​Friday, 12:25 PM – Monroe, Georgia. ​Although it was a chilly 43 degrees with biting winds, I couldn’t sit stir-crazy in my office chair any longer, especially seeing a beautiful blue sky shimmering off the small wind-driven waves on the pond.  The Hooded Mergansers (Lophodytes cucullatus) were finally there on a sunny day. It seems that every time I’ve tried to photograph them, they are sitting on the pond on overcast days. 

I went out to stealthily sneak up on the Mergansers. Unlike city park Mallards, these little ducks are so skittish and quickly paddle or fly to the opposite side of the pond whenever any person, car or truck passes by. I decided to sit and hope a passing public works vehicle on the opposite side would push them my way.
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While crouched in a shady spot and waiting for the keen-eyed guys to forget about me, I saw a hawk fly into a snag on the far end of the pond. A moment later, I saw a second hawk catching a draft on the 20 mile-per-hour winds.  I focused my 300mm lens on the hawk in the air. The short tail and streaked belly- band let me know I was watching a Red-tailed Hawk (Buteo jamaicensis). It was awe inspiring how this bird drove face first into the cold wind.  He was soaring and occasionally flapping his wings, but stayed perfectly in one spot in the sky. For 48 seconds I kept my camera still and without panning or moving, the hawk stayed within the focus grid of my camera. 

After the brief ride on the wind, he dove and then cut a sharp curve toward the snag at the opposite end of the pond where the other hawk was perched. I watched in amazement. Instead of perching on a limb next to the other hawk, he perched on the other hawk and stayed for about 8 to 12 seconds. 

​Though most sources state breeding doesn't begin until March, and mating usually follows aerial courtship displays, I’m pretty sure about what I witnessed. It certainly wasn’t a violent attack meant to drive an adversary away, as both proceeded to sit perched near each other for another five minutes or so. Both flew off as I invaded their privacy and neared the base of the tree for a better photo.  
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Satisfied I had cured my cabin fever for the moment, the biting wind drove me back into my office. Once again, the crafty little Mergansers managed to avoid a sunny day close-up photo! But at least they drew me out of my office to witness this Red-tailed pair obeying the command of their Creator! 

Brasstown Bald two Mondays ago; Hard Labor Creek this past Saturday; Sandy Creek hike Sunday. I am so desiring for an extended hiking and camping trip. What I love is getting out in God’s world: no TV’s, no Nintendo DS, no radio commercials, NO SCREENS! I could have cared less about the Super Bowl as we hiked.

Small ideas of outdoor devotionals and children’s church lessons come into mind as we are hiking. Yes, this world is not our home, but while we are here is it not better to enjoy God’s creation more than man’s inventions?
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Even getting outdoors door-to-door for outreach is so enjoyable. Amanda and I lead a small group in an older neighborhood of mature trees sporting hosts of woodpeckers and other birds. Amanda’s friend Gabrielle was first to excitedly point out a Red-tailed Hawk. 

​January 31, 2013. Thursday, 5:27 PM – Watkinsville, Georgia.  Winter is a great time to spot hawks. There are far fewer leaves on the trees and fewer other birds around, making the larger perched beauties easier to see. Now that the daylight hours are lengthening, my monotonous drive home is getting a bit more entertaining by watching for wildlife. While passing the Athens Seed Co. in Watkinsville, as I do each day, I was searching the tree line. 

Being a birdseed company, there are always plenty of doves and pigeons waiting in the surrounding trees anticipating quitting time and the exodus of the employees in order to alight upon and eat up whatever was spilled throughout the day.  And on occasion, I’ve spotted a hawk nearby, perhaps waiting to alight upon and eat up the seed-seeking doves. But I never was able to get in a good Athens Seed Co. hawk photo. 

