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bird shots

June 13th, 2011 · photos, wildlife

One of the best things Anne and I have done since we moved here was to set up a bird feeding station that is visible from the kitchen window. Like most things, it wasn’t planned; it just evolved. During the winter of 2009, the snow cover was pretty thick and the birds were starving. We bought a bag of bird seed and spent a couple of months tossing handfuls of seed onto the ground from the front porch. The snow finally melted, but the birds stayed.

After, we bought a basic feeder and hung it from a cane on the edge of the bamboo grove. To one side of the bamboo is the Dead Tree, and to the other side is a row of hemlocks and a couple of large chinkapin (chinquapin) oaks. This inadvertently turned out to be the ideal arrangement for every type of bird found in southeastern Wythe County.

This page is intended to be the beginning of a pictorial reference of many of those birds, broken down by season. They were taken at different times of the day with two different cameras. I will continue to add to and refine the page as I get new and better pictures. For detailed information about the birds shown on this page, I recommend the Cornell Lab of Ornithology website.

Spring Birds

 

the view from the front porch

brown-headed cowbird (pair)

downy woodpecker (male)

downy woodpecker (female)

mourning dove

northern cardinal (female)

northern cardinal (male)

house finch (pair)

american goldfinch (male)

american goldfinch (female)

tufted titmouse and american gold finch

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last evening was fun….

June 10th, 2011 · festivals, news

Memo to Mother Nature: Hey, knock it off, I’m on your side.

Anne and I spent yesterday afternoon toodling around and arrived home just in time for the fireworks. A couple of weeks ago, I posted a picture of the giant willow tree down by the Creek that was split in half by lightning. That tree is approximately 200 feet from the front porch. Last evening lightning struck again. This time it was a little closer; like a 180 feet closer.

We were standing on the front porch admiring the electrical storm and the force of the deluge, when CRACK!, a bolt of lightning hit 20 feet away. After 42 years, Anne still surprises me. I never knew she could levitate. The only damage appears to be to our phone, which was blown out by an electrical surge, and a couple of pairs of soiled knickers. Fortunately, the computer remained intact.

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Chautauqua Festival starts soon. I’m starting to get a lot of hits looking for information, so as a public service, I’m posting a temporary blog roll link to the Festival website.

 

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listen my children…

June 8th, 2011 · musings, satire

I’ve been using Wikipedia to research an article, and found that day-um, that sucker is just chock full of little known information. For instance, did you know that Sarah Palin is the product of a virgin birth?

America's Number 1 MILF

Her father, Jor-El, believed her mother when she denied ever having sex. As a scientist on Krypton researching global warming, he knew he hadn’t had time to seal the deal. And, oops, since the planet overheated and blew up, he just never got-r-done. Fortunately, before the shit hit the fan, they sent Sarah by rocket to a family in Idaho (thereby creating her life long interest in rocket science.) When little Sarah was only a few months old, the family moved to Alaska where they raised her up.

Little Sarah wearing her first pair of Clark Kent glasses

In high school, our Sarah blossomed. She was a point guard for the Wasilla High School basketball team that won the 1982 Alaska State Championship, all the while “heading” up the Fellowship for Christian Athletes. She was affectionately known as “Sarah Barracuda.” No shit, check it out. If I’m lying, I’m dying.

The Barracuda goes in for the kill

She also played the flute and enjoyed performing for the football team. Their nickname for her was “Luscious Lips.”

After high school, Sarah decided against Harvard and MIT, matriculating instead at the University of Hawaii at Hilo only to transfer to Hawaii Pacific University after a couple of weeks citing better surfing and a more advantageous male/female student ratio in summer school. Former classmates remember her for her “itsy bitsy teenie weenie yellow polka dot bikini” and as a serious party girl who not only inhaled, she “drank the damn bong water.”

Gimme a hit and I'll show yah my tits

By spring of ’83, according to Wikipedia, she was attending the North Idaho Community College, then on to the University of Idaho Moscow followed by the Matanuska-Susitna College in Alaska, then back to the U of IM where she finally graduated with a degree in journalism. Her rumored application, and subsequent denial for a research position with NASA, could not be confirmed, though it is my understanding she passed the oral exam with flying colors.

