“Bird Brain”? Thanks For The Compliment!

Regular readers here, and people who know me in general, know that I’m fascinated by UFOs (or UAPs as the government now likes to refer to them as) and the possibilities of alien life. So, you know I’m interested in a new documentary, The Age of Disclosure, which just came out and apparently once again suggests that governments and militaries have know they do exist for decades. What’s more, the U.S. and Russia at least (and possibly other countries like Germany and Britain) have recovered alien aircraft and are working hard to retro-engineer them to understand and copy the amazing technology. That’s almost old news by now. I’ve read that Secretary of State Marco Rubio not only confirms that but says he’s encountered extra-terrestrial intelligent life here. Sounds fascinating and I’ll be looking it up soon.

But to change gears, another thing that has long fascinated me is nature. Birds in particular are dear to me and seem fascinating in their variety and abilities, such as (to point out the obvious), flying. So I loved one of the books I read this fall, Gifts of the Crow, by Marzluff and Angell, two biologists who’ve studied “corvids” for decades.

Corvids is the scientific name for the Crow family, a range of birds that include familiar big, black birds like ravens, crows and their European cousins, the jackdaws, but also magpies and jays such as the Blue Jay. Yes, the familiar and colorful bird that became a baseball symbol is a corvid too; basically a small, colorful crow. I’ve long read that the Corvids are the smartest of birds, but this book confirms that and takes it to another level with its case studies. Anyone who reads it will not use the term “bird brain” as an insult again.

In a nutshell, among the things it highlights are their problem-solving abilities which, to be quite honest about it, surpass some humans; their incredible memories and apparent ability to pass along specific information to new generations; their love of playing; their learning capacity; their ability in some specific cases to seemingly understand a few words of human vocabulary (much like your family dog which learns commands like “stay” or “sit”) and even their very human-like ability to have emotions such as liking, disliking and feeling sorrow. Kinda makes you look at that crow flying by in a different light, doesn’t it?

Among the studies, crows have been able to figure out how to make and use tools. When some food they liked was put in a little basket deep inside a tall jar the bird couldn’t reach, when given some flexible wire strands, more than once the birds figured out they could bend the wire, make a hook and perch on top of the jar, lower the hook and pull upwards with their beak until the basket came out and fell out, giving them their food. Others quickly learned how to drop pebbles in a jar full of water that had food at the bottom, to cause enough water to spill out as to let them reach in and grab the food. Seems like we might have a slimmer but more intelligent class of kids if we made them get their school lunch in such fashion!

Jays given a cache of nuts or acorns to bury for winter have shown an almost infallible ability to recover them all weeks later, even when the ground is covered in snow, or items have been moved around in the scene to make it look different.

There are many records of crows and ravens seeming to just… play. Have fun. They’ve been observed picking up sticks, dropping them, to let the bird below catch it, then fly up and drop it for the other and so on. Some ravens learned how to peel big swaths of bark off trees and use it on windy days as a sort of sailboard; clinging to the bark with their talons as the wind pushes it along. Seeing the world like a bird but without having to expend energy flapping. You could charge people big money to do the same… oh, wait we do already!

There are many references to their ability to recognize and either bond with, or torment specific people for years. One scientist who climbed up to their nests and handled the babies (to band them, weigh them etc., not to harm them) found himself being chased … not only by the parent birds, but soon by other crows in the neighborhood. Astoundingly, this continued for years, even when the birds doing it were shown to be descendants of the originals. And, trying to change clothes or drive a different car didn’t help – the crows still knew!

On the reverse side, people who’ve been kind to them not only get a pass but frequently find the birds delivering them gifts! Many a person has seen a resident crow or raven they feed reliably fly in and drop something man-made, things like bottle caps or keys mostly, shiny and metal, by them. One can only assume the birds are trying to thank the people for their kindness and have the concept at least of natural vs man-made and figure we would like our own stuff better! Perhaps the ultimate example of that was a pair of magpies in Sweden who visited a house with a feeder kept well-stocked by the lady of the house. The man however, disliked them and would throw rocks at them. After awhile, the magpies learned to use the doorbell to get the woman’s attention! Apparently they saw people come and go and noted that when a human pushed that button, someone opened the door. But, they didn’t want to see that rock-throwing man, so yep, they waited until he went out and got in his car and drove before hitting the doorbell. They also gave her little gifts. The man though, was given a different “gift” – they routinely pooped on the window of his car. Not hers though. He tried changing parking places with her; the birds knew it right away and kept delivering to his windshield.

