journal of remembrance. I’ve categorized the journal: stories about growing up, about high school and college, about speech and debate activities, about raising and racing sled dogs, about teaching, and about whatever doesn’t fit in the other categories. This post contains a couple of stories from that journal. I would very much appreciate reactions to these stories and particularly whether this type of story is worth sharing in this blog. A Big Thank You to any who do share their reactions.


Note: most of the photos in this post are just some feel-good pictures from this summer.




My Fifth College Year—What a Way to Live


After four years at Linfield College I didn’t graduate but moved to Oregon College of Education for my Fifth Year and secondary teaching certificate. At summer session I took an extremely heavy class load of 21 credit hours (normal would be 12 credit hours). I also had to survive on practically no money. After tuition and books I had about $200 for the two month term.

First was lodging. I rented a one-room apartment for $25 dollars a month which included electricity, water, and garbage. I paid both months up front so I would have a place to live. The room had a kitchen sink and stove and a separate bathroom with shower. It came furnished with a single bed, small table, two chairs, and one small dresser. The unit fit me well, but I soon realized I needed company. One day with no classes, probably a Saturday, I walked to Salem (12 miles), bought a $20 plastic table radio at Pennys, and walked home. Most likely I hitched rides both ways, but I recall walking a lot of it. That radio was my entertainment for the whole year at OCE.

For food I had several strategies to stretch my meager funds:

(1) Three times a week I would go to the college commons to have a butterhorn ($.15) and a coffee with cream and sugar ($.10 no refill) for breakfast. Tuesday and Thursday I had no early classes so I’d skip breakfast.

(2) Dinners were as cheap as I could make them—$.10 Kraft Mac and Cheese in a box, fried cornmeal mush. For meat I’d buy pork steak or bacon (both cheaper than beef) or Spam. Lunch was almost always PB&J or bologna sandwiches.

(3) Once a week or so I’d go to Shakey’s Pizza and scarf—buy a soda and wait until somebody left and clean up their spot (including eating any leftover pizza). The manager never said anything because I was cleaning up the tables.

(4) For a special treat I’d walk down to Wagon Wheel Burgers and have one of their specials—large and cheap at $1.25.



Between summer and fall terms I lived with Grandpa and Grandma Jones in Salem and worked 32 straight days at the Del Monte Canary dumping beets into a cooker (I still hate the smell of cooked beets). For fall term I shared a new apartment with Mike Harrell (my high school and college debate partner). Money lasted until winter term.

Winter term I moved back into the $25 apartment and went back to my survival living. The only difference was now how to heat the apartment. The electrical system would only accommodate my small heater on low which would take the chill off. When I needed to study in my room (most of my time was spent in the warm library) I would open the door of the electric oven, push the table up to the open stove, and turn the oven on low. When I told an older classmate (probably in her 40s) about my arrangement she gave me an electric blanket, which was a life saver.



A couple of days a week I wouldn’t have to buy coffee or butterhorn—someone would buy for me. Several kind souls helped take care of me in small ways. I got a grant for my last term—my student teaching term—which got me into a nice apartment with enough left over for real food. I have never regretted my decision to give up a college teaching assistantship to get my Fifth Year and teach high school. And I cherish all I learned in my year of survival at OCE.




The Telescope that Could Hear the Bees


On the day of the total solar eclipse visible in Oregon, August 21, 2017, I set up a couple of cameras and a couple of telescopes at Charleen and Dave’s (sister and brother-in-law) in South Salem. Their yard had spectacular view of the eclipse path and was filled with family and friends getting ready to enjoy the spectacle.



Before the eclipse, I set up one of the telescopes to view a neighbor’s cluster of bee hives about a third of a mile away. The scope was near a drop-off filled with flowering bushes. I invited people to test out the scope and as they viewed the hives I told them that if they listened carefully they could hear the bees as well as see them in the special scope.



I got reactions such as, “My God, how can you do that?” “I can really hear them!” and, “That’s Amazing!” Word spread and others came to see and hear the bees. Finally, someone asked how the telescope could do that? 

I explained that all you had to do was…and I pointed to the bank of bee-filled bushes in front of the telescope…set the scope in the correct place. 





Next: maybe a real travel post.


 

Friday, March 11, 2022

It's About Me


It’s about Me


This post is about me. First is a story about my senior year at South Salem HS. Second will be 21 photos (some of my favorites) that I’ve never shared or displayed or sold as prints. I feel good about sharing both of these.


My Senior Speech Year at South Salem HS


My third year on the South Salem speech team was quite special and yet nobody really noticed. Throughout the entire year in debate, individual events, and special speeches I won awards in every event I entered—most of the time third place and never first. Besides debate, the individual events I participated in was quite a variety: extemporaneous speaking, impromptu, oratory, dramatic interp, salesmanship (Linfield College), public address (Linfienld), and student congress. In every one of these events in six different competitions (high school and college tournaments) I won awards. I also entered two scholarship competitions and won awards in each (Odd Fellows United Nations competition and American Legion Oratorical).  

Highlights for the year included winning five Superior or Excellent awards at Portland State in five different events—I competed in 3 events one hour and two events the next hour—I was awarded Outstanding Speaker in the tournament by Coach Dr. Ben Padrow. At the Linfield College tournament I placed in the three individual events I entered and with my partner, Mike Harrell, won 2nd in Sr. Debate. I did receive a speech scholarship to Linfield from Dr. Hap Mahaffey. At the state tournament at Oregon State University Mike and I along with Catrhy Stone placed third in team debate, and at the NW Regional National Qualifying Tournament at Evergreen College in Washington I won 3rd  in Men’s Extemp (top two got to go to Nationals).

With approximately forty trophies (all seconds or thirds) won in my senior year of high school, it was encouraging that my partner at Linfield, Paul Butcher, and I took first place (undefeated) in our first college tournament.


Some Favorite Photos


There’s no significant order to these photos, They are just images I like or that bring back good memories, yet I’ve never before shared them. I thought it was time they were seen and shared. Let me know which ones you like (or don't like).


Health and Safety doesn't like this picture.

Crown Point Vista House, Early Morning

Ancient standing stone and small castle in Central Scotland.

This really is a selfie taken on a Scottish ferry trip.

Grafitti Wall in Santa Fe

Anne enjoys a scone in a stationary rail car tearoom in Dufftopwn, Scotland.

An ancient stone circle in a cow field near Killin, Scotland.

Abandoned crofts on an island we passed on a ferry from the mainland to Kirkwall in the Orkney Islands, Scotland.

Dramatic clouds framed the dunes along Balnakeil Beach in the far Northwest corner of Scotland.

Anne crossing a clapper bridge (large flat stone bridge) in Datmoor National Park, England.

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A small croft in the Scottish highlands near Braemar.

Gathering Pollen in Scotland

Tillamook Rock Lighthouse on a rare summer day.

Abiquiu Lake, New Mexico, near the home and studio of artist Georgia O'Keeffe

Forest bridge on the trail to the Burn O'Vat near Ballatter, Scotland.

Sunset in Arches National Park, Moab, Utah.

I have absolutely no idea what this creature is, but I know I wouldn't want to meet it in a dark alley. Photo taken near Sisters, OR.

Old Friends (Elgin, Scotland)

Anne on the trail in the far northwest of Scotland, near Durness.

Credit the photographer, Anne, for catching me at work in an ancient cairn in Ireland.

Store window and street reflection in Scotland. Is Anne inside or out?