As I rounded the curve of Depot Street, I saw the larger, erect bird in the tree and slowed to a halt.  A hawk! And perfectly poised for a photo. Judging by the long, banded tail, I initially thought I was shooting a Red-shouldered Hawk. But as I positioned the car under the gorgeous bird, the belly streaking was odd. Was it a juvenile Red-shouldered? Or something else?  I got in a few good photos before it flew off. ​

​The next morning, hoping for a new Life List photo, I examined my shots. Long tail… bands on the tail… but wait, it is a really long tail, and rounded on the edges. Hmmm, a clue.  And the belly pattern… it wasn’t rusty bands like the Red-shouldered’s markings. It was more streaked, like a Red-tailed Hawk’s… though more up on the chest and not across the belly. And the long, banded tail couldn’t possibly be that of the stubby Red-tail. 

​I grabbed Wheeler’s Photographic Guide to North American Raptors.  “Best field marks are large square head when hackles are raised, then showing eye closer to beak than nape, stout legs, rounded tail (outer tail feathers are noticeably shorter than central ones) with a wide white band on the tip.” That’s it! But just to be sure, I emailed the photos to the Oconee Rivers Audubon Society president, and this was my reply: “You're absolutely right, it's a Cooper's! The long tail is an excellent clue for separating the accipter hawks (Cooper's and Sharp-shinned) from the buteos (Red-tailed, Red-shouldered). The brown upperparts and vertical breast streaking make this a young bird. Great photos!” A new one on the Life List!  

​Monday, 9:54 AM - Latitude: N 34.870200, Longitude: W 83.810200. 

​There’s something about standing upon a mountain. For some it may be a sense of conquering the world; for others, a way to meet with God. But there is something special about a mountain. It was on a mountain that God met with Moses in the burning bush; it was on a mountain that Jehovah spoke to the children of Israel; it was on a mountain that David desired to build the Temple of God; it was on a mountain that God spoke with Elijah in the still small voice; it was on a mountain that Christ was transfigured before the disciples. 

My choice to head to Brasstown Bald wasn’t spiritual, but just a matter of looking for a fun day-trip to get out in God’s creation. And why not a mountain? Brasstown Bald is the highest peak in Georgia at 4,784 feet. A parking lot near the top and paved path to the summit make it an easy family hike rather than a daunting explorer’s climb. Being off on Martin Luther King Jr. Day, we decided to make the trip. Reading one website that suggested bringing a jacket to the breezy summit even in summer should have tipped us off for what was in store.

Being January, it was cold.  Not as cold as it could be, but it was 41 degrees when leaving the house. We made the near two-hour drive, at one point passing a group of dark-brown, winter-coated does and fawns. As we passed through Helen, the temperature was near 45 degrees. The last few miles were somewhat nauseating switchbacks up into the North Georgia Mountains. And as we climbed the road up the Bald, the dashboard thermometer continued to drop until it steadied in the parking lot at 37 degrees.

​As soon as we opened the doors, a great and strong wind blew through the car. And perhaps the thought “why are we here?” blew into our minds. Although the Lord might not be in the wind, the roar was just as impressive. Being on a high peak looking out over miles and miles, you could hear waves of wind bursts roaring like invisible clouds over the peaks and valleys. And it was cold; windy cold; clothing-piercing cold. In fact, “due to subzero temperatures” (from a sign posted on the locked lavatory doors) the mountaintop facilities were closed. But we climbed nonetheless.  

As we left the exposed parking lot with the wind ripping across it and entered the tree-lined path to the summit, the cutting edge of the wind was dulled. The girls had fun finding icicles hanging off the small rock outcrop ledges near the path’s edge. The paved trail was a mere sixth-tenths of a mile, but with the 18 pound pack on my back, I admit I was left a bit breathless (but blamed it on the altitude). Upon reaching the top, we climbed the partially ice covered steps to the top of the lookout platform for the view. 
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What a gorgeous sight, looking far into the distance. Perhaps it  is the view that draws man to the mountain? From the summit, we can see further than our normal sea-level view allows. And perhaps we can better appreciate our God’s ability to look far into the future, and even the past, from His vantage point seated in the heavens. For Him, no future is too distant to see; nothing is out of His sight. 

