Tuesday, January 27, 2015

My Bird Heroes

Barn Owl  
        Lynn and Bob Tompkins are my bird heroes.  Without them this barn owl would have met its demise long ago.  We live in the land of wind turbines, long stretches of highways and hunters and agriculture.  Lead poisoning, impact wounds, and destruction of nesting sites would fill a blotter sheet of crimes. All of these hazards in some way contribute to the injury or surmise of raptors.  Fortunately we have bird heroes.

Lynn in the Flight Pen
     Lynn and Bob Tompkins are the founders of an amazing rehabilitation facility, Blue Mountain Wildlife, located south of Pendleton. The pens, a tiny intake vet clinic, temporary housing for interns and their home sit on a windy hilltop.  Their facility is the emergency bird ward, nursery, and rehabilitation center for a fifty-thousand square mile area.      

Long-eared Owl
     With one of the highest release rates in the country, Lynn and Bob with the assistance of one part-time employee, summer interns, many vets, Umatilla Reservation Bus Drivers and volunteers keep this haven for birds operating for the benefit of all of us.

Barn Owl by Sam, age 9.
    "All of us" includes for the benefit of children.  As if running the refuge isn't enough work, Lynn and Bob routinely take a few of their birds (those who cannot be released to the wild) to schools and events.  They are training the next generation of  bird heroes.

Todd Telander (white shirt in the middle) draws from live bird models at the Walla Walla Library.
     Teaming up with Carnegie Picture Lab, the Walla Walla Public Library and Audubon Lynn and Bob have set into motion opportunities for children to learn about birds through drawing.  The kick-off event was at the library which is to be followed by nine school events.  The local artist, Todd Telander, illustrator of a number of reference books drew and painted from four live models.  He did five drawings in the first half hour!  While children headed off to draw birds from photos, Todd just continued drawing away to the delight of everyone milling about.

Live birds drawn by Todd Telander

      Todd generously gifted Lynn and Bob the drawing above to help raise funds for a new hospital, rehabilitation and educational center.  A much needed new facility.   If you too have funds to make a contribution of a one time donation or to become a member ($10 per month), go to: http://www.bluemountainwildlife.org/ 

  Or just go to the site, read Lynn's journal.  The tales are as good as any Batman storyline.

     In the meantime, Carnegie Picture Lab with its fabulous volunteers are bringing art to the valley.  Photos mostly by local Audubon member, George Jamison and one of our UB photographers are the inspiration for children and their parents  drawing birds and learning about their unique habits.

     On a typical day I might spot a few chickadees, sparrows, and juncos at my feeder.  A hawk will fly by checking the activity, a few magpies, crows swing through and Canadians fly overhead.  Ducks swim the creek and I can usually hear some mourning doves.  But a Walla Walla birding list is much more diverse than that.  On the Christmas Bird Count Day this year 10,678 birds of 87 species were totaled. They were counted by forty well-bundled Audubon members on one cold and very foggy day.  The count centered on an eight-mile radius of Bennington Lake.  We actually have over 200 species in the countywide area.

     Introduce birds to children now and they may become the bird heroes of the next generation of bird vets, artists or refuge managers.  

      Are you thinking of drawing birds?  Turn a photo up-side-down and the results are surprising.  Your eyes focus on the shapes, not your preconceived idea of bird body.  Try it!

Loggerhead Shrike.  Photo by George Jamison.  Art by a child.

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

The Window Seat

     I always choose a window seat.  Could their be a difference between people who choose aisle seats and those that choose window seats?  I'm curious what it might be.  I took the photo above on a foggy morning flight from Walla Walla to Seattle.  We flew low and I could spot lights, the curve of the Yakima River, but mostly fog.  The photo taken coming into Seattle reminded me of old World War II movies when the propellors and their noise preceded battle scenes.  Flying seems to start story lines for me.  The landscapes, the overheard conversations and the odd mix of passengers. Could this be the difference? Window seaters are writers, romantics or artists.        

     This is a test.  If you were sitting in the aisle seat and missed seeing that line of the Olympics  floating above clouds with the sun rising would you have been sad?

     Test two.  Would you have been curious about whether anyone ever hiked across this wrinkled dry landscape?  Would you have been imagining explorers, mountain lions, or mines?  Of being lost.  Of the odd juxtaposition of the shadowed land and the prop.

     If you answered with "Yes's", do you choose window seats?  

     Just curious.


Monday, January 12, 2015

Where Is L.A.?

The normal view of our eye is oval, yet I don't know of any cameras that take photos in the oval or the round.   We are now so accustomed to the views out of straight-sided windows, rectangular photos and our rectangular computer screens, that we don't even remember that our world view is curved.  Camera lens are circular, yet the view we know and have adapted to is the printed rectangular.  As I take photos, I have adjusted by seeing rectangular frames imposed on the world.  Before I even raise the camera, I am looking for the straight edges that will frame the photo.

When I occasionally traveled through Los Angeles many years ago, I was never sure if I saw downtown.  L.A. appeared in my mind as a huge oval punctuated with little groupings of tall buildings, as if it was trying to play a joke on me.  Find me.  Find L.A.  This time I saw the right one from a hillside (confirmed by my friend Art), the smog hiding the buildings as if to still say find me.  Here is the straight view.  L.A. captured in a box.

 I took a few more photos of the long views of Los Angeles, but the photos that I loved were the small carefully framed portraits of plants.  Rectangular frames.  Now when I think of L.A., I have found it in the details.  Rains in Los Angeles had given the vegetation a brightening wash.  Here are a few of my favorite photos taken at Descanso Gardens or from along the canals of Venice: