Saturday, November 14, 2009

Mad River Estuary After the storm


Heavy deposits of Driftwood looking west toward Mad river Mouth



Driftwood along the north shore of Mad River looking east.


Looking east toward the mouth of Widow White Creek

Today my wife and I hiked out to the mouth of Widow White creek to see if the Burrowing owl continues to remain in the area. Lauren Lester saw one after the storm recently. I had been here a couple of times since and could not locate an owl.
The storm has left it's mark on the area by discarding tons of driftwood and changing the landscape.
It was a crisp clear day with temperatures around 45 degrees farenheit and we scanned the general area with our binoculars but failed to locate owls.
Then as we walked toward the ocean crossing the newly relocated mouth of Widow White Creek a Burrowing owl flew out of the debris toward the base of the vegetated cliff east of where we were. A few seconds later a second owl flew from a few feet away.

The Burrowing owl is known for it's site tenacity. These owls tolerated a storm that moved their logs and dozens of people with dogs who walk roughshod over their site on a daily basis.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

High tide and Big Surf


Photo showing flooding at the mouth of Widow White Creek and Mad River.
Trinidad Head in the background.

I drove down to the Ocean to check on the Burrowing owl (see last post) yesterday and was amazed to see the highest tide that I have personally seen since moving to the area.

The waves were washing up against the sandy shores on the north side of the Mad river causing major erosion and flooding the driftwood area where the Burrowing had been a couple of days earlier.


Mad river beach on the south of the mouth was completely inundated and large driftwood debris and foam were being tossed around by the heavy surf.
Expect even higher tide this afternoon.

It will be interesting to see the changes and objects that will be washed ashore after the high tides recede.
I will be pleasantly surprised if the Burrowing remains in the area.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

Burrowing Owl by the Sea


A gorgeous day in Humboldt County near McKinleyville,California compelled me to go out to the Mouth of the Mad River. Clear sunny skies with no wind and a very high tide flooding the beaches along the river. As usual I checked to see if the burrowing owls had returned and to my joy and surprise while scanning the driftwood area along the west edge of Widow White creek there standing on a large log was the familar bequilling owl that I have become so familar with.
I had my camera with SigmaDG telephoto lens and was anxious to get my first digital photo of a Burrowing owl.
I have hundreds of owl slides taken while I was in Davis long before the digital era.
This is unsual habitat for Burrowing owls but I documented them previously in the same area earlier in the year between Feb. and April. Could this be one of the same birds that was here before I thought? Unless someone bands them we may never know the answer to that question.
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I eventually walked out to the mouth of the Mad river and a few hundred yards north along the beach and spotted some shorebird activity.
I was rewarded with large numbers of Sanderling's and Marbled Godwits foraging along the surf's edge for invertebrates.

One can become absorbed watching the Sanderling run toward the receding surf to prob the sand then they all turn, rapidly retreating just ahead of the waves rolling in.
It's their familiar "dance" that they have done for generations feeding along the surf's edge Their white feathers giving the illusion of foam.


When startled they rise in unison in a compact flock only to land a few seconds later nearby to continue their feeding activity.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Homeless in Arcata


The first time I visited the Arcata Plaza I immediately noticed that there were “homeless” people hanging out in front of the bars and in the park across the street.

I later found out that it is not uncommon to see a homeless person here. In fact the area is a “magnet” for people who are homeless either by choice or from unfortunate circumstances.


I couldn’t help notice a wildly bearded guy standing in the sun. He looked like he hadn’t bathed or slept in weeks. I talked to Christopher who said he had been homeless for 8 years, “drank a lot and was in jail on and off for stupid stuff “.
He said that one time he “waved at a cop” in Fortuna and was thrown in jail”. When asked if the city of Arcata has a good program for people in his situation he responded that “it’s a good program and that he has slept in a church” but usually sleeps “under a tree”.

I asked him how he ended up homeless and he answered that his dysfunctional parents “threw him and his belongings out and he started hanging out with “gutter punks”. He had trouble speaking clearly and most likely in need of rehabilitation which is a resource available in nearby Eureka.
One guy said he “Fly’s a sign” to make enough money to keep him alive and buy gas. His signs read “Traveling Broke” or “Traveling Hungry” and he usually makes $20 per day and tries to keep his car with no less than a half tank of gas. He said he knows a guy who made 50 k one year “flying sings.”



