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Approaching my first day of blogging I am excited to share some interesting adventures going on in my life. Jay Watch is under way as I approach week 2 of my surveying. For those that do not know, the only endemic (meaning found no where else on earth) species of bird found in the state of Florida is the Florida Scrub Jay. The Jay is colored a slate or silvery grey and a deep cerulean. About 9-11 inches in height they boast a raspy call that spans their territory well. The impressiveness of their call adds to the efficacy of their existence. It correlates with their habitat: a scrubby pine area. This eliminates all potential for sound carrying properties. The frequency and tone of their call: a raspy reep sound, clicking noises produced by females, and a plethora of territorial shrieks, lend in their ability to throw their voice. Communication with other members of the family unit indicating feeding time, hierarchy, and danger are paramount to the success of
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Prarie Warbler

"Zzzz" a melodious tone ascending into a pyramid. Bold lines comprise his Lores. Whiskers define a face mask of sorts. He draws you close, showing his olive complexion. A chestnut red patch, if he dare turn his back. Subtle black upon his wings. High a top a lofty tree, a concerto he sings for me. Photo: https://www.allaboutbirds.org/guide/Prairie_Warbler/id
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Lightning Tree

Left tree is alive. Right tree was actually hit by lightning! Up close you can see a spiraling scar around the trunk running up the entire tree, evidence of the spark. I actually came across this tree during one of my Jay Watches this summer. Someone in our group identified the marking for us! Thank you Jay Watch! Happy Saturday.
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Polygala rugelii

On my afternoon walks I came across this flower and couldn't help but stop and admire the beauty. The species is endemic to Florida which is a plus for me. I advocate for native planting and this specimen sure does light up a landscape. Yellow Milkwort. I took this photo of them all growing in a shallow swell in a Pine Flatwoods preserve, Indrio Savannahs, in St. Lucie, Fl.   Also known as Rugel's Milkwort. You can find this flower almost anywhere in the state.   Formally known as Polygala rugelii The story goes that the milkwort name comes from it's presence in cow fields. It was believed to help them produce more milk! The name rugelii comes from Dr. Ferdinand Rugel, a Bristish botanist and physician who admired wildflowers too. Source: http://floridawildflowerfoundation.blogspot.com/2015/07/yellow-milkwort.html
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Roadside Bird Sightings

SR 98 & SR 70 from Sebring, FL to Fort Pierce, FL is rich with history and parcels of natural beauty. Immensities of pasture, Hardwood Hammocks, Pinelands, and Marshlands compose a plethora of ecosystems divided by two lanes of open road. Classic texts such as A Land Remembered are actualized in this environment. Florida Crackers earned their salt upon this land which shaped the tides of commerce, war, and cultural adaptation. Historically this route traverses the Florida Cracker Trail. The Florida Cracker Trail Association adeptly points to the organic formation of the trail, existing below the Kissimmee flood plains, yet above Lake Okeechobee directly south.  The Association's website also points to the accreditation of the road as a Community Millennium Trail. I include this excerpt : "Millennium Trails is a partnership between the White House Millennium Council, the Department of Transportation, Rails-to-Trails Conservancy, the National Endowment for the A
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Bird Journal & Sightings

My mind classifies hammocks as low, earthy, dense with the smell of fresh rain or dried grasses. This particular hammock though sticks in my mind with a smell akin to my grandfather's workshop: sappy Pine. The freshness from the hot Florida heat slightly crisps the outer bark of looming Pines to release this fragrant note. Crunch beneath my feet reinforce the presence of scattered cones along the path and nettles that have dropped for months on end. Blackroot have sprouted from recent patches of burn highlighted by the celestial swaths of sun gleaming through the trees.  Previous trips led me towards the left off towards the edge of spanning pasture and grasses with random Oak stands making home to Blue Gray Gnatcatchers, White Eyed Vireo, and Eastern Phoebe. This particular day the sun was high above the clouds with piercing accuracy. I fled towards the right in refuge of more mossy dense Oak hammocks. Small vegetation corralled twin Oaks, their branches arched towards
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Local Preserves: George Le Strange

My day off in celebration of the 4th of July warranted a visit to the George Le Strange Nature Preserve in St. Lucie County. George Le Strange was an avid outdoors enthusiast, fisherman, and resident of St. Lucie County for whom the property is named. A trail traverses a thriving expanse of ecotones meandering along the Ten Mile Creek giving a rare glimpse at the ancient Florida water table. Giant Oak and Hickory reach towards each other creating canopies hiding sunken swamps primed with pure unadulterated life. Opposite the river a large man made lake, an old sand mine, poses a backdrop for painted skies at sunset. Below I include the brochure provided by the county and include my own commentary expounding on the factual and poetic journey throughout the preserve. A larger pathway at the boat ramp merges into a loose stoned pathway. Surrounding Pine trees riddled with woodpeckers sound their kwir kwir calls. An expansive view of the lake starts the journey. Approach
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An Homage To My Faded Past

"My Gaga's Lignum Vitae Tree in bloom, Long Key, FL" Midnight crawling, whiskey on my breath;Simonton intersects Duval to wait on a cab. Rhythms mingle, passing each soulful drunken bar while my eyes linger. Flung back, a 15 me sees the fabrics factory, a white boat of a Cadillac, and cassette tapes for crusin. A woman: 80’s tortoise sunglasses, freckled skin, a grin; hair windswept, an auburn caramel; Shorts fitted an hourglass figure; Blouse adorned in island vibes; Sandals, never flip flops. My Gaga, affectionately, a grandmother portraying charm I’ve chased all my life. Remembering; religiously she brought us meandering down here. Leaving my Papa parked in the pews of the Episcopal church on Truman, he’d migrate to the top of the LaConcha. What a perch to feel free upon with depth, salt air. Retrieval meant Cuban coffee at the laundromat. Seeing now, a wink, a smile, nodding approval of our shopping spree. Combing racks
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