Showing posts with label Local Wildlife. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Local Wildlife. Show all posts

Friday, March 3, 2017

Crab is the New Zucchini


At the end of summer here in Oregon, zucchini is incredibly abundant. No self-respecting farmers market vendor or store can sell it for any price because this prolific squash is growing like crazy in everyone’s garden. In fact, my brother-in-law tells the story of how in Joseph, Oregon, during late August, if you leave your car window open and unattended, there is a very good chance you will find zucchini in your car upon your return.

As a child, my father grew zucchini (and all types of squash) and my mother dutifully cooked it up in every conceivable way. It didn’t take this sharp, 5-year-old long to figure out that squash smothered in butter and brown sugar was still squash. Having only recently rediscovered my love for the vegetable some 50 years later, as it makes a delicious low carb alternative to pasta.

Long story short…enter the Winter of 2016 when Dungeness crab have been extremely plentiful on the Oregon Coast. An item that usually costs $20.99 per pound, if even available, is now selling for $3.00 per pound in Tillamook. Although the tourists are buying it up like crazy, there is still plenty to go around.

My son, living in the beautiful fishing village of Garibaldi, has been harvesting crab from the dock and giving me 12 to 16 every week. As much as I love crab, and have been cooking, freezing and otherwise preserving it for future meals, there is still a plentifully supply. 

Giving it away here is difficult as the locals are wise and have had enough themselves. My attempt to foist it on local contractors, friends and even business associates has met with a firm, “No, thanks.”

So let this serve as a warning to coastal residents and visitors…roll up your car windows, do not leave your bags unattended, and the children’s backpacks. As the warning signs read, “We cannot be held responsible for your belongings.”

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Pelican Poetry



'Twas the morning before Labor Day, when all thro' the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sandcastles danc'd in their heads,
And Bob in his 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a mid-summer's nap-
When out on the Bay there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a flock of pelicans, so close and so clear,
More rapid than eagles those pelicans they came,
And I whistled, and shouted, and wished I knew them by name.

Okay, I do get extremely excited when the pelicans arrive each September.  There is nothing more fun than watching them filling up at this bountiful buffet before completing their migration to points south.  The pelicans are so awkward and gregarious as they dive for food.  Sometimes they float along with the tide and nod as they go by, giving the impression they are simply good-natured visitors who stopped by for a long holiday.

And then in November as if they heard a whistle,
Away they will all fly, like the down of a thistle:
But then I’ll exclaim, as they wing out of sight-
Happy Trails to all, and to all a good flight!



Note:  Thanks to Clement C. Moore who helped with this poem and the returning pelicans for inspiration.


Saturday, July 5, 2014

Bunny Mama



In the roots of the tall alder tree in our yard, we found a bunny nest hidden by the surrounding grass.  Deep inside were five precious little creatures with their eyes closed but no mother rabbit.  Fearing that they had been orphaned by any number of local predators, we did a bit of research and learned the mother doesn't come around during the day so as not to attract said predators, but instead comes at night to nurse them.

One week later their eyes were open and they were still cuddled together in their warm nest.  They were mostly eyes and ears at that point.  No sign of mom.

Yesterday (five days later) they were scurrying about their hole under the tree roots but not about to come out.  Still no mother was in sight.

Early this morning, the Bunny Mama hopped out of the salal bushes and over to the nest.  She stood at the edge of the hole and peered in.  Apparently she was giving her kids either a last minute safety lecture or a "you can do it" inspirational speech.  Then she hopped away from the nest yet stayed close by eating clover.

Within minutes, the baby bunnies came bolting out of the nest straight into the brush, a blur of fur and ears.  After they made their escape out into the world, Bunny Mama hopped away too.  Nicely done, my lady, nicely done!

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Frequent Flyer

photo of a bald eagle in Netarts Oregon by Nancy Zavada

Here's the deal...I am not a fan of flying.  It's the long lines, chaotic airports, being "wanded," torturous seats, and generally, flying through the air at 38,000 feet in a small, steel tube.  It is a requirement of the work I do.  So I shut up, buckle up and go up in the air for hours at a time making the best of it.

If I were a bald eagle, my flying experience would be drastically different.  Easy take offs with only a minimum of squawking by the seagulls in Air Traffic Control, no security checkpoints, an abundance of room for my wing span and the ability to stop mid-flight for a fresh seafood snack.  

I wonder if he has free wi-fi?

 




Sunday, June 1, 2014

Saturday, May 3, 2014

Random Reasons to Smile

Seagull at Netarts Bay Oregon by Nancy Zavada


There is just something about this bird that makes me smile.  While he looks very serious and for good reason as bald eagles have been attacking his nesting area all day, I am just not buying it. 

I am sorry, Mr. Seagull, even with your "tough guy" face on, it's hard to believe you are ferocious with those pink, knobby knees.

Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Go With the Flow


"Change is constant...Here today, gone tomorrow...
The devil you know is better than the devil you don't."

The human ability to resist change is really quite amazing.  We fight like hell not to change the way we do things or see things or think about things.  "It has always been done that way," is often the first excuse that comes to mind. We want everything to stay status quo even if it isn't good for us.

Yet, if something devastating happens in our life, we humans also have an amazing ability to adapt to change.  You see Olympic athletes without limbs, people who have lost loved ones starting life anew, and those who have lost jobs in a bad economy have made career shifts which have made their lives even  better.

