Saturday, January 31, 2009

Zen thoughts with bunnies

When you sit, just sit.

Boomer with a real dustbunny, for size-comparison.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Poinsettia Amnesty

My favorite garden center is offering $10.00 off the purchase price of any plant you choose to replace your dead or dying poinsettia with... so long as you show your black thumb, admit defeat and bring the horrid thing along with you for trade-in.

Oh the embarrassment!

I wonder what they'll do with them. Can a dying poinsettia be rehabilitated?


Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Where will you sleep tonight?

"Living is easy with eyes closed,
Misunderstanding all that you see..."

--Strawberry Fields

Statistics from the National Low-Income Housing Coalition indicate that the average "housing" wage needed to afford a two bedroom apartment in NJ is approximately $23.00 per hour. A "living" wage, which would also include the costs of food, utilities, daycare, transportation, insurance and the other expenses of family life would have to be... how much more? Half again, at least? Considering that the "minimum" wage in NJ is just $7.15 per hour, most of our preschool teachers, home health aides, security guards, accounting clerks, cashiers and receptionists would have to work three full-time jobs just to pay the rent.

Read that again, maybe. There's not enough hours in a week, I don't think.

Is it the same where you live? Do you even care?

I got to do something really fun for work today. Each year, counties in NJ and across the country, conduct a survey of the homeless population. The data gathered includes questions on how long a person or family has been homeless, how many times they have experienced homelessness in the previous three years, what incidents may have led to their homelessness and where they stay during their time homeless (hotel, shelter, on the streets, etc.) The survey asks about the services they may need, what they have been turned down for, and what they currently receive in an attempt to measure gaps in local services. The information gathered is used to justify federal grants for homeless services.

It's a fine opportunity for local politicians to get their photo in the paper serving lunch at the soup kitchen down the street and for social workers like me to do something a little different. I'm asked to help out because I'm bilingual and because we have a good number of undocumented workers in our area that are needy and under-served by community resources.

I spent the day completing silly surveys, handing out donated winter coats, blankets, toothbrushes and interpreting for the visiting nurses who were doing free health screenings. And listening to stories. Wonderful stories from hard-working people who have a lot to offer. Some of my coworkers were out before dawn at the places where illegals gather to find work, in order to connect them with basic services like free clinics and food pantries and legal aid. Others were in mobile units visiting the homeless in abandoned buildings, or along the boardwalk, or in tent communities in the woods.

Yes, people live in the woods. Working people.

Does that surprise you? Anger you maybe, I hope?

A great many of us live with blinders on, I suppose, or imagine the poor to be deserving of the card that life has dealt them. They're mostly lazy and like living off government handouts, right?

Do you know that cash assistance grants to families on welfare haven't increased in more than 21 years? That a mother and child on welfare receive just $322 a month, plus a similiar amount in foodstamps, to live on? How long would $322 plus some milk and bread last you?


I'm faced with these numbers everyday when I do my federally-mandated job of promoting self-sufficiency for my clients. We work on budgets and planning for the future and how to make things better. The best many can hope for is a minimum wage job, which in turn, will trigger a loss of free daycare, free health insurance, free transportation and free or reduced housing. How can I sincerely push them into a full-time job that'll keep them well below federal poverty standards and with no safety net?

None of these people are truly homeless, of course. We'll put them up, if need be and for the sake of the children, in some seedy motel, or a horrible smelly shelter. We call that enough and blame them for it all the while.

Illegal aliens, the general public will be happy to know, receive nothing from the government. Nothing. They are not among the homeless, generally, and are very good about making do. They rely on non-profits and churches, but mostly on each other. Plus, they're gracious and say thank you for this out-of-style-coat-that-doesn't-fit exactly-right and then compliment you on your poor Spanish. All of which feels pretty nice.


The ones we really need be concerned for are the elderly, and veterans, and the mentally ill. There's no real way to reach them, no program in place for the ones that have truly been wronged by fate.

---End of Rant---

PD: Be an advocate for affordable housing in your area... learn the statistics... speak out!

Monday, January 26, 2009

Winter playground

A couple iceboats on the river late this afternoon evicted the gulls from their usual loafing spots on the ice. Click on the pic to see how handsome he is - even for a sleepy gull.


I'm waiting for more sun and the big boats this weekend...

Some nice pics from yesterday can be found at
Red Bank Green. I stole a couple to include here...

I especially liked this silly dog chasing a skater...

and this wide view of the scene taken from mid-river.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

An old wolf

With silver-frosted muzzle and eyes hazy with age, an old wolf lives out his days captive to the benevolence of his more robust packmates.