It’s a fascinating book, albeit one that’s quite boring and dry in places. A lot of pages are devoted to actual studies of the birds’ brains, even to the point of successfully giving them MRIs and talking at length about the synapses, thalamuses, hyper-palliums and so on. The short takeaway on all those sections is that the brains are structured similarly to human and monkey ones and occupy at least as much of their heads as do monkey and ape ones. One could almost say they are basically “flying monkeys” albeit a lot less intimidating that the ones in Oz. Unless you throw stones at them.

It got me thinking. Perhaps when the day arrives that a UFO flies down, lands on the White House lawn and opens its invisible door, it’s not going to be a little skinny “Gray” coming out. I think it might be a big, space-age raven.

Enough Context To Drive Me Batty!

Context is everything. One of the Big Bang Theory‘s Sheldon’s best lines comes when he goes to a friend’s for dinner and they say ‘Hope you’re hungry!”. He ponders and responds “Hope you’re hungry – a friendly greeting here, a cruel taunt if you’re in the Sudan.”

For me this week, the lesson in context came while shopping. I was doing my morning shopping at the local supermarket as I often do; it’s rarely crowded at that time and I’m often going by it anyway. Usually it’s quick and uneventful, but not this day. Walking in, one of the first things I see is a brown streak coming towards me, close to the ground. A couple of stockboys in chase. As it speeds by, I see clearly it’s a bat! More store employees join in the chase while various cashiers are waving their arms around. I keep moving along towards the produce and, lo and behold, here it comes again, making a beeline at me. This no doubt prompts me to pull some dance moves the likes of which no one has seen since the Dancing with the Stars bloopers tape as I try to figure out which way to contort myself to avoid the furry projectile. I didn’t have the right ones, it turned out. The little critter flew straight onto the calves of my jeans! This resulted in an involuntary all-mighty shake which in turn flung the winged creature back into flight. I was very grateful I’d happened to wear very loose, very thick jeans that day. If I’d been in shorts, I’d probably be going for rabies shots, “just in case”.

Two lessons in context. One, shorts – great for around the house in summer, not great for shopping! Two, bats – love ’em when they’re out at dusk eating mosquitoes, looking cool under the streetlights. Not cool as a fashion accessory!

I Started A Joke…

I changed the calendar! The Bee Gees once sang “I started a joke.” Well I believe I started a joke… that became a meme! I’ll explain.

As most of you probably know, today is Super Bowl Sunday. Whether or not you’re a football fan, you undoubtedly know it’s the Big Game, this year between Kansas City and Philadelphia. Even if you’re not a fan, there’s a good chance you might be tuning in to see if Taylor Swift shows up or see the famous commercials, which are often made especially for the game. It’s been like that for years now.

But back about a decade, I noticed that if you wrote it together, all as one word – superbowl – if you split it one letter differently, you got something altogether different. I was quite pleased with myself and went to Facebook and probably Twitter and proclaimed

Happy Superb Owl Day!

I’d never seen anyone call it that or write it that way to celebrate nocturnal birds of prey. I felt quite clever, I’m sure, and found a good picture of a nice owl (like the one above which unfortunately I did not take)  to put in the post. I can’t remember now, but I think a handful of people “liked” the comment and a few might have put a smiley emoji or something in reply. I said it to a couple of people in person and got maybe a “tee hee” or very faint smile as a reply to my astounding wit. I believe I followed up the next year on the football day and repeated the gag, somehow or other on the Social media… then even I got tired of making the same joke over and over. Fast forward to last year, and I see “superb owl” trending on things like Yahoo the day of the ballgame!

This year, the phrase is everywhere. Denver Zoo has officially declared it Superb Owl day there. NPR did a feature on owls labeled as Superb Owl. USA Today has an online story titled “It’s almost Superb Owl 2025, so please enjoy these cool bird pics.” Google it and tons of results come up. The birds are getting more attention than ever before. 

