BELIZE– September 30th marks the end of Belize’s annual celebration ofindependence. Belize gained independence from the British in 1981. As a relatively new, vibrant and exquisite country, it makes sense that their celebration spans the entire month of September!
But what does this have to do with the Wisconsin Northwoods? Parallel to Belize’s independence, this is also a key time for warbler and other southbound songbird migration. Seeing birds in the North that will potentially reach Belize brings back my own vivid memories of the lush, humid landscape as if they were just over my shoulder. As if I could breathe it in. The Green Heron,Black-throated Blue, Yellow,Black-and-whiteand many more warbler species all contribute to this miraculous phenomenon of migration from the north to the tropics. Some of these warblers, such as the Blackpoll, make the stretch over the Gulf of Mexico in a single flight, averaging an astonishing 20 wing flaps/second.
MICHIGAN U.P.– Over the past week I had the amazing opportunity to trek across the North Country Trail for 6 days, covering about 50 miles from Trout Creek to the Trap Hills near Berglund.
The immensity of the Ottawa National Forest and the beauty of these forests are still leaving their impression on me days after my return to a bed. My legs miss the hills, my eyes miss the grand views, and my ears miss the haunting, wild calls of the coyotes and wolves. Compared to the Porcupine Mountains and Minnesota’s Superior North Shore, this is unfortunately a less-traveled segment of the North Country Trail. This segment, which is the Peter Wolfe Chapter, holds so much for both adventure seekers and history buffs alike.
CONSERVE SCHOOL– A few weeks after moving up to the Northwoods, the adjustment process was well underway. It was exciting, beautiful and wild. Despite a bit of nostalgia for the common smells, sights, and sounds back home in the Twin Cities… it was freeing to be living up close to the forest. But, to my surprise there was a discomfort after the initial excitement faded. I noticed a dissonance to the copious pine trees that surrounded me daily… especially the Balsam Fir.
CONSERVE SCHOOL– It’s late August on a warm clear evening. The cicada siren sounds well beyond the sunset. Patches of red and yellow appear on the outer fringes of every 9th tree just slightly hinting of Fall.
I was having a rather lethargic evening, trying to force myself to get out for a jog. Even once warmed up, it was one of those days where it was tough to stay in motion.
But then I saw a Common Nighthawk. “Neat”, I thought to myself. I always thought they had a magical way about them in flight, swooping and diving unpredictably yet agile. If you haven’t seen one before, they migrate over rural and urban places alike, usually visible over fields or golf courses. In June, they’re quite adapted to urban areas, and can be heard on summer nights with their nasally “meiigh” hunting call. Continue reading “Common Nighthawk Migration”