1.06.2025

Cold & Ice!

"Reject your sense of injury and the injury itself disappears."

― Marcus Aurelius
"What the heck is that guy doing? He's gonna get hurt!"

Maybe! But I do, on occasion, take unnecessary risks for my art. 
I crouched in the bitter cold to capture these mesmerizing ice baubles that cling to the edges of flowing water, sculpted by Nature. The creek isn't very deep, but it's never the depth that kills you—it's the headlong tumble, the unforgiving impact. I often flirt with unnecessary risks for the perfect shot, a truth I embrace with a mix of pride and caution.
In other news, my 2025 non-list birding list is starting to take shape. I'm doing well with strigiformes and emberizids, though nothing particularly remarkable has shown up yet. Meanwhile, Dane County's "Reliables" have taken a strong lead in that competitive birding thing. However, some of them still struggle to identify a House Wren or American Goldfinch by their vocalizations, while others can't tell a Baltimore Oriole feather from a Northern Flicker's. It seems like a few of them might be better at reading maps and driving a car than at actual birding.
All images © 2025 Mike McDowell

1.04.2025

[X] Snowy Owl

In stark contrast to the New Glarus bird, here's the unharassed, unmolested, unpaparazzi'd Snowy Owl. 

And that's just this year!

Snowy Owl image © 2025 Mike McDowell

1.01.2025

Let the Listing Begin!

 [X] American Crow

12.29.2024

Final Outings for 2024

"Expert birders learn to look at birds differently—they look longer and more closely than most birders. They form an initial impression, but they then divorce themselves from it to look at it anew, always double-checking. Their mindset changes from being about making the call first, to being about getting it right in the end. Expert birders are often the ones that forgo an emotional response to a rarity in favor of a rational examination of the situation. Instead of saying ‘got it’, and quickly ticking off a rarity on their lists, they identify the bird for themselves, sometimes coming to a different (and often unpopular!) conclusion."

— Brian Sullivan
As I close out another year of nature blogging, I find myself reflecting on how much has changed. 2025 will mark two decades of this journey, and over the years, the blog has grown and evolved along with me. My interests have shifted, friendships have transformed, and even my approach to photography has seen its share of changes. As a birder, I see my journey divided into three distinct eras, each marking a significant transition in the way I approach birding and the kind of birder I've become today:

  • Solitary birding at Pheasant Branch (ended around 1998).
  • Wisconsin Birding Network (ended with Facebook, 2008).
  • Eagle Optics (ended with its closing in 2017).

After an eight-year setback in the budding metropolis of Wausau, I moved back to the Madison area in 1985 but didn't discover Pheasant Branch until 1987. For nearly a decade, I explored the area mostly on my own, until I came across the Wisconsin Birding Network WISBIRDN. Submitting regular reports transformed my experience of spring and fall migrations along the creek corridor. While Pheasant Branch remains a favorite spot for many birders, I can't help but feel it's not what it once was—bird populations have declined, and I think birds there would thrived better if it was left more untamed and feral. Paving the trail came with benefits and detriments. 

Without diving too deeply into a critique of modern birding and birders, WISBIRDN had its share of issues—chasing, stringing, arguments, and other behaviors that often brought out the worst in people. In hindsight, I somewhat regret stumbling across WISBIRDN, though it was likely inevitable. Moving to social media only amplified things I dislike about contemporary birding. 

My time at Eagle Optics was a birding zenith of sorts. It rendered opportunities to travel to places like South Texas, Southeast Arizona, Florida, and many other states. I had gone to several birding festivals like the Rio Grande, Space Coast, and Midwest Birding Symposium. This era coincided with my digiscoping efforts, avian advocacy group memberships, various social media experiments (this blog, for one), field trips (leading and attending), optics snobbery, accolades, awards, etc. I even got to go birding with David Allen Sibley—what an honor that was!

Not much has changed since 2017. As you know, I've shifted my focus more toward tiger beetles and other insects, though I still enjoy birding—now primarily with a small group of kindred spirits. I haven't quite defined this fourth and current era, but its relaxed pace and comforts feel reminiscent of the first. Blending fieldwork, professional pursuits, and regular reading, this blog's name, Máistir Nádúraí, feels more fitting than ever. In can be translated from Irish to Master of Nature or Master Naturalist

In a digression, I've long felt that today's Master Naturalist programs are a clever con dressed in the guise of environmental education. With fees that border on the absurd, they promise mastery but deliver little more than a few superficial tidbits on flora and fauna, hardly enough to warrant the title. The program's real genius lies not in imparting profound knowledge, but in leveraging your labor as a volunteer to prop up its underwhelming curriculum. For a price, you get an entry-level understanding of Nature, but no genuine expertise. It's a system that capitalizes on well-meaning individuals, turning them into unpaid drones, all while offering a certification that amounts to little more than a certificate of compliance. 

Right? You can freely disagree, if you like.

So, here we are at the close of 2024. For my unofficial record, I didn’t pursue Cow Path or Long-lipped tiger beetles, so once again, my annual total is 14 out of Wisconsin's 16 species. As for birding, I started the year with a 2024 list but let it go at some point. I'd estimate around 220 species, mostly from Dane County, with a solid number from Sauk.

With apologies to Walt Whitman ...