Owls are superb; perhaps more so than football!

So if you’re not into football, Taylor Swift or President Trump (who’s rumored to be at the ballgame) you might want to step outside at dusk and listen, watch for things taking flight. And enjoy Superb Owl day. Me, I’ll probably be pondering how I have written books, articles, blogs and may end up changing the culture… with a little off the cuff joke.

I suppose the moral of it is to never under-estimate the power of your words. Or that, man, owls are cool, aren’t they?

Where ‘Influential” And ‘Useful’ Diverge

A tale of two magazines.

Time recently put out a special issue branded “the 100 most influential companies.” It contained quite an array of companies, some of whom didn’t seem like they were really all that influential in the grand scheme of things (John Deere? Taco Bell?), some of which seemed incorrect honestly (including Major League Baseball – you probably know I am a big baseball fan and it’s really the only sport I follow closely, but c’mon … attendance keeps dropping, a 20-year long trend, TV ratings are down generally and there are problems with even getting games on the air in some cities due to a cable company’s bankruptcy. Hardly seems to be influencing basketball or football.) . Hoka ? A brand of “distinctive chunky” running shoes. Changing the world or even its industry? I wouldn’t have thought so. Crocs possibly, and yes they are on the list too. Others certainly are valid and annual members of the list. Say Apple, for example. And some are probably valid but leave me wondering “why”? Take Skims.

I hadn’t ever heard of Skims, but apparently it’s shapewear, rather like Spanx, from a company run by Kim Kardashian. Well, no arguing that Kim is influential. For starters she is the first woman who started out in a porno movie that somehow turned that not into shame and a shadow hanging over her career, as well as the scorn of most feminists, but into being some sort of feminist icon and role model. Have to hand it to her on that, it must have been a difficult bar to hurdle.

Mostly though, what struck me was that many of the companies are tied into AI. For instance Microsoft, lauded mainly for its “billion dollar investments in AI.” Or Metaphysics, a company which apparently came up with a “digital avatar of Elvis Presley” which was shown on America’s Got Talent. And of course Open AI, a company vaulted into headlines recently because of its Chat GPT product.

Certainly influential, of that there can be no doubt. But are they beneficial? Who’s asking that? Even the company’s CEO Sam Altman is suggesting the industry be regulated and Time note “little doubt AI will make many jobs obsolete.” Altman admits “you can’t trust a voice you hear over the phone anymore” because of his product’s ability to mimic voices and the magazine warn of his apps’ “disconcerting inability to separate truth from fiction” which hasn’t stopped people using it for things ranging from homework to financial planning.

It makes me ask the fundamental question “how is this good in any way for humanity?” Just because we can doesn’t mean we should.

Meanwhile, I looked at the latest issue of nature publication Audobon. It had some winners from a photography contest it ran – impressive images all – but also two pages devoted to the dilemma they are seeing manifest itself, namely photos being submitted that look real but in fact are AI fakes. They even tried the software to try to duplicate some of the winners’ shots and came unnervingly close on several. And the programs are still in their relative infancy. Right now the editors employ a litany of tests, such as looking at the original digital file to see that the imbedded info seems accurate, talking to the photographers and having imaging experts go over shots pixel by pixel to make sure they seem real. But detecting the frauds is getting more difficult by the week.

In their context, it matters not only because you want to reward photographers who have skill, patience and have captured a memorable scene (not some nerd who puts info into a computer program and makes a make-believe picture) but because we need to trust what we see. In nature, much of what is known about rare wildlife is through photo documentation. See a mountain lion in a county which hadn’t recorded one for 60 years? A photo of it will let the naturalists know they are still around. The search for the elusive and exceedingly rare Ivory-billed Woodpecker and other types of nearly extinct wildlife? Eyewitness accounts aren’t considered good enough by many experts or the government (who decide on how to protect such animals and their habitat) and they generally want photos. What happens when any Tom, Dick or Harriet can conjure up realistic-looking photos in a few seconds on their I-pad?

Of course, the ramifications go miles beyond that and are more serious. What happens to society when we can literally no longer be sure what we are seeing in photos or videos, or hear in audio clips, is real and not someone’s fantasy creation?

