Talkeetna resident Robin Song tells the story of her participation
in this year’s Talkeetna-Trapper Creek Birdathon.
It’s a remarkable thing, to me, that every Birdathon is different. It’s held on the first Friday and Saturday of May each year, in the same fifteen-mile radius, and yet it is unpredictable. And that’s what makes it fun.
I had invited a newcomer to the group, Maureen, to join my long-time birding partner-Richie-and me, and I picked her up at her trail head at 5:30 Friday evening. We arrived at the pullout at the same time and noted a Grey Jay in a spruce, watching us and my dogs. We couldn’t put it on our species list yet, as Bird-A-Thon starts at 6 o’ clock. We felt sure we’d see another ‘Camp Robber’ during the 24-hour birdathon. (more…)
Robin Song thinks of this time of year
as a bridge between seasons.
She found very unusual tracks
in the crusty snow on a recent walk.
It’s a quiet time in the yearly cycle; what I think of as a “bridge”.
The winter is behind us, and the frenetic energy of spring hasn’t quite begun.
Migratory birds are just beginning to trickle into the North Country.
We’ve been gifted with an early spring,
coming on the heels of an exceptionally mild winter. (more…)
Robin Song looks back on her Audubon Christmas Bird Count day.
The activity at my feeders began well before the sun broke over the treeline in the south the morning of January third- the annual Christmas Winter Bird Count Day in our area. As usual, I made sure the feeders were full and ready, for the birds had survived another long, cold winter night and were in need of fuel right away. (more…)
A very unusual way to catch your Thanksgiving dinner.
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For me Thanksgiving is about celebrating the foods gathered, hunted, and picked from the wild or the garden. My favorite Thanksgivings are the ones with as many foods as possible having been harvested by me or friends. When I was growing up most of our Thanksgiving food came from the grocery store. Food was just food for me in those days. Thanksgiving was a celebration of eating.
Now age has tempered my appetite, and the joy is in being together with others and celebrating the wonderful animals, plants, and berries that come from this land. These foods are rich in flavor, the colors dazzle a dull November day, and behind much of this harvested food is often a story that you just don’t get from grocery store food. This is one of mine from a couple of years ago.
Talkeetna resident Maureen Chambrone picks LOTS of blueberries on the lower Yukon in the summer, and then here in the fall.
While usually a pleasant pastime, it can become a bit of an obsession…
I have picked blueberries every one of the 18 years I’ve been in Alaska to varying degrees of obsession. And every year I felt like a kid again, discovering blueberries for the very first time, seeing something so beautiful and delicious and hopefully abundant. Now it is late October and I’m still snacking on berries off the bush which causes me to reflect upon this past blueberry season, memorable for the sunny, bug free weather and one which may have been a personal record for me!
Robin Song tells about her experience in Denali National Park when she is given a road lottery ticket.
The first year I entered the Denali Park Road Lottery, I won. It was a memorable trip, but it was also many years ago and the last time I won, to date, though I’ve entered the Lottery several times since. I didn’t enter this year, for various reasons. Discouragement over not winning, year after year, is one.
Then, the “irony angel” smiled on me. (more…)
Talkeetna resident Bill Was tells the story of a close encounter with a moose while out walking with his dogs.
This was bound to eventually happen although I must admit until it actually transpired I still viewed it as an abstract event; one of those things people think about and reflect upon but somehow never actually expect to see it become reality.
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on a long bushwhack up a
by Robin Song
As I had hoped, the third Sunday in July dawned sunny and clear. I had planned a hike up Montana Creek to search for King Salmon, and now I had the weather on my side. (more…)