Nature Rules, Pollution Drools: Brown Pelicans

June 11th, 2010

I’m starting a new project: gathering and sharing awesome animal facts. I chose the Brown Pelican (Pelecanus occidentalis) first because of its current struggle with the still-leaking oil well in the Gulf of Mexico.

  • The brown pelican’s pouch holds more than three gallons! (But its stomach holds only one gallon - they have to drain the water out before they can swallow fish they’ve caught.)
  • Brown pelicans incubate their eggs with their feet.
  • Though their wingspan is almost seven feet, brown pelicans weight only about eight pounds.

Brown pelicans rule!

Big Problems, Little Steps

May 2nd, 2010

In the face of the massive oil leak caused by the sinking of British Petroleum’s leased oil drilling rig, the Deepwater Horizon, it’s tough to feel like you’re doing enough to protect the environment.

The fact is, I could jump into the political protest realm with both feet. I could have majored in environmental policy instead of environmental science; I could have used my communication skills to fight the battle with pen and microphone and oil-soaked-mud slinging slingshot.

I could have, but I didn’t. Those of you that know me know I’m just not a fighter. I want to hear the science, not the rhetoric. I want to focus on the positive, while encouraging others to eliminate the negative from the consumer side of the equation.

I’ve never been a great fan of the oil companies, but of all of them, British Petroleum has the most green reputation and the best green record.

It’s sad that this tragedy and environmental catastrophe had to happen to the greenest petroleum company, but maybe it’s also what was needed. It would be too easy to write off the whole incident as a case of negligence if it were the fault of one of the companies with an uglier track record (you all know who I’m talking about - that “tiger” hasn’t been in my tank since I had a car of my own).

If an environmental disaster of this magnitude could result from the work of a careful, pro-green oil company - imagine what might befall us at the hands of the less careful oil companies - and there are many of them.

So, do I want greater regulations on the production and transport of crude oil? Yes, of course I do.

Do I want a moratorium on expanded offshore drilling? Yes, of course I do.

Do I want to eliminate all oil drilling off our shores? Eventually, maybe. Certainly not with the flick of a switch now - the resulting shortage of oil would be a kick in the gut to our faltering economy and would make us more reliant on foreign oil.

What I really want is to see our consumers vote with their actions and their dollars - and cast that vote in favor of energy conservation and energy diversification.

There are more than 300 million people in America. We are arguably the most powerful group of consumers in the world. Let’s act like it.

Here are a few little steps I take every day to reduce my use of crude, and how they connect to the need for less drilling:

1. I drive a hybrid car, a Toyota Prius. Correction: I don’t just drive they hybrid Prius, I LOVE driving my Prius. I average over 40mpg on every tank, and it fits my family of five (two adults, one kiddo, and two large dogs) and all of our stuff happily!
We bought the 2004 model Prius used in 2006. It currently has 130,000+ miles on it and runs like a champ.

2. I use cloth grocery bags. Plastic comes from oil, folks. Use fewer plastic grocery bags, and we need less oil. (Besides, if I see one more plastic grocery bag blowing in the wind or stuck in a tree or filling the stomach of a sea turtle who thought it was a jellyfish, I’m going to lose it.)

3. I don’t buy water in plastic bottles. We have about a dozen BPA-free reusable water bottles in the house and we use them constantly. The second benefit of this is that we don’t have plastic bottles clogging up the trash. (There’s still no recycling in Slidell. That’s a whole other blog entry, though.)

4. I buy local produce. Whether from the farm stand, from the local produce market, or from the grocery store, I choose the most local fruit and veggies I can find.
I miss certain fruits when they’re out of season, but the local stuff tastes so much better, and I’m not encouraging people to fly/ship/drive my produce all the way from Timbuktu. I figure I’m helping to save a few of the millions of gallons of fuel we use to get our pineapples here from Hawaii or our grapes here from Chile.

5. I buy organic products whenever possible. Most of the chemical fertilizers and pesticides in the U.S. are made from yes, you guessed it, oil. So, when we choose organic, not only are we choosing a healthier ecosystem and a healthier product, we’re choosing something that wasn’t doused with oil-derived chemicals.

Okay, I’ll now step down off of my plastic (but re-usable and likely post-consumer recycled) crate.