At sixteen or so, this one was among the oldest of the wolves at the Lakota Preserve and had been ousted from his position as Alpha in another pack. The fight very nearly killed him, or would have, had it not been for his caretakers who'd had his throat sewn back together and his blinded eye tended to. He was relocated to a different pen with another, gentler, pack where he's been accepted in his new submissive role.

Despite his submissiveness with the other members of the pack, he was quite confident and unaffraid with people, yet tame enough to be hand fed biscuits through the fence.

Diminished though they may be by captivity and I believe they must be, this is the wolf - the symbol of wildness for many. In them we see something unrestrained and noble, something ancient and fear-inducing. Much of that mystery is reduced, I think, by the high chain link separating us, but some is still there in the aloofness they carry with them, even as they submit themselves to our wide eyes.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Because it's going around

A meme from Mary:

1. Do you like blue cheese? I love it, especially in a salad with fruit.
2. Have you ever smoked? Only when I can't help it.
3. Do you own a gun? No, but Luka has this toy that shoots tennis balls. That's pretty dangerous, too.
4. What flavor Kool Aid is your favorite? Kool Aid is gross, unless it's frozen in an ice cube tray and you're 8.
5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments? Yeah, so I mostly avoid doctors.
6. What do you think of hot dogs? Mustard and ketchup, please.
7. Favorite Christmas movie? I can't think of a single one... wait... I like Jimmy Stewart so whatever one that is that he's in.
8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Coffee.
9. Can you do push-ups? I can, yeah... thanks to plank pose in yoga.
10. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? Jewelry's not my thing, but I do have a couple well-loved things that I'm really sentimental about.
11. Favorite hobby? Daydreaming.
12. Do you have A.D.D? Most certainly, yes. Only it wasn't called that back when I was in school.
13. Do you wear glasses/contacts? I need glasses for distance, but only wear them to drive. I was cross-eyed as a kid and wore glasses (and a patch!) to correct that, so I'm a bit vain about glasses now.
14. Middle name? Claire, after my mom.
15. Name thoughts at this moment? Thinking I should buy some more songs by Amos Lee from iTunes.
16. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink? Coffee, seltzer, Blue Moon.
17. Current worry? That I'm not worried enough.
18. Current hate? I hate that I don't have a sled, or a hill nearby, or snow.
19. Favorite place to be? Right now.
20. How did you bring in the New Year? At my brother's; it was quiet except for the trumpet and pots.
21. Where would you like to go? Just about anywhere could be fun, I think.
22. Name three people who will complete this? Other lazy, brain-dead people.
23. Do you own slippers? No... I love to be barefoot.
24. What color shirt are you wearing? Black.
25. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? I imagine them to be too slippery.
26. Can you whistle? Yes and do so absent-mindedly, annoying my coworkers.
27. Favorite color? Green.
28. What songs do you sing in the shower? None.
29. Would you be a pirate? Well... I have worn an eye patch.
30. Favorite Girl's Name? Don’t have a favorite.
31. Favorite boy's name? Don’t have a favorite.
32. What's in your pocket right now? 37 cents and a bank receipt.
33. Last thing that made you laugh? I had a really good belly-laugh this afternoon listening to my voicemail messages at work. A client was making excuses for her late rent payment and blamed it on the snow here and the heat in Florida... nevermind, but it was hilarious!
34. What vehicle do you drive? Honda CRV.
35. Worst injury you've ever had? I had stitches in my chin once from a fall as a kid.
36. Do you love where you live? No, but the where doesn't figure much in that.
37. How many TVs do you have in your house? Two too many.

Anyone else feel lazy?

Wednesday, January 21, 2009


Star Magnolia bud: snow-covered velvet.

Last summer's Queen Anne's Lace: a nest of winter's making.

Me: Gray. Blah. I want bloom! I want pink and yellow and white and bees!

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Today's sharp sparkle

I watched the inauguration today with my coworkers, each of us huddling around a couple computers, none of the broadcasts in sync, ringing phones adding to the din as if nothing monumental were happening.

My ears perked up at mention of a poem...

This was only the fourth time an *occasional* poem was commissioned for a presidential inauguration. What's up with that?

(Anyone care to speculate what poem or poet the last administration might've selected had poetry even been a part of their consciousness?)


The following is a transcipt of Elizabeth Alexander's inaugural poem reprinted in the
NY Times:

Praise song for the day.

Each day we go about our business, walking past each other, catching each others' eyes or not, about to speak or speaking. All about us is noise. All about us is noise and bramble, thorn and din, each one of our ancestors on our tongues. Someone is stitching up a hem, darning a hole in a uniform, patching a tire, repairing the things in need of repair.

