​November 11, 2012, 8:45 PM - Amanda spotted 3 deer crossing from a neighbor’s yard; 1 doe and 2 fawns. They slowly sauntered across the road, hooves clicking on asphalt, before disappearing in the wood line two houses down. These are most likely the family we frequently see in our area, though now grown bigger and browner. 

​November 3, 2012 - on a drive south to the Rock Ranch in Thomaston, GA saw
- 3 roadkill raccoons
- 1 roadkill bobcat
- 1 roadkill deer

​At sunset on the drive home, beautiful golden rays and shadows casting across the landscape, we passed 2 Red-tailed Hawks along the way sitting on pasture fences. One smaller hawk, either a Coopers or Sharp-shinned, flew swiftly in front of our vehicle. At almost dusk, while crossing over a bridged creek near Monticello, a Great Blue Heron flew up from the creek, over the road, and curved around back down into the cover of the trees. 

​With the time change, this first week of November has placed my drive home in the golden hours of dusk. Now it looks like fall! The reds of the sumac and dogwoods absolutely glow. The orange sunlight gives even the yellows a beautiful, deep golden radiance. Truly, it “looks” like fall, even if the temperatures, still going above 70 degrees, feel like a lingering summer. 

​Amicalola Falls State Park Lodge is a Georgia state park located in Dawsonville, Georgia. A spectacular, towering waterfall, the highest waterfall in Georgia can be viewed from above and below or by climbing a hiking trail of hundreds of steps; an exhilarating day hike! Appalachian Trail hikers begin their journey at Amicalola Falls on the access trail to Springer Mountain. The park has a campground, and access to the eco-friendly Len Foote Hike Inn.

​Tallulah Gorge is a State Park in North Georgia. The Tallulah River cuts through the 1,000 foot deep Gorge and contains several waterfalls. Over 1000 steps lead down to a suspension bridge and lowest waterfall. It is a great day-hike location.  As we peered down into the gorge, a large White-tailed Deer buck swam across the river in the bottom of the canyon. 

​Genesis 2:15 “And the LORD God took the man, and put him in the garden of Eden to dress it and to keep it.”
 
The Hebrew word translated as “keep” has a wide range of meanings. In addition to keep (283 times), it is translated as observe (43 times). Therefore, ‘God put man in the garden to observe it.’ Yet our eyes remain fixed on so many other manmade distractions instead of admiringly observing His wonderful creation.  The Hebrew word is also translated as preserve (21 times). Thus, ‘God put man in the garden to preserve it’.  In the full range of meaning, could we say that man was placed in the garden and has a responsibility as stewards to preserve it? This is supported by the other renderings of the word as watching (7 times) and being a watchman (8 times) over the Earth that He has given to us as stewards. 

“We loiter in winter while it is already spring”. Henry David Thoreau, Walden.
 
Seasons.  They come; they go. Sometimes slowly; sometimes rapidly and unexpected. Some of the leaves have started to turn. I noticed last week a yellowing of the Sweetgum leaves and of the Black Cherry Tree. “All of the sudden” the days have shortened. The morning hours are dark; the evening light wanes more quickly after dinner. Have they days grown shorter “all of a sudden”; or is it gradual? 
 
Life moves in seasons. There are seasons of life we face in the natural come and go. Some bad, some good. But seasons always end.  Be prepared: the good seasons must come to an end. Be encouraged: the bad seasons will end.  Yes, there can be cold snaps in the warm season; but there are also occasional warm  breezes in a cold season. There are bad days in good times; and there are good days in bad times. But do seasons ever abruptly end? No. Sometimes we must bear a long, cold, hard season. Was Jesus abruptly pulled from His season of suffering? No. He endured. But when it turns to the good seasons, we must not dwell on the bad. 
 
God desires to move us from winter where darkness rules the majority of the day-cycle, where we spend what few hours of daylight provided retreating from the chilled wind into our dark … of solitude. Spring isn't just a season. For Thoreau, spring is a state of mind – a Walden state of mind. “We loiter in winter while it is already spring. In a pleasant spring morning, all men's sins are forgiven.” 

Touring a Civil War historical site and Georgia State Park not far from my home.  ​A. H. Stephens State Park, also known as A. H. Stevens Historic Park, is a 1,177 acres Georgia state park located in Crawfordville. The park is named for Alexander Hamilton Stephens, the Vice President of the Confederate States of America, and a former Georgia governor.The park contains Stephens' home, Liberty Hall, which has been fully restored to its original 1875 style. The park's museum houses one of Georgia's largest collections of Civil War artifacts. The park also offers several mill ponds for fishing and nature trails. (source: Wikipedia)

​On our way back from a marriage retreat with our church at the Biltmore Estate in Asheville, North Carolina, we stopped in Chimney Rock to climb and admire the views. Chimney Rock State Park is in Rutherford County, North Carolina in the United States. This beautiful park with an incredible 315 foot granite monolith is surrounded by breathtaking views and a popular day-hike destination. 

“Caw! Caw! Caw!”  The sound of the alarm broke the still afternoon air. It was a pleasant Labor Day afternoon. A passing rain shower had dropped the summer temperature about 8 degrees. It was humid, but what does that matter when the most strenuous activity planned is sitting on the front porch reading Bartram’s Travels. In the silence, I couldn’t help but hear the American Crows (Corvus brachyrhynchos) going at it. 

