Saturday, March 26, 2016

He is Risen!

Easter Weekend is upon us.  As we venture outside reminders can be found everywhere as Nature itself reaffirms the significance of these very special days.  

A crocus, having been entombed below ground, becomes
 one of the first newly emerged flowers each spring.

Once a caterpillar relegated to the move along the ground at a 
snail’s pace, this Eastern tiger swallowtail now free of its cocoon
 sports a pair of wings and flits about where it pleases. 

These rays of sunlight bring to mind the angel rolling the stone away
 from the tomb and revealing the brilliance of Christ’s glory.

And the sunrise……a foreshadowing of things to come, 
a daily reminder of the promise of Jesus Christ.

It is true.  He has risen, just as he said He would.  

Until Next Time,
Jim & Claudia

Thursday, March 17, 2016

The Tundra Swan

A creature both sublime and graceful, I would be hard pressed to come up
with a more ideal display of majestic beauty than the Tundra Swan in flight. 

Our mild winter has jump-started the spring bird migration here in eastern North America, and among our many avian friends that are winging their way Northward is the strikingly magnificent Tundra Swan.  They will stop here briefly before heading to their breeding grounds in the Canadian Arctic. Come autumn, they’ll make the return trip to their wintering grounds along the Atlantic coast, traveling as far as South Carolina. That’s a one-way flight of nearly 3500 miles and it’s a trip they make twice a year.

Believed to mate for life, Tundra Swans pair up for nearly a year
 before the mating process begins

With breeding season drawing near we begin to see
 fervent displays of affection and courtship.

Their "heart" of love for one another is on display for all to see.

Having taken a much needed respite on a farm field in Pembroke, these
 Tundra Swans are again taking to the skies en route to the far North. 

I derive a good deal of enjoyment from nature, both in the beauty found therein and its awe-inspiring moments. But even more than that, I’ve learned to appreciate it's stark reality – a world unto itself that’s as real as it gets - no hidden agendas, just a biological drive to procreate and sustain the species’. Having gazed upon the Tundra Swans and listened to their calls, it would appear that a good deal of affection certainly helps the process.  As Job reminds us; Just ask the animals and they will teach you.  Ask the birds of the sky and they will tell you. Speak to the earth, and it will instruct you. In His hand is the life of every creature.  My eyes have seen all this.  My ears have heard and understood it.  

Until Next Time,

Jim & Claudia

Sunday, March 6, 2016

The Cycle of Life

Several years ago during the late summer, my morning walk took me along the old Lehigh Railroad bed just South of the Batavia city limits.  That particular section is elevated about 15’ above the land on either side. On the North side of the tracks is a small wetland known locally as the “beaver swamp.” To the South, and directly below me was a fairly dense thicket consisting mostly of osier, wild grape vine and various small trees. Despite my vantage point from above, I wasn’t afforded much of a view other than the top of the thicket. As it turns out, I had all the view I would need.      

Moments later there was a flash of movement below me and to my left. A Cedar Wax wing was making haste through the tops of the scrub growth with a Cooper’s Hawk in hot pursuit. They passed by practically within spitting distance traveling in the opposite direction. I don’t know what the outcome was but the hawk matched its intended quarry move for move until they disappeared from sight.   

I photographed this Cooper's Hawk at the Iroquois National Wildlife Refuge.

If ever there was a raptor built for maneuvering through the woods at high speed, it’s the Cooper’s Hawk and his look-alike cousin, the slightly smaller Sharp-shinned Hawk. Some birds of prey, like the Northern Harrier, glide low over the terrain in search of a meal, while some, like the Red-tailed Hawk hunt by circling high overhead or from a lofty perch. Once having spotted their quarry, they will make a rapid nose dive before pouncing on their unsuspecting victims. Not so with the Cooper’s hawk.  Their diet consists of mainly smaller birds which they chase down with relentless pursuit, zipping through the woodlands, performing sleek aerial maneuvers as they evade tree limbs, tangles and brush all while staying solely focused on their prey. 

 Despite my attempt at concealment, he’s been aware of my
presence, eyeing me warily the entire time.

Deciding whatever it is that’s watching him is not something to eat,
and in 
the blink of an eye, he'll be gone.

Cooper’s hawks don’t confine their hunting to the wild. Smaller hawks have been known to hunt in residential areas, particularly when bird feeders offer up an easy meal.  We enjoy the many colorful songbirds that are drawn to our yard, yet we’re aware they make up a large portion of the Cooper’s hawk’s diet. On occasion we are reminded of this sober truth upon coming across the tell-tale clusters of Blue Jay and Northern Flicker feathers lying on the ground and it is then that I am drawn to Ecclesiastes 3; There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.  A time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance……….

So goes the cycle of life, all according to His plan.

Until Next Time,

Jim & Claudia