Because I live in south eastern Louisiana, I’ve volunteered to help with oil spill clean up operations. I will have a chance to do something with my own two hands to undo this environmental disaster. That makes me one very lucky “tree-hugging, bunny-loving, dirt worshipper”.

But those of you farther away can make the choice to prevent disasters like this one every day - in what you choose to buy, in when you choose to drive less, in how you make the effort to wash and re-use rather than drink and dispose.

Environmentally speaking, it’s not just the big choices, but the little, every day ones, that will keep us out of the deep water. Let’s make them before we’re in over our heads.

Happy Earth Day!

April 21st, 2010

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Nature Quote - March 25, 2010

March 25th, 2010

The mockingbird singing in the oak tree outside my window lifts my heart better than chocolate. For him, and for the fair lady he woos with his sweet spring singing, I found these quotes:

Spring would not be spring without bird songs.
- Francis M. Chapman

I sincerely congratulate you on the arrival of the mockingbird.

Learn all the children to venerate it as a superior being in the
form of a bird, or as a being which will haunt them
if any harm is done to itself or its eggs.
- Thomas Jefferson

I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.

- Emily Dickinson

Nature Quote - March 18 2010

March 18th, 2010

“All the world is a laboratory to the inquiring mind.” ~Martin H. Fischer

This one is for the wonderful eighth graders of St. Margaret Mary’s school (and their learned, local parent and teacher chaperones), with whom I was lucky enough to spend the day.

We laughed and learned together at a marsh pond near the University of New Orleans’ Coastal Education Research Facility.

I got to teach them how to touch fish and not to be afraid of spiders.

They got to teach me my favorite new word “cockaho” minnow.

Thanks, guys and gals of St. Margaret Mary’s - it was a blast!

Nature Quote - March 15, 2010

March 15th, 2010

“It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.” ~Charles Dickens

This is exactly the kind of weather we’re having today! Of course it’s Dickens who can capture the moment perfectly in words.

In pictures, today’s weather reminds me most of Windflower. Check it out:

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Winter’s Well-Timed Waiting Game

March 14th, 2010

This article was written for the March issue of Moonshine magazine online.

While most of the north is still wrapped in a winter blanket of white, here on the Gulf Coast there are already signs that spring is waiting just round the corner.

Waiting being the key word.

Though my toes ain’t froze and my streets ain’t snowed, I’m still anxious for spring. I note each tiny sign of impending primavera with a little heart’s leap for joy.

The red swamp maples are blooming. Joy!

It’s time to start putting out nesting materials for future pairs of mama and papa birds. Joy!

It’s no longer dark when I serve dinner (we eat on a three-year-old’s schedule, which is early, but I’m still counting this one)! Joy!

And so my mind finds two types of creative input from Mother Nature late this winter season: a.) Treasure the tiny things. Revel in the smallest details, and b.) Enjoy the waiting. The longer you have to hold back, the more energy with which you can spring forth!

These are not easy tasks to accomplish, especially in a world so full of over-inflated words and gestures, big screen TVs and high-definition speculation, loud and louder personalities. But, then, the best accomplishments are never easy.

Though the end of winter is when we long for color and indulgence most, through a little focus and restraint we can learn and grow creatively and re-ignite our artistic passions even before the spring sun begins to heat them up.

A few suggestions to get you going (or stopping, as the case may be):

Don’t touch the instruments of your preferred medium for a week. If you’re a photographer, no camera. If you’re a painter, no canvas. If you’re a writer, no keyboard. Though most of us have been taught to work on our craft every day, a purposeful break will renew our perspective and appreciation for our work. Keep a journal of ideas you have, or write them down on scraps of paper, but refrain and restrain from action.

Take an extra hint from the animals, though, who have spent their winter break feeding themselves well and stockpiling supplies . . . when you’re done with your break, you’d better have materials ready, because you’ll be as busy making art as the spring animals are making babies!

Refuse to accept that winter is a colorless season. Each time you go out, look for Roy. ROY G. BIV, that is. At first, brown, white, and green will be the only shades you see, but nature will give you an example of each color, I promise. (The advanced version of this little exercise is to grab a few paint chips at the local home improvement store, and grab one each time you leave the house. Find the exact colors on your paint chips, and you’ll train your eyes to see much more accurately.)