​January 19, 2013 – mostly sunny after several days of rain. Low 30 degrees warmed into the mid50’s by the afternoon. Amanda and I returned to the quiet little waterfowl refuge I had found in a Georgia Wildlife Viewing Guide. Its name, Dyar Pasture, is quite fitting. Riding down country roads past cow field after cow field, there pops up an easily missed M.A.R.S.H. Project sign at the entrance of yet another pasture. Turning in, tires rumbling over a cattle guard, two gravel ruts pass directly through an active pasture complete with cow patties to steer around and the occasional inquisitive cow staring in your car windows. Passing through the pasture and over the cattle guards is a small parking area.
 
Walking down to the floating dock at the boat ramp, other than one basking turtle, the impound and the river were rather deserted. Leaving the observation platform on the east side of the impound, we walked North West beyond the trail end out onto the soggy ground of the impound.
 
A few startled ducks startled us as they whistled swiftly from hiding places in nearby scrub. Despite the relative inactivity, several creatures were quite busy all the preceding evening coating all the vegetation in cotton candy webs without any specific form or structure. It was as if someone was a little late in taking down those phony patches of Halloween cobwebs. As we looped around to head back to the car, our attention was grabbed by flitting birds clinging to the sides of tree after tree. A Downy Woodpecker and a Yellow Bellied Sapsucker were quite busy knocking out their niche in the refuge. 

​1/4/13 – a Red-shouldered Hawk flew down right in front of my vehicle on S. Madison Avenue. It swooped down and grabbed a road kill squirrel from off the yellow line. His flight was much more laborious after picking up the squirrel as he was pursued by two cackling crows.

1/12/13 – Saturday, 10:45 AM; a feasting crew of about 15 Black Vultures huddled over a deer carcass along the road side in front of Whit Davis Elementary.
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1/13/13 – 8:45 AM; a quick, small Red Fox darted in front of our car on Indian Hills Road on the way to open the church for Sunday morning service. I am so itching to go on an extended hiking trip. Backpack, bags, mats, gear all slowly purchased. But when? I have been a tad depressed because my plans to get away seem to be turning to dreams that will never be achieved. With all the duties and responsibilities of life, how can I really check out and go? Before I know it, Amanda will be grown, her interests will change, and I’ll lose my outdoor partner. So, my opinion as I write: all else aside, I don’t care, I’m going on an AT hike in May for my 40th birthday. I’m going! This desire to hike is fueling my diet and exercise. If I cast off my hiking dream, then I’ll probably go back to sedentary unhealthiness. 

“THIS WORLD – including its natural wonders – gives us foretastes and glimpses of the next world. Every joy on earth is an inkling, a whisper of greater joy. The Grand Canyon, the Alps, the Amazon rain forests, the Serengeti Plain – these are rough sketches of the New Earth. One day we may say, ‘The best parts of the old world were sneak previews of this one.’ All our lives we’ve been dreaming of the New Earth. Whenever we see beauty in water, wind, flower, deer, man, woman, or child, we catch a glimpse of heaven. Just like the Garden of Eden, the New Earth will be a place of sensory delight; breathtaking beauty, satisfying relationships, and personal joy. God poured Himself, His creativity, and His love into making Eden for His creatures. But at that time, that’s all we were: His creatures, His image-bearers. Now that we are both His children and His bride, chosen out of the human race to live with Him forever, would we expect more or less than Eden?”  - Randy Alcorn, Heaven
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On the way home I saw 3 crows hopping around focused on one spot on the ground. One jumped in, picked up and immediately dropped a long black ribbon. A Mockingbird threw in a dive and I immediately recognized the way of birds and snakes.
 