I forgot to mention that in 1984, she placed third in the Miss Alaska contest, playing a series of “flute” solos for her talent competition. She was chosen Miss Congeniality by the other contestants, also receiving some serious high fives and one down low from the judges who awarded her the Dirty Sanchez Lifetime Achievement Award.

Luscious Lips Heath, Miss Congeniality 1984

Currently, Sarah and her daughter, pretty Piper Palin (say that 10 times real fast,) are on vacation. With her band of tea bagging Merry Pranksters, mysteriously touring the country in a magical bus, she is going from state to state, raining on her fellow Republican presidential candidates’ announcement parades. Gosh, our little Sarah is such a rogue.

Stacked and packed. Is that a doobie the dude behind her is holding?

Folks, you can deny science all you want, but you can’t rewrite history. If it’s in Wikipedia, you can take it to the bank. You betcha.

Listen my children and you shall hear of the midnight ride of Paul Revere…..

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no news is good news

June 6th, 2011 · musings

I’ve decided to turn over a new leaf. ‘Course I’ve turned over enough new leaves in my life to make a compost heap the size of New Jersey. But this particular new leaf might save my sanity. I’m giving up morning news, and replacing it with morning comedy.

When I first moved to Wythe County, I was determined to become studiously ignorant. My friend Liza Fields says it’s the only way to avoid pain. Living in the Metro DC area, regardless of what you do, will eventually turn you into an information junkie. After all, DC is the political center of the universe, and information is political heroin. You just gotta have it; first thing in the morning and last thing at night. Withdrawal is painful. Losing access to the Washington Post is like losing a member of your family. Not having 24 hour nonstop news radio? Fuggedaboutit.

When I started coming down here seven years ago to work on Our Humble Little Cottage, I went cold turkey. I had no television or internet. Because of the relationship of Cottage to mountains, we still don’t have decent radio reception. It was just me, the Cottage, and my CD collection. Life was good. Then I started chipping. I figured what the hell; buying a little TV to watch DVDs on wouldn’t hurt. Then, like most addicts, I had a relapse. I was heavily invested in the stock market at the time and really needed my info. Enter Direct TV, followed closely by satellite internet and the monkey was back. CNN and CNBC became my drugs of choice.

The thing about the news is that it’s mostly depressing. The who, what, where, when, why, and how will make you nuts. Particularly since it’s mostly about the who and the why. The steady assault of personality-driven news and comment has led this country down the slippery slope. We’ve lost all civility and become a nation of me firsters because the constant demand for content rewards assholes. Everybody and his fuckin’ brother are demanding their fifteen minutes of fame, and I’m sick of it.

Not only that, I’m tired of being judged. Some time when I wasn’t paying attention, the source of your news became an issue. Apparently, watching CNN instead of Fox News makes me an anti-Christian communist. What’s that all about?

I’m tired of starting my day depressed. Despite the fact that I’ll miss Robin’s legs and Bonnie’s hooters, I’m going with YouTube. I guaran-damn-tee that watching a fifteen minute excerpt of Ron White’s You Can’t Fix Stupid will put you in a much better frame of mind than a report on Sarah Palin’s magical mystery tour.

All I have to do to figure out what’s going on in the world is watch the gas prices at the Flying J. If prices are up, the news is bad. If they’re down, things aren’t necessarily good, but they aren’t disastrous. So until Sarah’s sex tape hits the internet, I don’t want to hear about it. When it does, call me.

P.S. Would someone please make a comment so the rest of the world won’t think I’m Linda Myers’ bitch?

 

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our view is not my view

June 5th, 2011 · musings

Mark Sage is the group editor/publisher of the six Media General owned community newspapers that make up Southwest Virginia Today. As such, he writes the OP/ED column entitled OUR VIEW. His current editorial, which appears in four of the six papers, is entitled “At the heart of Heartwood’s trouble.” Heartwood is the new cultural center opening June 17, just off exit 14 of I-81 near Abingdon. Please click on and read the above-underlined links before you continue.

