Scat, Part 2: Bird Tails

It has been a challenge getting started writing my second scat post.  That isn’t because scat doesn’t/ hasn’t continued to happen—some fell on those I love and on myself and there’s the  the same old stuff of bad economy, mayhem with guns, and the environmental depredations we see wherever we travel.

No, I haven’t been able to write because today is so beautiful here at our campground at Dead Horse Ranch State Park in Cottonwood, Arizona that I couldn’t pull myself away from the natural world and into the electronic device.  Here’s a photo of where I am sitting at 5:42 PM (Arizona time).

Quail Campground, Dead Horse Ranch State Park

Quail Campground, Dead Horse Ranch State Park

My chair is next to a cat claw acacia and faces several creosote bushes.  London Rocket (sisymbirum irio) swarms behind me.

London rocket

London rocket

Below me is a dry wash that is probably not as dry as it looks.

This afternoon a covey of Gambel’s quail marched around in and around the creosote. A spotted towhee hopped around from bush to  the ground and back up—so close that I am confident he (male plumage) is in fact who I think he is. A hummingbird zipped by and I think the tiny grays are flycatchers.  Others having been showing up including the ubiquitous ravens, doves of probably more than one kind, a hawk (that can’t identify), a cardinal, a great blue heron, and a black and white crowned sparrow who hopped around near me throughout the afternoon like he was daring me to figure out what variety he was among the dozens of sparrows in my bird book. No luck so far. Most exciting, but not verified as of yet, was a gila woodpecker in a cottonwood down in the wash.

I still want to tell you the second scat story, maybe tomorrow.

Observation: Maybe I can’t write about bad stuff—funny or real—in part because Tom and I had such good food at Juanita’s Taqueria here in Cottonwood and it sort of mellowed me out.

It’s Tomorrow: On February 18 Tom and I traveled to Gila Cliff Dwellings National Monument. I would show you photos of this fabulous place, but I didn’t recharge my camera battery in a timely fashion. Anyhow, we pulled into the Upper Scorpion Campground and settled in for a snack of red grapes, water, and some other delicious tidbits I can’t recall.  The picnic table was next to a huge ponderosa pine.

ponderosas

ponderosas

As soon as we sat down, and especially after a red grape or two liberated themselves, two ravens (corvus corax) landed on the tree directly above where we sat.  Our campsite was situated within the 558,065 acres of the Gila Wilderness which, thanks in part to Aldo Leopold,  is the first designated wilderness in the world. So, maybe the ravens felt that Tom and I were elbowing in on their space.  They complained and complained and we did not move. Finally–from about fifteen feet above–one raven launched about a half  a cup of droppings onto Tom’s  blue plaid bermuda shorts. As we figured the ravens had planned it, we immediately jumped up, ran to the camper and tried to clean the gooey crap off the shorts.  When I turned back toward the picnic table, I saw one of the ravens sailing off with a red grape in his beak. 

Alternative Analysis: Tom and I think the ravens wanted the grapes, but we have also considered that avian bombardier might have merely been expressing his opinion about Tom’s overly bright, non-western attire.  You can Google images for “men’s blue plaid bermuda shorts ” and see for yourself.

two ravens

two ravens

2 thoughts on “Scat, Part 2: Bird Tails

  1. David M.

    Sorry about Tom’s shorts. And now, a comment followed by a rhetorical question followed by a suggestion:

    If I perceived that “London Rocket (sisymbirum irio) swarms behind me,” I would fear that I were still hallucinating. (Maybe if I knew what those words meant I would be less concerned.)

    Didn’t I tell you to always have a second camera battery charged and ready for action?

    if the ravens were offended by the plaid shorts, make sure Tom does not wear any hats like this one: http://pausenthrow.com/wp-content/uploads/ugly-hat-1.jpg

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    1. lyndaterrill Post author

      Well, Tom might have been slightly beyond the pale regarding the shorts, but I believe it is safe to say that he will not be tempted by that hat! If he was, it might precipitate a sequel of “The Birds.”(says Tom) I felt like a ninny most of the time we were in the Gila Wilderness and N.F. without my backup battery. I felt so bad about it that days later I a) tried to get a battery charger that would work in the car-didn’t work b) tried to get a new battery as a back up, but they were out at the Battery Plus in Sierra Vista, AZ. Lately, because we have been in civilization while I am doing the P.T., I have been keeping the battery charged. However, that reminds me to look for another battery–tomorrow. Re the swarming “London Rocket” Tom and I were unconcerned because it’s really a variety of wild mustard!

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