Throwing the car into reverse, the crows backed off and I could see a long, slender, 2 foot black snake with a solid white belly.  A Black Racer. Since I saw him move, knowing he wasn’t dead, we jumped out of the car. Yes, it’s the way of nature, but my bias falls on the side of the reptile. Poor guy comes out on a December day, probably not to eat a bird or egg, but just to gather a little warmth. I wanted to free him from his cackling bullies. On closer look, blood was coming from his mouth and several spots along the body were torn open. Since I saw he could not be saved and was near lifeless, I decided to let nature have its course and leave him to their meal. They cannot be blamed either, for they knew he was the foe of their innocent babies in the nest, even in the eggs. 

We can create a watch, but God has created an entire universe; a perfect chronometer, the cogs of gravity spinning the wheels of orbits in perfect precision. Glory to God! 

John Muir wrote in Travels in Alaska: “The care laden commercial lives we lead close our eyes to the operations of God as a workman, though openly carried on, that all who will look may see.”  (chapter 15)

Watching the Gemenid meteor shower. Here again is depicted the grace of God: huge stones are hurtling toward earth, yet the atmosphere is so perfectly designed by Him to burn them up before reaching the surface and leveling a patch of civilization. What if the atmosphere were only slightly thinner? BOOM! And ignorant man… ignorant of his peril, and equally ignorant of God's wonders and grace, goes about his day not even knowing that the beauty of a meteor showing is playing out in the heavens above. Much less knowing its significance.

​What a pleasure! Two Texas trips in one year. Thanksgiving is our usual and most favorite times to visit my folks in Driftwood, Texas. This trip I brought my camera and had the intent of getting out there for wildlife photography as much as possible. It paid off! 

​A brief exploration on our trail that Amanda and I cleared through the green space in our neighborhood revealed some fresh deer scrapes and rubs on saplings. There was also a large deer track in the nearby mud. Near the fox den at the bend of the creek we discovered fresh scat and loose dirt recently pushed out of the den. Up on the wide path through the pine clearing we found coyote scat and tracks, making a plaster cast for our collection. 

6:08 AM - While on the way to prayer meeting, a large antlered buck ran out in front of my car on Indian Hills Road in Athens, near the Eaton plant. It came out from the wood line toward the road, then turned and ran nearly alongside my car for about 25 feet, then turned back to its right and darted back into the woods from where it emerged.   

7:45 AM - spotted a roadkill coyote laying just east of Simms Paving on Highway 78 at Bradley Gin Road. Too damaged to retrieve for skin or skull.

God has revealed Himself in nature, in the Scriptures, and in the person of His Son. But ​where are the Christians who see nature the way William Bartram saw it? Even A.W. Tozer chided: “The idea that God reveals Himself in the creation is not held with much vigor by modern Christains” (Knowledge of the Holy, p 13).

​The theories of Darwin have robbed us, along with the modern environmental movement which crosses the boundary into idolatrous nature worship, and have made Christians afraid to admire and write admiringly about this “glorious apartment of the boundless palace of the Sovereign Creator” as pre-Darwinian men like Bartram once did. 

Although many Christians do not regard the wonders of Creation, Tozer continues, “...it is, nevertheless, set forth in inspired Word, especially in the writings of David and Isaiah… ‘the heavens declare thy glory, Lord, in every star thy wisdom shines'…”.
 
Why should we fear to publish our love and admiration for nature, His creation, with its “infinite variety of animated scenes, inexpressibly beautiful and pleasing, [and] equally free to the inspection and enjoyment of His creatures”? (Bartram, Travels, page 13).

Friday, 7:43 AM – ​The fall roadsides frequently paint the picture that it was a tough night for the White-tailed Deer (Odocoileus virginianus). With the disappearance of wolves and large cats from the landscape, the deer’s only predator has become man, whether behind a rifle or behind a steering wheel. Over the last few weeks, I’ve spied several carcasses making wintertime fodder for the hosts of Black Vultures and Turkey Vultures now populating the countryside. Always interested in what I might find, I constantly scan the roadsides, but usually have no plans of stopping unless I see an antlered skull to add to my collection. 
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Nearing the end of my 40-minute early morning drive to work, I spied a large brown body laying in the median near the truck stop on Highway 78… and there were antlers! I made a quick u-turn to verify, and then sped off to my office to get a pick up truck.  