My initial reaction to Sage’s column was geezus, who peed in this guy’s Wheaties? Let me stop here for a second and explain a few things. Unlike the majority of the two dozen or so folks I have spoken with the past two days, I really enjoy the Wytheville Enterprise. I just wish it was larger and contained a weekend crossword puzzle. One business owner had this to say, “We get the newspaper, but I don’t read it. They’ve lost all credibility as far as the business community is concerned.” I sincerely hope that is not the case.

As I’ve said before, I think the Enterprise does a pretty good job considering the rapidly changing climate they and all newspapers large and small face. The cost of doing business is constantly going up, while readership and advertising revenue is declining. As more and more people look to the internet and digital media for their news, we are watching print media go the way of the horse and buggy. At least one major newspaper ceased publication last year and is now available only online.

I don’t know Mark Sage; I’ve never met him. Furthermore, I’ve only had one rather disjointed telephone conversation with him, which took place Friday afternoon when I called to ask about his motivation for the Heartwood column. I say disjointed because I was ill prepared with my questions, and Sage was forced into a defensive position from the get go because of the thinly veiled righteous indignation in my voice. After a half hour, we ended the conversation with my promising a rebuttal to his editorial. To Sage’s credit, he offered to publish whatever I had to say in the same space he publishes his column. Thanks Mark, but I prefer to keep things the way they are.

Being the pithy gonzo blogger that I am, I considered writing something like, “Hey Mark, I’ve tried to see things from your point of view, but I can’t get my head that far up my ass.” Cheap shots are a blogger’s stock and trade. Instead, I went to the archives and started reading Sage’s columns in reverse order. After reading every one for the past year, I realized something. I agree with every single thing he has written except the current editorial. I’m still in disbelief. I don’t agree with anyone, and I mean ANYONE about anything all the time. I’m a contentious lil’ sumbitch and proud of it. I believe Heartwood and the creative economy are the future. On these issues, Mr. Sage and I will have to agree to disagree. I believe I’m right and he’s wrong.

David Manley, the GM of West Wind Farm Vineyard and chairman of the Chamber of Commerce’s Tourism Committee put it this way:

“The creative economy is one of the keys to southwest Virginia’s future, both economically and socially. There is so much to be proud of in our rich cultural heritage, so why not leverage it? There are countless talented artisans, musicians, storytellers, craftspeople, and artists in our region. We should be showing off their work and wares and not discouraging its visibility and marketability.

Tourism in general will be bolstered by Heartwood. Its initial purpose is to serve as a central repository and showcase for Southwest Virginia’s vast offerings (from pottery and brooms to musical instruments, wine, and cuisine). People can then use it as a central starting point for their exploration of our region. I know it will have a positive economic impact for all our localities and anyone not on board with its mission will be on the wrong side of history very soon.”

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it’s the weekend…let’s par-tay!

June 3rd, 2011 · food, music, Wine & Cheese

It looks like Mother Nature is going to give us a break this weekend, so I plan to take advantage of the weather and get out there among ‘em. Here are a few suggestions you might want to consider:

The Wytheville Farmers Market

When it comes to the Farmers Market, I know I have a tendency to go a little overboard, but our market has a growing and well deserved reputation for excellence. Aside from the products offered, it is also becoming a weekly social event. I mean really….anyone who is anyone goes to the market to shop and just hang out. Come by for a cup of Dave Richert’s coffee and one of Roxanne Winesett’s cheese Danishes and get your morning started right.

Crystal Springs Recreation Area

This weekend is the perfect opportunity to take the kids or that special someone for some quality time in the great outdoors. Call ahead to Fran’s Deli (276-578-2005) for a picnic lunch, and spend the afternoon exploring Crystal Springs Recreation Area. The newest addition to area parks, located on Pump Hollow Road just south of town, has something for everyone.