Someone is trying to make music somewhere with a pair of wooden spoons on an oil drum with cello, boom box, harmonica, voice.

A woman and her son wait for the bus.

A farmer considers the changing sky; A teacher says, "Take out your pencils. Begin."

We encounter each other in words, words spiny or smooth, whispered or declaimed; words to consider, reconsider.

We cross dirt roads and highways that mark the will of someone and then others who said, "I need to see what's on the other side; I know there's something better down the road."

We need to find a place where we are safe; We walk into that which we cannot yet see.

Say it plain, that many have died for this day. Sing the names of the dead who brought us here, who laid the train tracks, raised the bridges, picked the cotton and the lettuce, built brick by brick the glittering edifices they would then keep clean and work inside of.

Praise song for struggle; praise song for the day. Praise song for every hand-lettered sign; The figuring it out at kitchen tables.

Some live by "Love thy neighbor as thy self."

Others by first do no harm, or take no more than you need.

What if the mightiest word is love, love beyond marital, filial, national. Love that casts a widening pool of light. Love with no need to preempt grievance.

In today's sharp sparkle, this winter air, anything can be made, any sentence begun.

On the brink, on the brim, on the cusp -- praise song for walking forward in that light.

I watched hours and hours of the ceremonies repeated this evening on C-SPAN and really enjoyed that poem at the second hearing. There is something about poetry read aloud that goes straight to my center. Most people seem to think it was awful.

Any thoughts of the day? The poem? The speech? The dress?


Monday, January 19, 2009


A sullen mostly overcast day, but the gray winter world was made beautiful with the dazzle of sun on last summer's goldenrod and fluffy cushions of white in the forks of trees as black as ink.

*End of weather report*

Sunday, January 18, 2009

Hope, in feathers

There's a kind of rightness and predictability in bird behavior that is almost comforting to me.

Knowing to expect that every last hooded merganser will take flight to the farthest edges of the pond when I raise my lens confirms to me that I know one aspect of this species pretty well.

Waiting for the local pair of osprey to begin setting up housekeeping in mid-March or the woodcock to twitter and spiral through an early spring dusk or merlins to streak low through the dunes in late afternoon looking for a meal to keep them through a night's chill... all enhance my awareness of life's insistent rhythms and set a pace for my own schedule in harmony with a larger, more universal system.

There's also the realization that birds have important lessons to teach us; about being careful and its necessity for survival (hoodies are overly careful, I think) and about beauty and stirring the imagination (think of a flock of terns dropping from the sky into the summer blue bay or a scarlet tanager suspended in an oak) and also, they teach us about hope.

I found that hope looking me squarely in the eye a few weeks ago. Along an often-walked path through the local woods, I looked up a tree trunk one afternoon to find it looking back at me, in that magical way that owls have of appearing out of nothing. I'd stopped looking for screech owls along that path a couple years ago when their nesting box was vandalized, but this one had found a little hole in a nearby maple with which to frame his unblinking face. I think we both were somewhat shocked to be seeing one another, his face full of concentration at not being seen and mine one of pleasant surprise at learning that sometimes good birds are closer than we think.

What good birds have you found lately and what did they offer you?


Saturday, January 17, 2009


I'd rather it be a band on a nicer bird that I'm reporting, never having done this before, but I suppose I should think instead of the scientific or research value. How an understanding of this one mute swan's behavior might help to protect less beautiful, but more endangered waterfowl species.

Click for a prior rant on mute swans.


I've been bothered to notice mute swans on my local rivers lately. Every spot with open water that I visited today had a bunch of them. There were quite a few sleeping on the ice mixed in among the gulls, too. At least they're mostly civil to the other waterfowl at this time of year and tame enough (big, too!) to pose for my camera.

My favorite complaint while chasing ducks is that the prettiest ones are the first to fly away. Not so with a mute swan.

Anyone else ever reported a banded bird? Do they really send a certificate, like they promise? Anyone else find this form long and overly intimidating?

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Come, winter wind

Pray for ice and a good, long cold spell to make it thick enough that this monster might make an appearance on the Navesink for the first time since 1920. The Rocket, with its 38 foot tall mast and 900 sq. ft. of sail, has been painstakingly restored and is ready to barrel across the ice, if only the weather will cooperate.

I'm hoping maybe the weekend after next, if this cold sticks.

Image from The North Shrewsbury Ice Boat and Yacht Club

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

A social worker quiz

Match the client or landlord's statement with the social worker's inappropriate response:

1. "Um.. I'm calling because I got a letter from you that says my share of the rent is $16.00 and I don't think that's right because my income hasn't changed... I mean I never worked so how come I got to pay $16.00 a month if I've always been on welfare?"

