The Car with the Harry Potter Scar

…It happened at Wind Cave National Park

Springtime along the Lookout Point Trail in Wind Cave National Park, South Dakota (photo taken in March 2009, and not reflective of current snowpack conditions).

When my husband Dan returned from his awesome cardio workout—a cross country ski through Cold Brook Canyon in Wind Cave National Park—he was dismayed to find our family’s efficient little Impreza disfigured by a hit and run. Bummer. When your car gets marred and messed-with by someone else, you expect them to do what’s honest and right…

Right?

But alas, there was no note on the dash. No address, no name, no…nothing. But despite this lack of forthrightness, he found plenty of clues as to what made the four-inch scratch, accompanied by about a three-eighths inch deep crease in the car’s metal.

Cold Brook Canyon is a gem of a trail situated in Wind Cave National Park. Following an old roadcut, in the summer it is a place for viewing such gems as lazuli buntings, rock and canyon wrens, numerous woodpeckers, Clark’s nutcrackers, swallows, eastern phoebes, and many other birds. The various seeps in the canyon provide habitat for reptiles and amphibians in the park, and, on one hiking occasion, we discovered an elk rack laying in a nearby drainage.

Skiing on Forest Service land in the Black Hills.

Wintertime in the Southern Black Hills oftentimes provides sporadic opportunities for cross country skiing. This year, we have been blessed with more white stuff than usual, so on this particular day, my husband decided to take advantage of this fact to get his heart pumping. He likes to brag that he’s put in around 50 ski days this winter so far (with a minimum of 30 minutes of actual ski time each episode). I like to brag right back that I’m at least at 75 ski days; there is a lot of Forest Service land in the Black Hills, and most are crisscrossed with logging roads—perfect for cross-country skiing (after you make your own tracks).

Because of their concern for damaging the park’s outstanding underground resources (Wind Cave), the park doesn’t salt their roads (they are worried about the chemicals seeping down and compromising cave resources). Consequently, any cars driving into the park function basically like salt blocks on wheels. Whenever a vehicle is parked for any length of time, bison and/or deer gravitate toward it and start licking the door panels, bumper, fenders—anywhere that might be splashed with salt.

Tongue-lick marks on the sides of the car.

Tasty.

And when several bison crowd around a single car, they tend to get a bit feisty to maintain their territory. Horns and head butts/swipes are common tactics used to tell competitors to back off.

And that’s what my husband speculates happened: a bison, crowded and annoyed by his buddies, tossed his head and, in the process scraped and dented our vehicle.

(Here’s the other part I didn’t tell you: when Dan returned to his car, there was a large male bison licking the car’s passenger side door. Bison are unpredictable; they can decide to lollygag in one place for hours on end. Dan didn’t have that kind of time, so he snuck over to the driver’s side, quickly opened the door, jumped in, put the car in reverse, and made a quick getaway. By then, people had driven into the parking lot and saw this entire ridiculous episode. They were laughing. I would be too, assuming everything went as planned).

Dan is 99% sure that our car’s damage was made by a bison.

But I know better. That lightning-shaped scar gives it away. The real culprit is…

Voldemort.

Of Cracker Jack and Flying Prizes

Having a bird feeder is like indulging in a box of Cracker Jack.

As a child, every once in a great while, my parents would treat us kids with a box of Cracker Jack. For those of you not in the know, Cracker Jack is a type of caramel/molasses-coated popcorn, into which is added peanuts coated with a sweet glaze. Now, I must admit, I just remember the Surprise Inside…Guess What’s Inside? label in blue and white on the outside of the Cracker Jack box. I can’t really recall any of the prizes. But at the time, the best part was the moment when I discovered the prize amidst the mass of caramel corn crowding my fingers: a little red-and-white-striped package about the size of a postage stamp.

Having a bird feeder is a bit like indulging in that box of sweetness; when you look out the window on a dreary gray day and see an entire flock of goldfinches lighting up the entire tube, your eyes savor and absorb the wondrous sight. And, in the Black Hills, the other “caramel corn” commonly visiting the bird feeder include white and red-breasted nuthatches, pine siskins, chickadees, and dark-eyed juncos. You enjoy watching the “peanuts”: the occasional blue jay, gray jay, hairy or downy woodpeckers stopping by, causing the feeder to swing from side to side as they wolf down one sunflower seed after the next.

And then that moment of excitement when you find the prize…

This strikingly-colored junco (above)—a bird like no other

Most dark-eyed juncos in the Black Hills are soot-colored birds that look like their bellies are dipped in snow, their wings lightly sprinkled with snowflakes. The bird in the top photo, however, is a zebra of different stripes.

According to the Cornell Lab of Ornithology, there are fifteen described races of dark-eyed juncos. These birds come in many different variations of color, but the following five are some of the more distinguishable ones: slate-colored, white-winged, Oregon, pink-sided, and gray-headed. The Oregon subspecies of dark-eyed junco is the most common one with a truly black head (vs. dark gray or light gray), but its wings tend toward brown than gray (unlike the bird in the photo, which has gray feathers). Perhaps the bird in the photo is a hybrid between Oregon and another subspecies, and touched with leucism?

The online Merriam Webster Dictionary defines leucism as an abnormal condition of reduced pigmentation affecting various animals (such as birds, mammals, and reptiles) that is marked by overall pale color or patches of reduced coloring and is caused by a genetic mutation which inhibits melanin and other pigments from being deposited in feathers, hair, or skin.

If a bird is affected by leucism, it will usually have paler or white feathers than other birds of the same species. This bird in the photo has a variety of things going on…there are patches of white where the feathers should be gray, or possibly black, which would support the leucism idea, but the bird in the top photo has pure black feathers on its crown plus gray feathers on its sides (the widespread gray is uncharacteristic of the Oregon subspecies), which suggests a possibly a hybrid amongst one or more of the junco subspecies…?

No matter what its genetic makeup, this dark-eyed junco is certainly a beautiful creature, a prize well beyond what I could hope to find in any box of snacks.

Wishing you joy as you go through your day, that you may find a delightful Surprise Inside.

…Who knows what it will be?

References

Dunn, J.L., and Alderfer, J., 2011. National Geographic Field Guide to the Birds of North America. National Geographic Society

The Cornell Lab of Ornithology. https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Dark-eyed_Junco/id

Merriam-Webster. https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/leucism

Rocky Mountain Arsenal Wildlife Refuge: A Getaway for the Urban-Challenged

Rocky Mountain Arsenal Wildlife Refuge has around ten miles of hiking trails to provide a fresh-air escape. Two of the trails, Lake Mary (.6 miles long) and Lake Ledora (1.8 miles long), feature sections of floating boardwalks which add interest to your walk; both trails offer up-close views of cattails and willows as they weave and sway in the wind.

The holidays brought us to the Denver area, where we visited family and took time each day to escape going to the wilder parts of the city. One amazing place is the Rocky Mountain Arsenal National Wildlife Refuge, a nearly 16,000 acre oasis in the midst of suburbia, where you can mine the quiet places in your mind and be still.

View from floating boardwalk on Lake Mary, where abnormally warm December temps have kept the ice thin. Chunks of ice atop the glassy surface are attributable to recreational ice breaking (a fun activity for kids and those who are kids-at-heart).

Geriatric black-footed ferrets (previously used in a captive-breeding program) are on display near the refuge’s visitor center. Wild versions of these members of the weasel-family love feasting on black-tailed prairie dogs and reside in the tunnels and homes of their prey.

Bison behind glass.

An eleven-mile loop around the refuge allows you to get up close and personal (from the safety of your car) to a small herd of bison that call the refuge home. These powerful animals can run up to 35 miles an hour.

Wreathe in the Holidays with a Natural Wreath for Under $5

Wreath-making is not just a craft for me; this is an opportunity to get outside and experience the forest surrounding the Black Hills in the wintertime: to hear the chatter of red squirrels, the electric zip of pine siskins, and listen to the see see see calls of ruby crowned kinglets foraging in the evergreens. Time seems to slow within the solitude, with the slow metronome crunch of one’s boots in the snow and the click click click of clippers nipping off the tips of Black Hills spruce trees.