It all seems like a Pandora’s box that shouldn’t have been opened, and I wish more of the 100 most innovative companies would actually work on innovating with things that will help humanity and the planet…. not threaten it more than it already is.

Gateway To A Healthier Environment?

Little things can make big differences. Like four-inch long birds. Or turning off bright lights at night at times. So, congratulations to the National Park Service for taking a small step to make things just a bit better for wildlife and the ecology by turning off the lights at the St. Louis Gateway Arch at night during May.

The Arch, of course, is the symbol of St. Louis, the “Gateway to the West”, a 630-foot tall (also 630-foot wide as it turns out) steel arch overlooking the Mississippi River, opened in 1965. It looks great and makes the city instantly recognizable on film during the day, but for years it was close to invisible at night. Logically, people had the idea of lighting it up at night to make it seen and make the skyline more impressive. By the late-’90s, it was generally illuminated nightly by 44 bright floodlights, usually bright white although pink in October (Breast Cancer month) and occasionally other tones to fit the day.

All of that is great…unless you’re a tired bird. As with many other tall, bright buildings, it unfortunately confuses and attracts migrating birds, which all too frequently collide with it, knocking them dead to the ground. It’s not entirely clear why, but it would seem that the bright lights confuse the flyers, or else they mistake them for bright stars since many seemingly navigate by following specific stars or constellations. NPR cite studies that suggest close to a billion birds a year die of that cause in the States, and that St. Louis is probably the fifth worst city for those collisions, after Chicago, Houston, Dallas and New York City. One organization that monitors the ground in a single square mile of Chicago every spring find 5000 or more dead birds that met their demise by running into the bright lights. The reason St. Louis, (as well as Chicago, Dallas and Houston) are such bird death magnets is that they lie right underneath the so-called Mississippi Flyway, the busiest of four major paths migrating birds follow between their winter homes in the South and the summer nesting grounds, often in Canada. Think of them as the natural interstates for feathered friends. The National Park Service suggest fully 40% of all North American ducks and geese follow it, and half of the migrating songbirds. Most of the tiny Blackburnian Warblers – smaller than a regular sparrow and weighing the same as two nickels – (seen below) follow that path of about 3500 or so miles between their summer homes in the boreal forests of Canada and the upper Midwest and their wintering grounds in Venezuela and the South American Andes. Like most songbirds, they migrate at night, and rest and feed as much as possible in the daylight hours.

blackburnianSuch collisions not only seem tragic and unfair (it’s got to be incredibly tough for a bird the size of a mouse with wings to fly thousands of miles over two weeks or so without having to worry about a steel monolith that their ancestors never encountered standing in their way), it’s bad for the environment. Most of the songbirds affected are warblers, vireos, thrushes… small birds that eat a whole lot of bugs. Many eat close to their own body weight in flies, mosquitoes, wasps, caterpillars, plant-killing beetles and mites daily. You name the bug, there’s something that eats it , and when their populations decline, the nuisance bug numbers and their resultant problems increase wildly. Turning the lights off lets the vast majority of the long-distance travelers fly by, above the rooftop level unfazed.

Thus the Arch stands dark in May, when almost all the migrating songbirds are heading north, and a number of other office buildings in some of the cities mentioned as well as Toronto to the north voluntarily turn off any lights in unused parts of the building at night. Each dark empty office at midnight means just a few more brilliantly colored warblers arriving safely in forests and fields of the land, adding color to the landscape and removing a lot of much less desireable flying critters from them. And, it even saves some money for the building owners. A small thing, but a big difference.

A Steinbeckian Tale For The Tinder Age

Diary of a young-going-on-middle-aged, recently single guy looking for love – could be a little tedious to read. Diary of a young-going-on-middle-aged, recently single guy looking for love and traveling all across the country …that’s something more memorable. And so we have my most recently-read book, Leave Only Footprints, by Conor Knighton.

Knighton managed to blend two parts of latter-day Steinbeck’s Travels with Charley and one part male Bridget Jones Diary with quite compelling results. A TV news correspondent called upon sporadically by his network, he found himself dumped by his fiancee. Heartbroken, bored and tired of seeing all the places they used to go to in Phoenix, he decided to take a year off and travel. His plan – visit everyone of the national parks in the country. There are over 50, from Atlantic to Pacific, Maine to California, plus ones above the Arctic Circle in Alaska, and out in the lonely ocean in Samoa and the Virgin Islands. Cleverly, he sold his network on the idea of having him do it as a regular segment for their morning or news shows, so as to get a bit of an expense account to cover the thousands of miles by road, air and sea.