The gentleman with the nice smile is a war veteran and I donated $5 to help him.
Like many he had "fallen on hard times".

A gray bearded guy named “Big Al” is a fixture on a corner that "he owns" in Arcata “Flying a sign”. When I took his photo as I drove by he turned and gave me the bird and shouted obscenities. This person must do pretty well because he keeps coming back day after day. The rumor is that he isn't homeless and this is his profession.
The last time I saw "Big Al" he was on the corner of Giuntoli and Valley West Blvd. and had added a grocery cart full of his stuff and a dog.



I drove up to Redwood Park and talked to a few Young homeless people hanging out at the picnic area cooking up a pot of Coffee.


They all greeted me but seemed wary and were not immediately forthcoming as I began my 2 hour conversation with them. The first guy who opened up was obviously ‘brain fried,’ his sentences incomplete with scrambled thoughts from his long history using alcohol and drugs.

However, some of these young people were obviously articulate and wanted to share their stories with me. When I posed the question to the group “what do you think of the future”, they all broke out in uproarious laughter which was so infectious that I laughed also.
They said that this way of life was a choice because they don't want to be obligated or responsible and would rather enjoy life by living for "the moment".
This could very well be the best times of their lives.


After a while they warmed up and perhaps even trusted me as they told stories about the “park maintenance” crew that repeatedly take (“steal”) their stuff and discard them in the trash. Because of this they set up camps hidden far back in the forest where most people wouldn’t go. Some of them carry their possessions on their back to avoid losing everything they own.

The encampments in the park are considered illegal by the city and have no qualms about clearing out these “forest dwellers” and their belongings.


Jeremiah told me that the park maintenance crew took 20 lbs. of dog food, tarps, and his sleeping bag. When he confronted them they called the cops and he was arrested because they uncovered a record that occurred six years earlier in Southern California when he did a “Dine and Dash”. This is when a person eats at a public restaurant but leaves without paying he explained.
He said he was hungry and desperate then and knows how to survive now.
Jeremiah sleeps in his car and makes change selling his rock jewelry.


A young woman named Tavia left an abusive relationship recently and had nowhere to go so she decided to live with the “Forest dwellers” for the last 3 days. When I asked her how it was she answered “it’s scary”! The reason it is scary she say’s is because “you don’t know who to trust and there may be mountain lions out there”. She had a job but quit it because she feels safer here than where she was before.


There were some talented musicians in the group and they entertained me with some of their favorite songs. They had to go far back in the woods to retrieve their instruments which were hidden. It was worth the wait because these guys could earn a living playing gigs around town. They told me that they enjoy playing music in the plaza occasionally and even make some change from donations by appreciative listeners.

Jester and “The Lloyd” play the Harmonica, Ben plays the Banjo, Max plays the Guitar and they all sing. They have a good sense of humor noted by their quick answer to my question what’s the name of your group? They pointed to a sign laying on the table and said “right now we’re called Help wanted” followed by spontaneous laughter.

Their songs included “Coffee, God and cigarettes”, “Drags”, and “I’ll be there in the morning if I live”. Their music was earthy,folk and very good.



These people need basic things including; food and shelter but Jeremiah say’s “we need help with gear, sleeping bags, tarps, tents, boots, socks, plastic bags for dog poop , and a sustainable place to camp where we won’t be harassed and a restroom”.

I thought to myself there must be someone out there who can at least provide a portable john for obvious reasons.

Some say the problem with giving them a sustainable camp area is that it would attract homeless from all over the country and exacerbate the local problem .
Other members of the community complain that they don’t use the trails in the park because they’re afraid of being panhandled or intimidated by the homeless people’s dogs and they litter the forest with garbage and feces.

An article in the Times-Standard by Donna Tam raises the question of safety, citing that “Homeless camps in Arcata forests raise a fire risk”.