West Wind Farm Vineyard and Winery

David Manley invites you to join his family and friends Saturday evening to help celebrate the 5th Anniversary of the opening of West Wind’s tasting room. Dance to the soul sounds of Winston Salem’s Envision from 6-9 pm in one of the county’s most relaxing environments. Have a little wine and some mouth-watering North Carolina barbecue. It’s a southern beach party mountain style. Click the blogroll link for contact information.

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noaa radio

May 25th, 2011 · musings, news, photos

I suspect a lot of folks in Southwest Virginia have been as entertained by the recent weather as they care to be. The daily warnings of tornadoes and severe thunderstorms are starting to make my teeth hurt. Until the other night, I’ve never had a lightening storm sit directly overhead for a half hour. Watching a huge old willow tree get split by lightning 200 feet from your front door can be stimulating, and not necessarily in a good way.

Granted, the storms we have been experiencing are no where near the size of the ones the Midwest are experiencing, but if a tree lands on your house and destroys it, it really doesn’t matter the force of the storm. Your house is still gone.

NOAA, the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration, oversees the National Weather Service (NWS,) which is the organization that collects and disseminates information and issues weather advisories. For those of you who have trouble remembering the differences, here are NOAA’s definitions of WARNING and WATCH:

WATCH — Issued by the National Weather Service’s Storm Prediction Center in Oklahoma. The center monitors conditions favorable to thunderstorms and then alerts the public when those conditions are present.
WARNING — Issued by local NWS offices, based on radar signs or a storm seen by a trained spotter. It is a message to the public to take precautionary actions because a storm is likely to occur.

Here’s how I do it:

WATCH – Shit’s getting’ deep. Somebody could die.
WARNING – We’re in deep shit. I could die.

If you don’t have an emergency radio, you should get one. Ours can be operated with a hand crank and can be used to charge a cell phone. We listened last night while the tornado warning was in effect for Wythe County. The NOAA broadcast was very specific as it tracked the storms, mentioning specific roads and ridges.

“This storm cell is tracking roughly parallel to I-81 traveling south along the service road approaching the town of Wytheville. . .winds of 80-90 miles per hour are hitting the outskirts of town traveling west along E. Main Street…..the storm has now made a 90 degree turn into…

ATTENTION K-MART SHOPPERS! THERE’S A FUCKIN’ TORNADO IN ISLE 4!”

Well, you get the idea. The current forecast calls for good weather today and tomorrow, with more thunderstorms Friday and Saturday. Stay safe.

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we’re still here

May 22nd, 2011 · faces and places, musings

Well, May 21st has come and gone, and we’re still here. The Rapture didn’t occur, and the earth didn’t turn into a giant tiki torch. It’s a good thing too, ‘cause I’ve still got a lot of shit to do. Hope none of y’all maxed out your credit cards figuring you wouldn’t be around to have to pay them. (Bubba… You and Earle need to take that 52” big screen back to the WalMart.)

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T-Shirt of the Week

Face withheld at owner's request

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This Woman is Evil

 

Miss Mattie

This is Miss Mattie, one of the vendors at the Farmers Market whose specialty is home-baked goodies. She is evil. Her treats are so good that they are positively sinful. Sure she’s sweet natured and a church-going lady, but a woman who bakes as good as Miss Mattie does has to be in league with the devil. [Miss Mattie is not to be confused with Mrs. Matty, (below right) Matty Holder, who gets my vote for the coolest thang since sliced bread. She's so cool, she don't sweat.]
 

Matty Holder

Every week I try and sneak past Miss Mattie’s table, and every week it’s the same thing. The dulcet tones of this lovely lady’s honeyed voice trap me with a, “Mornin’, how are you today?” No matter how determined I am, my feet refuse to move. She’ll offer me a taste of a little sumpin’ sumpin’, and I’m a goner. My plan to cut back this week just flies away. This lady could sell manure to a cattle farmer. I was going to show you a close-up of the Apricot Almond Bars we purchased this week, but they were gone the minute we got home. You’ll just have to settle for the picture of part of her table of delites I took opening day:

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The Elegant Stinkhorn

My Friend John gifted me with a new fungi for my woodland garden this week. It is Mutinus elegans, the Elegant Stinkhorn, a mushroom so foul smelling and nasty looking, you’ll probably smell a patch long before you stumble upon one. It is nicknamed the “Devil’s Dipstick.” It’s supposed to ward off critters. Mine was starting to dry when I took the picture, but the spores should have another pushing up before too long. The things are edible, but I don’t recommend it.