He begins the year wanting to see the first sunrise of the year before anyone else, so he visits Acadia National Park, just off the Maine coast on a frigid New Year’s morning. 364 days later he finishes up watching the sun set into the Pacific at the Point Reyes National Seashore (technically not a national park) in California. Along the way he developed a profound and newfound love of his country and its nature, as well as the people who’ve worked to preserve it. He describes all the parks he went to, and adds a little history, but the book moves along swiftly, as he had to himself, not lingering too long on any one site or sight, and introducing us to a range of interesting personnel at the parks. In an unusual but effective writing twist, he avoids making it a chronological recounting of the year, and lumps parks together by “theme.” Crater Lake and Congaree were “mysteries” as I mentioned in the previous blog. Big Bend, on the Tex-mex boundary, and American Samoa, in the middle of the ocean were “borders.” Joshua Tree and Sequoia were among the ones he labeled “trees” for obvious reason. He comes to some great insights, like how many of the people who worked hardest to set up and protect the scenic national parks came from Kansas and other similarly geographically unremarkable places. “If Dorothy had grown up in New York City rather than on the Prairie, Oz may not have looked as spectacular,” he points out. The non-linear approach worked well, keeping us a little off-balance and wondering what would be his next category.

As for love, we never really know if he found it. He used the modern apps to find dates in many cities and described one promising relationship cooked up in the fogs of Washington’s Cascades, but it never seemed to entirely take off. Then there was the nice gal who helped him when his car skidded off the road in Wyoming; he sought her out only to find she was engaged. He does a lot of self-evaluation and personal growing through the year and his recollection of his failed engagement that led to the journey. In one or two places, this side-story became a little distracting and slowing, but all in all, it helped us see him as a human on the road to somewhere… just not somewhere he had mapped out quite yet.

All in all, an interesting and at times endearing look at the United States. I give it 3.5 Smokeys out of 5.

Thankful Thursday XIII – Conserving Nature

This Thankful Thursday, I’m thankful for the Nature Conservancy. They’ve recently been in the news for being the lead participant in saving some 230 000 acres (about 400 square miles) of tropical rain forest in Belize that is home to one of the few populations of jaguars left in the wild (the cats that is… it seems to me the cars have suddenly become very common!). In doing, it also protects any number of other animals that live in the jungle and helps keep rivers used for drinking water clean and helps the forest to keep churning out oxygen and doing its little bit to prevent climate change. Which is right “on brand” for them.

The Nature Conservancy is a non-profit that quite simply puts its money where its mouth is. Many organizations try to protect the environment, wildlife and natural habitat by educating and lobbying… admirable objectives. But the Nature Conservancy goes one better. They still educate and advocate, but their main modus operandi is to simply identify ecologically valuable lands which are threatened and buy them up to keep as parkland or preserves. Spending ten million bucks to lobby politicians to save a rainforest or the home of an endangered owl is not bad. Spending the money to simply save the land yourself is a more direct and effective route. To date, the organization has saved land in 72 countries including all 50 U.S. states – something in the range of 125 million acres and counting. Among their objectives are “protecting land and water” and “providing food and water sustainability.” At a time when governments tend to be cutting funding for parks and right-wing policies favoring corporate for-profit use of lands are gaining ground through much of the Western World, it’s an increasingly commendable and valuable function, and best of all it’s all funded through donations rather than your tax dollars.

I’ve been something of an environmentalist all my life I guess. I value nature for its own inherent beauty and, in my opinion, its right to exist alongside us. As time goes on we see more and more repercussions of not taking care of the environment – everything from landslides and out of control wildfires to increased damage to coastal areas in hurricanes, increasing numbers of endangered species at home and rising numbers of cancers and illnesses caused by poor air and water quality overseas. I’ve also worked in a limited capacity for governmental agencies formed to tackle such issues and have witnessed the difficulties they have getting through the bureaucratic red tape to get things done. So I’m always happy when concerned people take matters into their own hand and solve the problems. So on behalf of the jaguars, I thank you Nature Conservancy.