The homeless people that I talked to claim that “the junkies that pass through ruin it for others” and that they are willing to police their camps and keep them clean and would even work for a hand out.
That’s what I wanted to hear but I found out later from talking to members of the Native Plant Society that the state park officials won’t allow volunteer help because of “liability” issues.

Further research indicates that “homeless” issues have been at the “crisis” point for years in Arcata.
The Arcata Endeavor has been helping the poor and homeless with food and “Extreme” weather shelter for over 32 years but the City would rather have them relocate because of the problems they cite as public health and safety as well as nuisance issues. The city apparently feels that if the “Endeavor” would go away the homeless would also.


I think that the community needs to be more understanding and compassionate and perhaps the City of Arcata should use the “Hand up hand out” approach to see who is truly homeless and who are just choosing to make it a life style.

On April 9 I attended a conference on Poverty and Homelessness at the Arcata Community Center. When I walked in I noticed a young man sitting in the back of the auditorium near the door with his back pack. He had a cloth head cover and a dark bushy beard with a tubular braided section in the center below his chin about a foot long. He appeared to be dozing in and out as he sat there and responded when I said good morning to him.

At the first break I went back and sat down next to him and started a conversation. Bret was apparently the only "homeless" person there and was very articulate.

He told me many things but mainly that he prefers to live outside because he doesn't like the toxic chemicals that are in most homes. He spoke of how the chemicals come from the carpets and noted that they are a culprit in destroying the ozone.

Until recently when he was banned from HSU campus for loitering after hours he liked to spend time in the library where he sometimes fell asleep. When that happened he would be told to leave while others (students) who also slept were not bothered.

He was ticketed recently for sleeping in public and was told by the judge that he would have to do community service.

During our conversation a lady who works with the homeless came over and said "hello Bret I want you to know that you will get 5 hrs.toward your community service obligation for attending the conference today".

When she left Bret told me that he comes down to the Community center often to use their restrooms and wash. He just came in to get warm on this day.

Bret is an Eagle scout but says his parents pressured him into the program. The best thing he liked about it was the summer camps which got him outdoors and away from home.
I invited him to eat during the lunch hour and he noted that the food was much better than the food provided locally for the homeless and poor. His plate was filled to the brim but he ate it slowly as he talked to me about his diagnosis as a "paranoid schizophrenic".



Some of the homeless that hang out around the Arcata Plaza have mental issues.

I've learned many things about homelessness and realize
that it is a very complex issue of which I have barely scratched the surface. In todays economic environment homelessness will only get worse if society doesn't join together to solve the many issues.

Monday, August 31, 2009

From the journal of an ole cantankerous codger

It’s been a while since my last blog. To be honest I have not been very motivated to write during the last 5 months because there have been other priorities.
First we finally sold our home in SW Washington during a period when the prospects were grim. The market in Clark county was saturated with about 40% of homes in foreclosure forcing us to get realistic and drop the price dramatically to even have a serious chance.

During that period we were looking for a new home and had initially made an offer on a home in McKinleyville. In retrospect it was good that the deal fell through.

The house that we were fortunate to find is perched on a ridge only 4.5 miles from the pacific coast in an area that was once graced by old growth redwoods.
The area was logged at the turn of the last century and today large stumps (some 12 feet in diameter) remain as monuments with second and third growth Redwoods growing from them. These giant monuments blackened by fire are testimony to their resilience and persistence.
Our home on a sometimes windy ridge in Fieldbrook, California

In the meantime I was concerned about my mother who has been in slow decline due to her age and condition. Driving down to help her for up to a week at a time and seeing her struggle with pain caused by multiple compression fractures in her spine due to osteoporosis was difficult.




This photo was taken of her last spring just weeks before she could no longer get out of bed on her own.


I recently had to make the toughest decision in my life when it was obvious that she could no longer live alone. I spent a day checking out the options and placed her in a convalescent facility in Santa Rosa where she is close to family and friends.

Now there is no doubt in my mind that I made the right decision because I have observed a positive change in her. The people caring for her at Creekside Convalescent and Rehabilitation have been nothing short of compassionate, respectful and conscientious. My mother likes them and has not mentioned a word about going home. I am now relieved knowing that she is in good hands 24 hours a day.

