Head em up...move em out
by kdmac » Sun May 15, 2011 12:08 pm
After a month along the wild and furious Rogue River in southern Oregon it's time to load up and head east. Every place I go I find a favorite spot to frequent, somewhere completely away from the crowds so it's just me and the wild things. I will miss my spot here along the river. One day two deer came up the path from the river directly below and walked right by me when I was sitting out in my chair with my feet up...apparently they weren't aware I was a human as my feet were up and I looked like a structure, not a human, the river breeze was blowing my scent away, I froze completely still and only moved my eyes as I watched them cautiously walk by just six feet by me as they headed up the hill. Then directly behind me was a small heron rookery in the pine trees...I counted 11 nests. So, fun to watch the wobbly, fuzzy, long-legged babies...all beak and legs, flappin their fuzzy little winglets...one parent would gracefully glide in and land to feed them while the other parent continually stayed at the nest guarding them. Unfortunatley I witness a bald eagle come in and grab one of the babies and fly off with it, long legs dangling, parents screeching. I had a rookery by my house on Camano Island and saw the eagles do that several times, they only have a limited time to do that as the babies eventually get too heavy, sad, but it is the way of things.
This area is one of many parts of Oregon with pioneer settlers.."Westward Ho the Movement" as they say. Such a beautiful semi-arid land of natural rolling grasslands surrounded by mountains covered by forests of oak, pine and medrona, odd forests but they have their own beauty. The deer, horses, and cows in the fields are standing shoulder high in natual grasses that blow so beautiful in the breeze...lazy creeks and giant oaks trees now 150 years old brought on the wagon trains so long ago. The warbling, rich song of the meadowlark as you drive with the window down. A still, calm and beautiful land; a land filled with milk and honey.
Now on to the eastern, more arid side of Oregon, to lazily float in the reservoirs,soak up the sun, watching for turtles, beavers, musrats and listening to the symphony of marshland birds, and scanning the baron hills with my binoculars for bigger critters. Having seen the photos from Liz and Beth and others of the unbelievable wildlife seen while kayaking in Florida makes me want to see that so badly but I doubt I could ever get that far unless gas goes way down. So, for now I will settle for marsh and wetland birds and critters here in the west.
I probably sound like a real "hick" that I prefer to be off on my own in the hills and on the waterways...but as I get older I look back on life and realize that it's at those times and in those places when I am happiest...I need to have a kind heart toward humanity, and as a whole, I do...I feel such sorrow and grief for the disenfrangized who had no vote in the flooding and destruction of their homes. The question begs to be asked as to why, really, why? When in our countries history did we willingly wipe out our own communities like this? There was a day in this country when monumental efforts of design and manpower would provide jobs to build waterways, levees, retention dams, fabulous efforts back in the day...with todays technology those structures could be mind-blowing...but instead....