DOA deer with antlers always disappear quickly here in Georgia. A few weeks ago a nice 6-point buck got his back leg hung up while jumping a wrought-iron fence. He was hanging face down, but was still alive. Before the police officer could arrive to end his suffering, there was already a small crowd of spectators waiting in line hoping to get some venison or a nice display rack. So I didn’t have much hope this buck would still be waiting on me in the median when I returned. 

Getting back and pulling up closer to the scene, I saw a large Fed-Ex 18-wheeler pulled over to the side and the driver standing in the median taking pictures. I thought for sure my deer would be taken from before my very eyes. “Are you gonna take him, or just takin’ pictures?” I asked. He saw the Animal Control decal on the side of the truck and assumed I was the authority sent to remove the carcass. “I’m the one that hit him!” he declared. “I came up through here last night around nine-thirty and he came out of nowhere.  That’s my bumper over there”, he exclaimed pointing about 30 yards down the road. “Knocked his antler clean off and he left a good dent in my grill.” 

Looking closer at the deer, I saw what must have been a head-on collision had indeed broken one antler off his head right at the skull, reducing him to a two-point buck. Searching the median and roadside, the broken antler was nowhere to be found. It was either knocked clear back into the woods, or had been picked up by another motorist who passed by earlier than me.  His missing antler was most likely the reason he wasn’t already carted off in another country boy’s pickup truck. After helping the driver carry his bumper back to his truck, I figured, “Why not?” and with the assistance of the package handler, loaded him up to get a one-antlered display skull. 

After a few months of allowing nature’s taxidermists to clean the skull, I retrieved it from my cache in the woods and began the final cleaning.  I was amazed to see the damage from this head-on collision. The zygomatic arch under the eye on same side as the missing antler was broken in pieces. In fact, the upper and lower jawbones on that side of the skull were completely shattered. He had taken on that entire big rig with the right side of his face! 

As I sat gluing on the back of his skull, which had also been broken off in the impact, I began to contemplate. I fully understand that deer don’t have the full range of thought that we have, but I wondered what he was thinking as the darted across the highway in front of that truck. Was he too sure of himself and his fleet-footed speed? “I can outrun it! It will never catch me!” Was he an overconfident young buck disproportionately proud of new rack? “I can face this thing head on!” Did he lack fear and the realization of just what exactly this semi-truck  could do? “It won’t hurt me.” Or did he simply misjudge the timing and make a foolish mistake? Whatever his reasoning, the consequences were fatal. 

How many of us, with full capacity of thought and judgment, and with a host of examples of the fatal collisions of others before us, still make foolish decisions? How many people’s lives are wrecked by sin as they boast, “It will never catch up to me. I can outrun it. I can take on this thing!” But in the end, there’s the fatal, traumatic impact upon life that always occurs. 
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The crowning majesty of a deer is his rack. This young buck’s glory was broken by a lack of judgment. His skull now hangs in my office. Seeing his clearly lopsided visage, all who enter ask astonished, “What happened to him?” The sole antler sticking out the left side of his now imbalanced looking skull is a testimony to an imbalanced decision. How many people, by lack of proper judgment, end up in traumatic situations? Physical death may not always occur immediately, but the road of sin leads only one place: “In the day thou eastest thereof, thou shalt surely die.” (Genesis 2:17)  Even if we are confident that we can outrun it, or proudly think we can face it head on, or poorly judge the outcome, a head-on collision with sin has only one result, and the glory with which God has crowned man is broken, leaving the testimony of wrecked lives evident to all.  So teach me, God, “good judgment and knowledge.”