One of my favorite aunts showed me how to make these wreaths, and ever since she’s taught me, I’ve been making wreaths practically every year. They make great gifts for teachers and friends, plus look great on your own front door.

Enjoy!

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Per recommendations from our one-year-old kitty Panther, cut-up boxes make great cat toys (especially if you put a pencil or other roly-poly objects inside).

Materials:

Roll of jute string

Pencil

Box cutter

Thumbtack

A large piece of cardboard (big enough to accommodate a 16-18″ wreath)

Shower curtain ring (to hang wreath)

Evergreen boughs cut approximately 10″ long

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This plastic sled-ful will make about one and a half 17″ wreaths.

Optional:

Pine or spruce cones

Hot glue gun

Floral Wire

Make the Wreath Form:

  1. Tie a pencil around the end of a piece of string and pin a thumbtack to the other end. Measure the radius of the wreath you want to make (I usually make somewhere between a 16-18″ wreath, so have about an 8-9″ length of string).
  2. Pin the end of the thumbtack into the center of the cardboard piece. While holding the thumbtack in place, pull the string taught and use the pencil draw a circle to form the outside perimeter of your wreath.
  3. Subtract 4 1/2 inches from the string’s length. Again, pin the thumbtack in the center of the cardboard box, draw the string tight, and use the pencil to draw the outline of an inner circle.
  4. Cut along the lines you drew…and wallah! you have a wreath form (hint: if you are making several wreaths, use this form as a template and trace its outline for the additional wreaths you’d like to make.
    Your circle doesn’t have to be perfect…the boughs will cover any imperfections in your cutting job.

Make the Wreath:

  1. Wrap the jute three or four times around the top of the wreath form and tie once or twice with a sturdy knot, leaving a little extra string (about three inches).
  2. Twine the jute around the cardboard wreath form (like you’re making the stripes of the candy cane; keep each “stripe” about 1-1/2″ apart.
  3. When you get back to the piece of extra string, tie both ends together.
  4. Your form should look like this:DSC02666
  5. Now the fun begins: starting at the top, tuck the largest stem of the evergreen boughs under the wrapped jute until you have about 6-8″ of evergreen exposed. I usually use about three boughs per stripe, but it depends on what type/size of evergreen you’re using.

  6. Progress from one string to the next, tucking your way around the entire wreath. When you get back to the beginning, use your boughs to conceal any exposed jute.
  7. Decorate as desired…(or leave plain). Fasten the shower curtain ring around the jute at the top of the wreath.
  8. Close your eyes and inhale.
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    For the cones on this wreath, I hot-glued the butts of three spruce cones together, then used floral wire to attach them to the wreath.
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Thanksgiving is for the Birds…

American Goldfinches feasting on sunflower head

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A trio of American goldfinches, clad in winter plumage, find sustenance in spent sunflower heads. Goldfinches are most often found in flocks.

Continue reading “Thanksgiving is for the Birds…”

THE LANDSCAPE LETTERS

“Thank you for informing me that the flattened circles in the grass are only spots where your crew rested during lunchtime…I was freaking out, phone in hand to call the National Guard and tell them the woo-woo crop circles had expanded to people’s lawns. “

(A humorous take on the perils of gardening in a land ruled by deer…)

By Anita Swanson

Dear Whitetail Landscaping Associates (WLA), Inc.:

Congratulations!  This letter is to inform you that your company had the lowest bid for our lawn care project.  No one—I mean, no one—could match your price quote of zero bucks to mow our lawn.  And who doesn’t like to save money? (I get all doe-eyed thinking about all the green I’ll save using your company).  I don’t know how you do it, though.  Especially with that many mouths to feed.  Not my worry, though, to figure out the logistics of your operation.  Effective immediately, you will be the sole caretakers of our property.

I look forward to seeing your high-quality work in action.

Sincerely,

Ira Te G’Ardener

Dear WLA:

I applaud you for your productivity:  seven workers were on our lawn yesterday, mowing and fertilizing the yard at the same time.  The same time!!! How ingenious!  How avante garde!