In the meantime we went through the moving process yet another time all the while my right arm incapacitated by what I would soon find out was worse than expected upon initial diagnosis. Finally after 6 months from the initial injury to my shoulder I now know why I have been in constant pain.

When I eventually found a Orthopedic surgeon (John LeBlanc),in Arcata he recommended surgery after an MRI showed a 5mm tear in the supraspinatus muscle (rotator cuff).

I decided to opt for physical therapy to avoid having my arm in a sling for 8 weeks and being unable to do much of anything which I knew would make me even more cantankerous.

Unfortunately my fate was sealed on the day I fell while outside on uneven terrain exploring potential camera trap sites. The physical therapy had improved my range of motion nearly 75% and I felt that I would eventually cast a fly line, golf and chop wood again.

After the fall I could not even lift my arm so there was no other option but to have the surgery.

The surgery took place on July 15 and lasted over 4 hours because when the surgeon got into the injured site he found that the fall had torn the entire Supraspinatus muscle/Tendon and it had retracted.

The physical therapy has been no picnic but then you know what they say “no pain no gain”! So each day I must extend the arm to at least 90 degrees to prevent the arm from “freezing” thus making the prognosis limited.


When my arm was in a sling I noticed how people tried to help and one person came over and helped me put items in the back of my pickup and referred to me as “sir”. I thought maybe I should hang on to this sling for awhile because I don’t get that kind of sympathy at home. Just kidding of course because my wife has
Always been very helpful and compassionate.

My problems were not over after the surgery because the pain medication (Norco) that was prescribed caused severe side effects. Without the medication for the first month the pain would have been unbearable but after about 6 weeks I began taking only 2 per day instead of one every 4 hours. I was extremely constipated, lethargic, depressed and woke up in the early hours with back pain that felt like a truck ran over me.

Upon researching the drug I learned that it is essentially "Vicodin on steroids".

If one checks the internet there is much anecdotal information on Norco withdrawal problems and it’s addictiveness.

It was then that I stopped taking the drug “cold turkey” and the first night was the beginning of two weeks of very uncomfortable withdrawals.

The symptoms included night sweats, extreme insomnia, restlessness, agitation, pain, involuntary leg movements and listlessness the following day.

I feel better now but my once active body is rusting away and all of the aches and pains of aging are magnified more than ever.

Over the 9 1/2 months since my initial shoulder injury my muscles have atrophied and my strength diminished.

The condition made it necessary to hire a young man to help with weeding and mulching, staining the deck rails,cleaning the roof and drains.

I was fortunate to find a great person Mark O'Hare an Eagle Scout from New Jersey who is also a musician and plays in a local group called "Papa Houli and the Fleas."

He and his friend Rebecca also a musician (Steel drums) and part of the group have helped me greatly.


I have been getting out for limited periods to work in the yard caring for the garden and pond and planting new plants and generally improving our beautiful Zen garden.



We have enjoyed very much letting our two indoor cats wander in our fenced garden watching them chase grasshoppers, butterflies, chipmunks, and birds.

Now they are spoiled and everyday follow me around to tell me they want to play outside.

I am fortunate to have two wonderful cats and a wife who know me and my sometimes cantankerous moods but love me anyway.


Wednesday, April 22, 2009

"Four Twenty" in Arcata

It was a beautiful day in Humboldt County with clear blue skies and temperatures in the low 70’s.

On April 20 I observed hundreds of people walking, some with backpacks headed up the hill toward the Community Redwood Park in Arcata. Where was everyone going I wondered? My curiosity got the best of me so I headed up to the park.

I drove around near the park and realized that getting a parking place would be like winning the lottery. I eventually parked downtown a mile away and walked up the hill which I thought would be good exercise and it was.

A policeman parked along the sidewalk with his window opened gave me an opportunity to ask him what was going on up in the park.
He said that there was an “unsanctioned activity with very large numbers of people and the only services provided are the city police.”

I found out later that there was one portable latrine and no food being sold and the folks selling bottled water for $1.00 were doing it illegally.


Entering the park was like night and day from the sunny house lined streets to the fern lined winding trail leading to a large grassy open area.

I could hear the drum beats and the increasingly louder murmur of people who had gathered there to celebrate this unforgettable occasion.