And, as always: go outside. (Being in a car doesn’t count.) Your body needs the vitamin D from winter’s weak sunshine and your mind needs some space into which it can expand.

So, even if you’re bundled from head to toe and it’s only for five minutes, be in nature purposefully. You may not yet be able to DO anything outside, but you can be there and think there and let your heart beat a little there. You can relish the tension of winter’s waiting and delight in the dream of spring.

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Banner Day for Birds and Bugs

January 22nd, 2010

Well, yesterday was a banner day for backyard birds and bugs!

Why? Well, because I finally went outside and spent a few minutes outside looking around.

It seems as if one of the major lessons in my life is that if you’re not looking, you’re not seeing.

I went (outside), I looked, I saw!

Our weather has turned absolutely gorgeous - clear blue skies and seventies, so yesterday afternoon was perfect for playing in the backyard.

This is the first time that’s happened since we moved! So, like a bad housewife but a good mother, I ditched my housework (a mountain range of laundry) and took Abbey out back.

And, oh, the reward for slacking on housework! The afternoon sun shone gold on the water and the birds were soaking up the rays in the sky.

Laughing gulls flew over head, one starling showed off every song he knew (more than I thought he had) in our neighbor’s oak, tiny warblers flitted and sang between that oak and our willow, the lesser scaups dove in the water snatching up fish with their powder blue bills, and a yellow bellied sapsucker poked around and pecked at the many old knots and holes in the willow’s bark.

A yellow bellied sapsucker! My first! Woohooo!!!!

Then, we also saw a large leaf footed bug - we’re talking almost 2 inches long here - that let us get close enough for Abbey to touch it!

Awesome, awesome, awesome afternoon! And this was just in the space of an hour or so.

How am I supposed to do laundry when there’s all of that outdoors??? I swear it’s only the need for the neighbors not to see me naked that keeps the clothes cycling through the wash. Otherwise we’d be out back in the buff, I swear.

Our Eco-Location Part 1: Water

January 19th, 2010

Giving directions to our home is easy - we’re right off of Interstate 10, four quick turns and you’re at our doorstep.

(Unless, of course, you miss the exit - it’s the last before the bridge and you’ll have to drive 17 miles, turn around, and come back all 17 till you can exit again. We know this because we’ve done it.)

There are so many required change of address forms with a move that our street address is branded on my brain. Including zip code. With the extra four digits.

In fact, even our three year old, Abbey, can reel off our address from memory.

But I want to know more about my location. I want to know the natural aspects of my home.

I’m inspired to start with the water aspect of my home ecosystem because 1) it’s literally in my backyard and 2) I spent the last 15 minutes with Abbey, watching Lesser Scaup ducks diving back there. Holding their breath, feeding underwater for five or more minutes at a time.

So what, and what kind, of water are they diving in?

I can already tell you that we’re in the Lake Pontchartrain watershed. So close to it, in fact, that any excess pesticides or fertilizers that I put on my landscape would be washed into the lake minutes after the start of even a light rain.

This is why I won’t use either in this landscape. The lake is already challenged enough.

The water quality reports indicate a good amount of dissolved oxygen in the water at the testing site a mile from our house, but after every rain the Fecal Coliform Bacteria numbers (yup, poop germs) spike so high that you can’t even swim in the water.

I don’t know what the water quality was like before Katrina and Rita, but I just met some wonderful educators at the Pontchartrain Institute for Environmental Studies who taught me that 217 square miles of wetlands were destroyed by those hurricanes.

Wetlands are nature’s sponge filters for surface water. They clean the fertilizer, pesticide, and most especially poop (wild, domestic, livestock - all varieties) out of the water before it gets to the lake.

A loss of 217 square miles - that’s about the same size as the entire city of Austin, TX - is a significant set of holes in that water filter. It’s bit like trying to use swiss cheese as a sponge.

Yes, I hear you - “But the hurricanes did it!”

But we are putting the vast amounts of additional chemicals (and pet poop - that’s washing off and through the lawn, too) into the water to be filtered. We are polluting the atmosphere and warming the planet that increases hurricane intensity.

And it doesn’t matter that we’ve just moved here (my family, I mean - though you know you’re welcome to visit - just don’t miss that last exit before the bridge) - we made our fair share of the mess by driving cars and using electricity and eating crops grown with chemicals.