Walking down the beach, I was pondering the changes in my life the past few years.  Inwardly, I was alternately whining and patting myself on the back about my responses when I come upon a rock.  At low tide, it is out of the surf by twenty yards and at high tide, it is underwater by six feet.  

Attached to it's face are colonies of barnacles and mussels living harmoniously.  Their entire world changing drastically from being underwater breathing and feeding to being out in the sunny, open air prey to seabirds and tourists, all at the whim of the tides. Talk about change! Imagine a life where every few hours you go from feeder to food and then right back again as soon as you have adjusted.   

Believing I am at least as evolved as a barnacle, I've come to understand change is neither good or evil, it is just a fact of life. How willing am I to accept (even embrace) it and thrive under the new possibilities?  Thanks to this tiny sea life's lesson, it's time to go with the flow, literally.





Monday, February 3, 2014

The Eagle Has Landed

Photo of a bald eagle by Nancy Zavada

It's not every day a bald eagle lands on the beach next to you...but it should be!

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Fast Food

Up for a big breakfast, load the boat and off to the bay less than one mile away.

A couple of hours wrangling crab pots.

Back to dry land to start the water boiling filling the air with the delicious smell of bay leaves and herbs.

Just a few moments later....

  

Lunch is served!  

From the bottom of Netarts Bay to table in less than an hour.  The crab meat is incredibly sweet and doesn't even make it to a salad before being devoured.  I wouldn't live anywhere else.



Friday, September 20, 2013

Happy Hour at the Pelican Bar


After a long day of fishing, the pelicans hit the sand bar.  Friends gather, stories are told, and there is a little good-natured chasing of sea gulls.  The sun sets on another perfect day!

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Low Flyer

photo of bird over Netarts Bay Oregon by Nancy Zavada

This frequent flyer is heading south, perhaps for the winter.  His flight plan takes him over Netarts Bay toward Cape Lookout.  During his entire journey, he is never more than a foot over the water.  At several points, the tips of his wings dip into the bay.  Not missing a beat, he skims along the glassy surface.

Oh how I wish, I could share that experience!

Friday, June 7, 2013

One Too Many Vampire Movies


The group of preteen girls huddled together pointing at the cormorant.  They were so animated and talking excitedly.  Then the tallest one proclaimed with impeccable authority,  "That is a BAT."  They squealed some more and ran off.

Although tempted to follow them and correct their nature studies, I let them enjoy their Twilight fantasies a while longer.


Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Double Eagles

photo of bald eagles by Nancy Zavada

There I was lounging on the deck immersed in a good book.  I looked up from the mystery to see these two bald eagles perched in the tree above me.

It is at this point, I decide it would be prudent to move around a bit just in case they were discussing whether or not I would make a good meal.


Tuesday, May 28, 2013

Local Artist


A robin made this beautiful work of art, right in my backyard.  

The structural design, use of materials and intricate weave of this nest are astonishing.  
Especially if you consider, this mother bird doesn't even have hands!

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

The Peace of Wild Things


When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.

I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.
I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light.
For a time I rest in the grace of the world,
and I am free.

--Wendell Barry

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Nine Lives

Everyone on the Oregon Coast has a story to tell.   Luckily, the pace of coastal time makes it easy to sit and listen to them.  The crusty bunch of characters who share the land at the continent's edge have done a wide variety of things.  In our small area alone...

  • The realtor was the general store owner after retiring from a company "in the valley"
  • The mole trapper was a stone mason
  • The bartender was a school teacher
  • The home inspector organized motorcycle events in Bend while working in a grocery store
  • The breakfast diner's cook was in the "big house"
  • The plumber was a commercial fisherman in Alaska
  • The cable installer didn't really remember much about his past, but told the tale eloquently

Somehow or other, they have found their way to one of the most beautiful places on Earth.  It's not easy living here.  Making a living can be as daunting as the grey clouds in winter, but they adjust, learn a new skill and stay.   

It's all worth it when the sun comes out and the crab are swept in with the tide.  Business comes to a screeching halt and you'll find them seizing the day, leaving work behind and living the dream!

May we all be so lucky.



Saturday, January 26, 2013

Seagull Surveillance


Beware! As you enter the United States of America by crossing the bar into Tillamook Bay, there is an line of seagulls along the jetty.  These highly trained birds are suspiciously watching your every move. 

If you happened to throw a fish out of the boat though, they would instantly become your best friends.

Monday, January 21, 2013

Thanks for Keeping House

On this National Day of Service, I want to thank everyone who spent their valuable time today cleaning up our beaches.  It is so important to the wildlife, ocean, and ourselves to take care of our "home."




A special note of thanks to the coastal residents who, not only today, but everyday walk the sand picking up litter and disposing of it properly.  I am reminded of a sign I once saw at an elementary school...

Take care of yourself.
Take care of each other.
Take care of this place.


Friday, November 9, 2012

Waiting to Fly

photo of Blue Heron on the Nehalem River, Oregon

"Creativity is the Blue Heron within us waiting to fly; 
through her imagination, all things become possible."

--Nadia Janice Brown


Monday, October 15, 2012

MINE, MINE, MINE!


"Okay, Mildred, you keep a lookout while I gobble down this whole crab. 
 Then we will see if the tourists have any stale kettle corn for you.  How's that sound?"