The annual Cannabis Festival attracted people young and old,from far and near and it brought back memories of a similar event that I experienced in Golden Gate Park, San Francisco in 1967 called the “Human Be in”.
The S.F. event was more spectacular with 100,000 in attendance. The Grateful Dead appeared there along with Timothy Leary and Allen Ginsberg.



Over a thousand gathered in Redwood park, Arcata CA. Photographer Nick Nichols on ladder in the center of the crowd. (above person with red shirt.) CLICK ON PHOTOS TO ENLARGE.

The distinctive odor of “grass” wafted through the smoke filled air giving new meaning to “second hand” smoke.


I worked my way to the center of the activity where the bongo drummers and dancers were entertaining the crowd.
The beat was infectious but the crowd was mostly subdued, laid back, and the majority were stoned.



The dancers had endless energy with free and extemporaneous motion for over an hour without a break.




A person in a Redwood Tree Costume moving to the beat of the music paused for a moment to pose with a pipe smoker.
A guy in a “zone” dancing wildly in his underwear and a young girl and a old codger each with moves that flowed freely to the cadence of the drums.


A couple of people asked me what I was going to do with the photos and I told them that they didn’t have to worry because they definitely wouldn’t be on the cover of National Geographic Magazine.


Little did I know that the professional photographer I had been taking photos of while he covered the event was an award winning National Geographic Wildlife Photographer named Michael "Nick" Nichols. "http://michaelnicknichols.com/">/a>




He told me that his photos would appear in the October issue of the magazine in an article on the Redwoods. I followed Nick for awhile photographing him during his relentless pursuit of that special moment for people all over the world to see.



This guy was feeling the scene and posing for the camera.


Meanwhile the local police were keeping the peace!

My guess is that they had nothing better to do and happy that it was a peaceful event. Having said that, I would add that they were very effective in controlling those that were inebriated before they arrived and thus prevented a unfavorable disruption of this otherwise peaceful event.

Nick Nichols (Kneeling below)continued his quest for that memorable shot from a different angle.


It was a "people watchers" dream featuring a wide range of folks making a statement with their appearance.

"Four Twenty was a unique cultural event that I was glad to have made the effort to experience and document.
Nick Nichols checking his photos on one of his Canon Digital SLR cameras.
Perhaps one day when the people of California realize the tax benefits that would come with the legalization of Marijuana this event will become "sanctioned" by the city. Vendors could then sell art,food,juice,tea and water.

Monday, April 6, 2009

One of the benefits of my career

I was privileged during my career to have the opportunity to work with and guide young students and volunteers at the UC Davis (California) Raptor Center in the 80’s and early 90’s.

Some of them have gone on to distinguished careers in Raptor Biology, Veterinary Medicine, Education, National Park Rangers and administration, etc.

Recently my wife and I attended the Redwood Region Audubon chapter’s annual banquet in Arcata. It was a reunion with one of the Raptor Center's “Outstanding Volunteers of the Year," who was the guest speaker at the banquet.
I had not seen him since the early 90’s shortly after my retirement when I was invited to give a talk at the center on owls. He honored me then by driving up from S.F. to be there.

When he saw me at the Audubon banquet, I was greeted not unlike a father and son who had been separated for 18 years. A total of 3 enthusiastic and very sincere “Bear" hugs from a person who would make any man proud to be his father.

Allen Fish has been Director of the Golden Gate Raptor Observatory(GGRO)since he graduated in the early 80's.

He has taught hundreds of volunteers in the intricacies of Hawk identification in flight and developed the program at GGRO www.ggro.org to the prominence that it deserves today.

His talk on the value of Raptor migration counts and summary of the results over nearly 25 years was informative, humorous and never dull.

Allen’s knowledge of Raptor migration and biology earned him an opportunity to teach a course in Raptor Biology at UC Davis. After hearing him talk I wished that I was a student again taking his course.

I felt proud knowing that I may have had a small part in sparking a young man’s passion for Raptors that led to such an outstanding career.
It was an honor to see him again and meet his great family for the first time.

(A photo of Allen in his younger days at the Raptor Center will be published here at a later time.)