As delighted as I am about your ingenuity; however, I must bring one matter to your attention:  as a result of your ministrations our lawn looks rather, shall I say…disheveled.  Grass blade heights are ragged; they look like they were cut with unsharpened implements.  If you could talk to your mowers and have them try to even the grass to a standard two inches, I would really appreciate it.

Thanks,

Ira Te G’Ardener

Dear WLA:

Greetings on this fine summer day!  Thank you for informing me that the flattened circles in the grass are only spots where your crew rested during lunchtime…I was freaking out, phone in hand to call the National Guard and tell them the woo-woo crop circles had expanded to people’s lawns.  Phew! Dodged a bullet with that one (or should I say—aliens with bullets?).

Yesterday, my daughter tripped on the grass (God bless her, her name is not Grace).  No, clumsiness is not the issue; guess what she stepped in?  Oh gag (I’m gonna make a mess on this letter just thinking about it).  And you know how hard it is to get suede clean after something like that?  I “Shout”-ed the green smears.  Yeah, right: to no avail.  Only made a bigger mess on the shoes…not to mention—my comments, well, shall we say—sullied the airwaves.  Good thing you weren’t around, else your big ears would be…well, they wouldn’t be able to flick toward the sound of the slightest coyote burp.  (No, not a threat, just an observation).  And the smell?  Ple-eaze.  Don’t give me the rhetoric that herbivores’ poop smells like hay and sunshine…Deer-puckey!  And I won’t even go into your claims to be a herbivore—I’ve seen you sneaking bird’s eggs from junco’s nests—heard them crunch as if you were eating peanut shells.

No—the question whether you only eat plants vs. sneak an occasional hoeurs ‘d vore of eggs is not the issue.  What pains me is that I’m out $160.  Little Lil’s Purple Paradise shoes—ruined.  Never going to be the same.  I must, therefore, implore you to please try and spread out the fertilizer so unfortunate happenings like this don’t happen again.

Regards,

Ira Te G’Ardener

Dear WLA:

How green’s the grass!  Your fertilizer is working wonders!  I applaud you for your company’s commitment to going (and staying) green!  The only gas involved is the…well, you know…

With things going so well, I hate to bring it up…but the coneflowers and Liatris…they’ve vanished.  I am exaggerating, just a smidge—actually, they’re not completely gone.  But the flowers and main stems have disappeared.  They’ve been clipped with abandon.  Chopped—no, I should say chomped, all the way to the soil.  Didn’t you see the signs?  You know, the spade-shaped white tags planted alongside each plant from the nursery?  If you had read them, you would’ve noticed the silhouette of a deer with a black slash through it.  That’s the symbol for NO DEER!

Oh dear…

No, you can’t blame the cottontails, they would’ve left a clean, surgical diagonal cut at the stem’s tops…their incisors, you know?  So, too (gone), are the periwinkle asters (Twinkle, Twinkle, my blue yard—not any more…No blue flowers left:(!).  And my favorite:  the peach and pink-colored roses at the foot of the bottom steps.  Mauled (a kind word for what they look like now—they say every rose has its thorns, but not these…no, not anymore…).

Those roses are your favorites, too?  Oh deer—I’m biting my fist as I say this—$230 on perennials this year…down the tubes.  Yes, I know you each have four stomachs to feed.  But please…Please let your mowers know to keep their cutters ON THE GRASS ONLY.  I have sprayed the remaining flowers with Deer BGone as an olfactory reminder to prevent such a mishap from recurring.

Ira Te G’Ardener

Dear WLA:

Yes, it was an untimely snow.  In Custer, snow can happen anytime. And the upside of early white stuff is that it gives the flowers (what’s left of them anyway) something to cower under and avoid getting their heads lopped off.

But here’s the thing with the snow: apparently, you went dashing through it and crashed into our new fence. It’s now more wrinkled than time. I have several theories on what happened: you were tipsy; using the wire obstacles as hurdles for one of your deer games; or suffering from rut fever, perhaps?  It is September, after all.

