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Showing posts with label Metolius River. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Metolius River. Show all posts

Saturday, August 8, 2015

Tidbit from the Metolius River

Several West Coast and Californian Native American tribes in its range used bitter or peppery-tasting wild tiger lily bulbs as a food source. 

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Yellow Warbler Mystique

A few years ago while visiting relatives on Plum Island in Massachusetts there was an evil little Cardinal that knew I wanted nothing more than to catch him with my Nikon. He would have nothing of it, all the while playing hide-and-seek to taunt me to fetch my camera and then disappear, popping up on the other side of the house. This Yellow Warbler is likely a cousin to that frustrating Cardinal, teasing me to set up the tripod and then flight to the next tree in the circuit. And then I found out how formidable this tiny bird. He winters somewhere between Mexico and the tropics. A miracle of sorts. While he was on his own near the Metolius River above Heising Springs, when he is with his peeps they are called a "stream," "sweetness," or a "trepidation" of warblers.