In fact, since this area filters the Mississippi, and the Mississippi drains most of the agricultural land in the U.S., it’s a good bet that we’ve all made our fair share of this mess.

In short, we’ve got a lot of work to do rebuilding America’s Wetland, and I’m starting with my back yard.

Before spring rolls in (Laissez le printemps rouler?) around the middle of March, I’ll complete a Backyard Habitat landscape plan.

I’ll scan it and post it as it comes along - but I’m starting now, so feel free to start sending me ideas for native, eco-friendly and wildlife-friendly plants if you have any ideas!

In the meantime, air quality is up next on the list for examining my eco-location. Cross your fingers for low air pollution . . . but don’t hold your breath!

Adventures in Home-Cooking

January 12th, 2010

Well, folks, I have been reducing my arse off.

And by “reducing” of course I mean cooking at home instead of eating at restaurants or via drive through windows or using prepared foods and by “my arse” I literally mean my arse.

(Everything’s funnier in the British dialect, no?)

I’m down two pounds. It’s probably water weight - all weight loss seems to be water, whereas all weight gain is pure lard - Murphy’s Law.

Still, I think it might have something to do with cooking at home a lot more than I usually do.

I am certainly setting cuisine standards that I won’t be able to maintain when I get the environmental education job I’m hoping for, but what are standards if you can’t blow them to smithereens, right?

Well, this is what I’ve learned from cooking home for the past couple of weeks:

1. Dishes are wretched. They’re EVERYWHERE. All the time. There’s a concise mathematical relationship between the deliciousness of the meal you cook and the number of dishes that are dirtied by the cooking. It’s exponential.

2. Washing dishes in the dishwasher really does take less water than washing by hand. It also makes you feel less like a Dark Ages kitchen wench.

3. Never, under any circumstances, put bowls on the bottom rack of the dishwasher. It ruins the wash in every dishwasher I’ve ever owned. So you end up re-washing half the load and transform yourself into a water wasting kitchen wench. With dishpan hands.

4. Even with all the work, I still wouldn’t use disposable dishes. Why bother to tear down all of those trees for leaky, flimsy plates when you’re going to spend a bunch of time washing the pots and pans anyway? Silly kitchen wench.

Besides doing acres of dishes, I’ve also cooked some fairly fabulous meals. My favorite so far is a fairly scrumptious baked penne recipe, which I will share with those of you that have waded through my dishwater tirade thus far:

Dorothy’s Baked Penne

Ingredients:

1 package of Italian Sweet Sausage
1 package organic penne pasta
1 package organic mozzarella (pre-shredded if you can find it)
Sauce:
2 cans organic diced tomatoes
1 carrot
1 stalk of celery
1/2 to 1 sweet onion
2 cloves garlic
3 T. olive oil
Preheat oven to 350.
Put the water on to boil the pasta.
Dice the carrot, celery, and onion. Saute in olive oil in the bottom of a stock pot.
Mince the garlic. Add it to the saute when the onion starts to turn translucent.
Once the onion is translucent, add the two cans of tomatoes with their juice.
Let this simmer for 20ish minutes while you’re busy doing everything else.
Salt the boiling water and put the pasta in to cook when the water has come to a boil.
Squeeze the sausage meat out of the casings into a medium-hi pan. Break up the sausage as it cooks.
Put a little of the tomato sauce in with the sausage so you can use it to deglaze the pan (AKA scrape up and dissolve all of the yummy bits stuck to the bottom of the pan.)
Put the rest of the tomato sauce in a blender or food processor and puree it.
Put the pureed sauce and the cooked sausage back into the stock pot together.
Add a handful of the shredded mozzarella to the sauce mixture.
When the pasta is al dente, strain it and add it to the sauce mixture.
Mix thoroughly.
Spray a 13×9 pan with olive oil (or grease it in any other way you like) and dump the pasta mixture in.
Sprinkle the rest of the mozzarella all over the top.
Bake until the mozzarella on top is all bubbly and yummy - takes maybe 10 minutes.
This was a mixture of three different recipes from two different cook books with a lot of improvisation on my part. Next time I’ll add parmesan cheese, too.

It got rave reviews from the family and we had leftovers to eat lunch for two days . . . in which time I had just about cleaned all of the dishes I dirtied in making it.

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