But you gave us a quote of zero bucks; what that says to me is that that rut fever thing shouldn’t be a problem. Do you have clandestine bucks on your crew, or not? If so, get rid of them:  I demand that those antlered altercation-ists stay out of our lawn!

And I finally figured out where your money comes from. After shelling out fifty green ones to spray the flower beds, it’s clear you have stock in the Deer BGone company.  Actually, come to think of it, I’m probably wrong about that. Something tells me that your company is actually the head (and tails and hooves) of the Deer BGone Company.

[sigh] Another $135 gone toward fencing.  An entire day wasted re-installing it.

And now, the lawn is wired like Alcatraz. But there’s no way you are going to break through it. No, not this time.

Ira Te G’Ardener

Dear WLA:

The aspen trees are such a beautiful gold this time of year.  The sound of their leaves dancing in the fall air is like massaging your soul, no?  It’s a special kind of rustle that reminds you to covet the last warm days, before—yep, here comes winter, lurking around the corner.  And you’ve seen its lurks before—yes, I noticed your change in uniform.  I like it.  Your light brown was spunky for summer, but winter needs a more solemn tone.  Dark grey.  Nice.  It’s great you want to blend in with the surroundings, not appear pretentious for what surely will be hard times ahead.

It’s also possible that you didn’t want to be caught doing what you did to my aspen tree, to its smooth-skinned, avocado-colored bark. You know the one. Yellow sunshine dripped from its beautiful leaves.  Now it’s crying.  Sobbing, as a matter of fact.  And its sap dropped on my hair (actually, it got on my hands and I ran my fingers through my hair, I was so distraught).  One big mat on my (bleach) blondie locks.  $125 at the hair salon and my stylist still had to cut out chunks.

You may think graffiti-ing trees with your antlers is something that feels good.  Well, I’ll tell you…when you rub your antlers against their trunks, THE TREES DON’T LIKE IT! And you haven’t kept your promise of ZERO BUCKS.

A promise is a promise.

Capisce?

Ira Te G’Ardener

Dear WLA:

Yes, you are right.  I’m sure part of the aspen trees’ beauty can be attributed to your herd’s faithfully fertilizing the yard around their long black roots.

And I know by using our yard as a place for nappy time does increase our property value—for you are pretty lawn ornaments (ain’t nuthin’ like the real thing, baby).

But the pumpkins you clambered up our deck and ate last night has Little Lil screaming a tantrum today—sent me to the clinic, she did; her racket made a headache that just wouldn’t quit and so finally I went to the doctor’s office. Another two hundred bucks. Gone. Worse than that, though, is that her dad had spent all day helping her carve a little pony (precious) into one of those pumpkins, and on the second squash, while trying to cut out an ice princess, his back Just Let Go. Even after visiting the clinic (another two hundred), he can’t walk now, not to mention carve another one of those lanterns for our Lil Punkin’. Had to be greedy and take both of them, didn’t you…how disappointing. Yeah, and while I’m tallying the black marks against you, those big-headed squash cost me fifteen bucks. Each (they were ghost-pumpkiny-special-hybrid-somethings-or-another).

What I want to know now is—How are you going to replace those organic symbols of holiday cheer, I ask you?  I can’t afford to do it, let me tell you…I’m afraid to open my mailbox for fear of all the credit card bills haunting me. But Lil is gonna go batshi— if her pumpkins don’t reappear before Halloween.

HOW?!

Ira Te G’Ardener

Dear WLA:

It is with a heavy heart (and heavier freezer) to think that your landscaping business didn’t work out.  At least, not for us.  My pocketbook is over a thousand dollars lighter due to me accepting your free services (it’ll be higher, I’m sure since my husband has been eating painkillers like candy corn to dull his back pain).

Some bargain.

Yep, I learned the hard way that there’s no such thing as free.

But no hard feelings.  Not one to hold a grudge, I’m glad to know this isn’t the end of our relationship.  Not for at least another year, for your backyard indulgences carried a lot of weight.

And now have I got great plans for you…

Deer Stew.

Warmly,

Ira

©2018 Anita M. Swanson