When fresh, the Elegant Stinkhorn looks like a baby penis with its tip covered in pooh

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a night to remember

May 20th, 2011 · appalachian history, music

Last night was the best time I’ve had with my clothes on in I don’t remember when. Anne and I, along with our friends Suzanne Capone and Bill Perry, attended The Crooked Road Tour: The Roots of American Music (and how hillbillies helped invent it) at the historic Lincoln Theater in Marion, Virginia.

The 12-stop, 12-musician tour was organized by folklorist Joe Wilson,

Folklorist Joe Wilson, the Garrison Keillor for regular folks

to promote the grand opening, May 27, of the Roots of American Music exhibit at the Blue Ridge Music Center. The tour began May 10th in Pulaski and finishes this Sunday, May 22nd, at the Franklin County High School Auditorium in Rocky Mount. Tonight’s performance is at Mountain Empire Community College in Big Stone Gap, and tomorrow night at the Floyd Country Store in Floyd. All performances begin at 7:00 pm, and tickets are only $10.

The show opened with an ancient acapella ballad from Molly Slemp, a teenager raised in the Wise County coal fields, whose ethereal voice transports you to another time. Dale Jett, A.P. Carter’s grandson, led a singalong gospel tune to close the show. What happened in between can only be described as magical.

Molly Slemp

The legendary Wayne Henderson, the number one acoustic guitar maker in the world, Carnegie Hall performer, and unofficial Mayor of Rugby, VA

The 3 hour concert has so many elements to it that it’s almost impossible to describe. It is part musical history, part American history, and it featured musical pairings that are historic in and of themselves. The show tells how immigrants from Ulster in Northern Ireland and the Rhine Valley in Germany

Irish musicians Mick Moloney (left) and Joey Abarta

followed the Great Trail south from Philadelphia and came together around 1720 with English settlers and African freedmen and slaves

Cheick Hamala Diabate from Mali, West Africa, who played several native instruments that eventually evolved into the modern banjo

from Eastern Virginia following the Wilderness Road to settle Southwest Virginia, bringing with them their instruments and songs that formed the basis of the first truly American music. Bluegrass, country, and American folk music are the offspring of the music born right here. As last night’s concert proved, some of its greatest living practitioners walk among us every day, including Wytheville’s own Leigh Beamer, a 15-year-old student sitting in a classroom at George Wythe High School right now as I write this.

Burl Rhea on banjo, Leigh Beamer on guitar, and Linda Lay on bass

Burl Rhea is an underground coal miner whose people have toiled in the mines of Russell County for almost two hundred years. His worn face is etched with the history of the strife between miners and operators. In addition to playing drop thumb banjo, Burl put on several rousing exhibitions of flat foot dancing. One of the more humorous moments last night occurred when Burl came on stage holding hands with Cheick Diabate. Burl flatfooted and Cheick danced some tribal steps that, from the audience, looked virtually the same.

If you have a chance to attend one of the last three performances, don’t miss it. Musical history is being made.

Gettin' down with Dale Jett, Linda Lay, Wayne Henderson, et al

Dale and Leigh

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shrooming

May 19th, 2011 · musings, photos

I love mushrooms. I’m not talking about the ones you eat, though I love them too; I’m talking about the various fungi that pop up all over the place on days like today. They make cool photography subjects.

One of the things on my bucket list is to learn about the edible mushrooms that grow in Southwest Virginia. Having once suffered a near death experience from eating wild mushrooms as a child, I don’t put much stock in field guides. The only one I’m confident about is the morel, whose season is over, and I have yet to find one. Maybe next year….sigh.

I took the following photographs in about 20 minutes walking around the yard this morning. I don’t know the proper names of any of them. If you do, please let me know.

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