Thankful Thursday V – Spring Is In The Air

I just got in after running any number of errands and getting the groceries done. I’m sweating. But that’s ok, because this Thursday I’m thankful for spring arriving.

Now if you want to get technical, spring doesn’t “arrive” until some time next week, based on the earth’s tilt and so on. But I’m a weather buff and a naturalist and meteorologists and ornothologists alike consider March 1 through May 31 “spring.” Enough for me to go with, even if it wasn’t 80 and tropically humid outside with the threat of tornadoes penciled in for the weekend. Which it is.

Spring was always a joy for me when I lived in Canada. Arguably summer was my favorite season but spring had a whole lot going for it, enough for it to create the weather equivalent of a “two-sided hit single” to me. Now, spring in Ontario can be a bit of a tease… I’ve seen snowstorms at Easter and fruit trees blossom before one last blast of Old Man Winter and his sub-zero temperatures blew back in. Not to mention that early spring can often be dreary, rainy and cool. Still, to me that beat drearier, snowy and colder. Spring always had its appeal because quite frankly, I don’t like winter. I don’t like being cold, I like lots of daylight and the emotional boost (not to mention Vitamin D) it gives me, I don’t like having to wear heavy coats and gloves. I don’t like seeing young women bundled like penguins in heavy coats and gloves…err, when I was single that is! What I do like is being comfortable outside and seeing the landscape awaken day by day…the grass getting greener, the trees leafing out, new birds arriving by the day, people crowding into garden centers with happy plans. And of course, baseball being back, which I looked at a few weeks ago.

Here in Texas, spring often creeps in almost unnoticed, mainly because winters often dress up like it. This year is a bit different of course, after the state saw record cold temperatures, eight to ten days straight sub-freezing temperatures and an ice storm that shut down stores and electric plants alike. Texans can welcome spring with the gusto of Canadians this year. I am!

Spring! Co-recipient of Dave’s “Best Season of the Year” award. How about you, friends? What’s your favorite season?

Thankful Thursday III – A Waxwing Moment

It’s Thankful Thursday again, and today like others is a good day to be thankful. I actually had a draft of today’s ready to go yesterday – and it may see the light of day later – but I had a nice little moment earlier today that I to replace it with.

While out running many errands – many boring errands – grocery shopping, filling up the car, driving a relative to work – I needed to drop off a package at a courier drop-off center in a big box store. I pulled into the parking lot, got a spot at the edge of the lot and found a whole flock of Cedar Waxwings flitting about in the trees right in front of my car. Waxwings are a bird that perhaps could earn the designation “charming”. Small, elegant looking little sparrow-sized birds with a crest like a cardinal and a mask like a Raccoon, and when you see them in the right light and angle, little bright patches of yellow and red. Little birds that have human-like traits of being highly gregarious (you seldom see one waxwing) and a slight tendency towards drunkenness. You see, waxwings like berries more than anything else, and if they’ve fermented on the tree… well, you get tipsy birds. Unlike humans though, the tipsy birds don’t seem to fly at each other or shoot one another.

Anyway, I opened the door of the car and expected them to take off, but instead, a few flew and others kept on looking for berries in the tree and hopping around not far from my feet. I snapped a few photos with my phone which is most definitely not high-def but captures the moment at least. As I did, with the birds flying around me, a car pulled over to the side of the road, window rolled down and a lady yelled out at me “what kind of birds are they?” I called back that they were called waxwings. “They’re adorable” she answered before driving on her way.

It was not a dazzling event, and I was walking into the building three or four minutes later to do the task I had come for. But it was a nice little moment. For a couple of minutes I was not thinking about the best route to avoid traffic to the next stop, money, or anything else other than enjoying the outdoors and the active little birds which were going on about their business of the day. The passerby who noticed and appreciated it encouraged me more.

And that is often the key to being in a good mindset. You don’t win the lottery, get promoted from sweeper to CEO or get to be on the cover of ‘Great People Of The World” magazine everyday. But if you look around you, you probably do get the special little fleeting moments no matter where you are. Learn to enjoy them and you’ll find the mundane becomes a lot more magical.

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