Crows are great for sounding the alarm to all other inhabitants, whether listening or not, that an oppressive adversary is near. Whenever I hear crows sounding alarm I take notice, knowing a wildlife photo-op may be materializing. If they sound the alarm in the in the air, there is normally a hawk nearby; if sounding the alarm on the ground, there’s a snake. I have even read the account of one 19th century naturalist on the trail of some game when he was alerted to danger by crows. While stalking his prey, the overhead alarms alerted him that he himself was predator turned prey. A Mountain Lion (Felis concolor) was tracking him as stealthily as he was his game. 

On this afternoon, two crows were sitting and cawing in the top of a tall, slender White Oak (Quercus alba) across the street. All of the White Oaks in our neighborhood have been affected by a blithe causing them to loose most of their foliage and lateral branches. Most stand as snags with bushy bundles of leaves near the trunk in their middle sections, leaving the top branches bare for perching birds and woodpecker activity. The calls of the two crows quickly drew in several more. Each new crow to arrive flew straight toward the oak, dove at the crown, then turned upward into a vertical climb of about twenty feet before settling back down to perch nearby and raise a racket. I discerned the arriving crows were dive-bombing some adversary hidden in the White Oak tree. But what foe deserved such a greeting?

I didn’t have to wait long. After the arrival of the eleventh dive-bombing crow, the oppressor emerged. Flying gracefully from the oak as if no crow were jaunting him, a Red-tailed Hawk (Buteo jamaicensis) took flight. His straight course southwest seemed undeterred by the loud, cajoling crows which all followed him in tow like a bunch of playground bullies. But the hawk, larger than his bullies, seemed unaffected and gave not the impression that it was the cackling crows that dislodged him from his perch. Nevertheless, the crows were quite satisfied that their calls of alarm had saved all from the enemy. 
 
Though I didn’t get any photos of this aerial battle, the scene was repeated a few weeks later on September 28, 2012. This time, the Nikon was in hand and the battle was close enough to document with my 300mm lens. 

​After being incessantly chased and harassed by the group of crows, one flying daringly close on his red-tailed end, the gorgeous Red-tailed Hawk, perhaps the same from the previous battle, perched again across from my house. While majestically poised on a perfect perch, the crows kept up the alarm for at least fifteen minutes. Unable to drive off their oppressor, the crows finally left the area. But a brave little Northern Mockingbird (Mimus polyglottos) flew up to throw in his few insults. 

Dyar Pasture Waterfowl Management Area - September 3, 2013

A walk in my neighborhood - September 3 and 10, 2012

​A few cool mornings had left the impression we were turning the corner of the dog days of Georgia summer to the cooler fall season. But the passing of Hurricane Isaac gave us another big dose of humidity. Nonetheless, we hiked. 

My daughter and I opted for the four-mile Cook’s Trail that runs between Sandy Creek Park and Nature Center in our hometown of Athens, Georgia. Though we set off early, the humidity had already peaked. Fifty-five percent humidity is just a statement of fact. But what was 55% humidity? The reality was a breezeless, sub-tropical, stifling wet blanket of air causing stickiness even between the fingers! Within a quarter mile my shirt was soaked and my mind was wondering how Georgia was settled in a time before air conditioning. 

​But on we pushed, happy to be outdoors. On the trail under the Highway 441 overpass there was the usual stampede of raccoon, opossum and deer tracks in the mud. They must gather each evening for real southern hoe-down. The tracks overlap so much, tracks on top of tracks, that getting a clean plaster cast is nearly impossible. 

​Passing on, and passing a not-so-timid squirrel, we came to another opening in the privet lined creek. As I approached the bank, a snake’s tail stirred a cloud of silt in the creek as he plunged off the bank below my feet. Knowing that the snake couldn’t hold his breath forever, we waited patiently. Sure enough, in a few minutes he stretched up from the mud like a long eel emerging from a coral reef until he broke the surface for a breath. He was totally attuned to our presence and barely sat a moment for a photograph. Off he sped in a blur of chocolate silt. 

As an added bonus to our 4 mile hike along Cook’s Trail, we took the one mile Oxbow Loop to see who stirred in the lily-pad-filled pond. On the marsh was a the usual Great Blue Heron. Also, alongside a Wood Duck hen was a visiting Little Blue Heron (immature white color phase) fishing stealthily over the water; his bright white plumage conspicuously dotted against the deep greens on the pond. 

The next two miles were hastily walked to meet up for a picnic with the rest of the family at the park. Besides some very large mushrooms, a busy Hairy Woodpecker, and a curious deer, the rest of the hike was passed without notable critter sightings. But this was a still quite a list of wildlife observations for one afternoon: 

• Common Snapping Turtle
• Redbellied watersnake
• Northern Cardinals
• Killdeer
• Great Blue Heron
• Little Blue Heron
• Wood Duck
• Pond Sliders
• Whitetailed Deer
• Raccoon scat
• Black Vultures
• A hawk's keeeeeer
• Downy Woodpecker
• Toads