2. "Are you my new case manager? I don't think that's right because Miss Linda never notified me she was going out on maternity leave to have a baby and why didn't she take care of my business first? She could have notified me I was gonna have to deal with you now. Can I talk to someone else instead?"

3. "Yes ma'am. I'm calling to find out why I haven't received payment for the month of January yet?"

4. "I just want it on record with you that my toilet is overflowing."

5. "My landlord is just mad because I painted the living room without asking her first."

6. "I wanna know how come you approved me to live in this dump?!"

7. "The sheriff was just here and left a foreclosure notice on the fence. Does this mean I don't have to pay my rent this month?"


A. "Right, well... this is the government you're dealing with!"

B. "Am I hearing you right? I must not be because it sounds like you're complaining. And did you also notice that I payed the outstanding balance on your electric bill?"

C. "Maybe the real issue is that you haven't paid your rent in 11 months! And will you please just stop talking for a second?!"

D. "Pay your darn rent!"

E. "Thanks for the update. Maybe you should call your landlord?"

F. "If I remember correctly, you begged me to."

G. "Hold on while I find someone else."


Any resemblance to real or actual phone calls today from clients of mine is sad, but true.

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Bird dog

Can't you just hear him promising not to pull the stuffing out of his new ducky?

A couple hours later he's apologetic almost.

First to go was one of the pretty orange feet; then he attacked the seam and pulled all the innards out, including the squeaky bits. All that's left now is some stuffing in the very tip of the beak that he can't seem to get to.

Dead duck.

And I thought Labs were prized for their *soft* mouths?


Saturday, January 10, 2009

Que linda!

I'm in a *I don't feel like blogging* funk, but thought I'd share some happy pics from today.

My girlfriend from work Linda, on the right, had planned to have her baby daughter by C-Section on Inauguration Day, but well, things happened sooner than expected. Melanie was born a couple days before Christmas and we had Linda's shower tonight.

I don't often do baby showers, but this one was fun because I got to meet some of her family, including two of her sweet nieces who were busy making *hats* from the discarded ribbons and bows from the shower gifts. Isn't their hair just the most adorable thing?

The star of the show! Little Melanie Isabel slept through the whole party being passed from arm to arm in the happy embrace of family and friends.


Thursday, January 08, 2009


and I'd thought I was awkward-looking as a teenager!


Skimmers give no hint of their grace on the wing as they pass the hours between tides on a late October beach in NJ.

They're somewhere far south now, somewhere far warmer than here.

Yet I can see the loveliness, come summer, as improbable as the bird itself, and as improbable as any lanky teenager, staring at herself in the mirror, waiting and willing her own summer come.

Wednesday, January 07, 2009

Old dogs and watermelon wine

Nothing is ever really lost, or can be lost,
No birth, identity, form - no object of the world,
Not life, nor force, nor any visible thing;
Appearance must not foil, nor shifted sphere confuse thy brain.
Ample are time and space - ample the fields of Nature.

--Walt Whitman

I'm not sure how many of you read Dave of BirdTLC's other blog, Around Anchorage, but please stop in with him.

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

The other side of sunset

I'd been looking straight ahead, watching the sun sink behind the hills of Atlantic Highlands, coloring the sky above Sandy Hook Bay in pink and turquoise when a flash from the north caught my eye and I turned to see the NYC skyline ablaze with the setting sun.

Sunday, January 04, 2009

A friend is a lucky thing to have

My friend Janet and I are beginning to think that we're something like good-luck charms for each other when it comes to getting life birds.

The last time we saw each other in May for the
World Series of Birding it was a Cape May Warbler. The time before that, also on World Series Day, it was a Eurasian Collared Dove and a Wilson's Plover.

Today it was this little beauty: an Orange-Crowned Warbler. Pretty, huh?

This bird belongs out west and is pretty common there from what I've read. There's one at Sandy Hook most winters, but I've not ever bothered to chase it, thinking that it must be dull and drab and skulky and not worth the effort.
It was a bit skulky, of course, but its color stood out nicely against the winter browns of the faded goldenrod and leafless, but still lethal, poison ivy.

Neither of us could take very much credit for finding the bird; it'd been reported for a while and someone stopped into the bird observatory this morning during my stint there and told me exactly where to look for it. Janet and I set out together around 2:30, chatting merrily away, and happened upon another birder with his scope trained on it. Very convenient!

All of this leaves me wondering if I shouldn't find more excuses to bird with a good-luck charm, or Janet.


Saturday, January 03, 2009


I don't feel much like writing; instead here's another from the wolf preserve.