When I heard the learn'd ornithologist,
When the field notes, the data, were lined in neat rows before me,
When I was shown the maps and graphs, to track, count, and analyze them,
When sitting I heard them as they lectured with great enthusiasm in the hall,
How soon, inexplicably, I became weary and restless,
Till rising and stepping out, I wandered off alone,
Into the quiet, shadowed air of the woods, and from time to time,
Heard the birds' calls and songs as day began to fade.

I think most birders evolve—what kind of birder are you? 

What kind would you like to be?
On Christmas Day, Sue and I went to our favorite spot along the Wisconsin River. There were several Bald Eagles soaring above with Common Mergansers and Goldeneye on the water. A Belted Kingfisher called out as it jetted along the river and a few Dark-eyed Juncos patrolled the vegetation along the shore. A Sharp-shinned Hawk dashed through as well. My beloved tiger beetles were present, just underground as larvae or overwintering adults. It's interesting for me to visit cherished natural areas throughout the year to see how things phenologically transform. 
Nifty ice forming along the shore ...
Heading toward Sauk City ...
There was daylight time remaining, perhaps a few hours, so we decided to hike Grottos Trail at Devil's Lake State Park. Though late, I thought there would still be a chance to catch a whistle or two of a Townsend's Solitaire.
I kept my ears tuned-in while taking some scenic shots of the East Bluff ...
As the sun's final rays slipped through the branches of the trees, casting long shadows and painting the forest in golden hues, the air was still and serene. Though we had hoped to catch a glimpse of a solitaire, the beauty of the scene made up for the absence. The trees stood like silent sentinels while the fading light illuminated the landscape in a way that felt almost sacred. In that moment, Nature's quiet majesty was enough, and the hunt for the bird seemed trivial.
The lake was almost entirely frozen. 
The middle area looks like open water, but it's actually ice ... thin ice! I did not venture too far from the shore to take these photographs. Even if I had broken through, I would have only been up to my ankles in icy water. A few others ventured out quite a bit further than I felt comfortable doing, though.
We returned to Devil's Lake yesterday and spotted two Townsend's Solitaires at Devil's Doorway. On our last visit, I lost a pocket knife and a cherished water bottle near Potholes Trail. I had a pretty good idea of where they were, so we made a direct route to the spot and recovered them. It was much easier this time since nearly all the snow had melted, but going up to the top of the bluff remains a tricky endeavor during winter—dry rocks are slippery, wet rocks are slippery, ice-covered rocks are slippery. Trekking poles and crampons are highly recommended. 
All images © 2024 Mike McDowell

12.26.2024

True, true ...


All images © 2024 Mike McDowell

12.24.2024

Ultra II HSS: Absurdly Ridiculous.

"I wanted to write about the moment when your addictions no longer hide the truth from you. When your whole life breaks down. That's the moment when you have to somehow choose what your life is going to be about."

― Chuck Palahniuk
Guitars!

Gear Acquisition Syndrome (GAS) – it's a powerful force that some argue should be officially recognized in the DSM-5-TR Manual. Despite my initial resolve to skip Fender's new Stratocaster Ultra II series, I eventually gave in to GAS and picked up the HSS model in Sinister Red. This guitar features Fender's latest Noiseless pickups, with a Haymaker humbucker that packs a punch, delivering a bold, dynamic sound with a touch of aggression, perfect for rock and metal. I'm a big fan of the black anodized pickguard and the rolled fret edges. While the glow-in-the-dark side fret dots are a cool feature, I doubt I'll ever use them, as I'm not planning on hitting the stage again. I managed to snag a solid frequent buyer discount, though I'm sure it just feeds my addiction. Regardless, it's a gorgeous guitar, and I'm thankful to have one in my collection.

Freshly opened after waiting 24 hours for it to climatize ...
Most of you probably don't follow the guitar market like I do, but there was a huge sales boom during the pandemic. Naturally, it didn't last and many new purchasers gave up on learning to play and have since put their instruments for sale online, especially Reverb.com ― there are over 10,000 used Strats there right now. But they're also being resold via guitar shops and other online venues as well. Tens of thousands of near-mint used guitars selling at great prices. 

It's definitely a buyer's market, so selling guitars from my collection isn't ideal at the moment. I do plan to sell at some point, and while I probably won't make a huge profit overall, a few of my guitars have seen a significant increase in value. When a model is discontinued, like my Lucerne Aqua Firemist EJ Signature Stratocaster, it usually commands a higher resale price. For now, though, the used market is completely saturated, so I just focus on keeping the guitars I don't play often well-maintained.
The lovely anodized pickguard ...
A nifty matching strap ...
Plugged in and ready to jam!
While I don’t always stick to it, I'm trying to follow the philosophy of selling a guitar I don't play very often before buying another new one. It helps me keep my collection focused and meaningful. Over time, I've sold a few instruments, and while it's not always easy to let go, it feels like a step toward refining what I own. By doing this, I avoid accumulating guitars that just gather dust and make space for new ones that I'm genuinely excited to play and add to my collection. 

All images © 2024 Mike McDowell

12.18.2024

Pheasant Branch in the Fog

"There's a certain deeper sort of beauty in the bleak. I see it that bleak is beautiful in part because it is too deathly and grim to fathom itself so."

― Criss Jami
All images © 2024 Mike McDowell

12.14.2024

An Outing!

"The only way to deal with this life meaningfully is to find one's passion, and that means to abandon what does not serve it.

— Friedrich Nietzsche
My back is feeling significantly better thanks to Aleve, Flexeril, lidocaine patches, a back brace, stretches, and more. I'm still not out of the woods, but I was well enough to do some hiking at Pheasant Branch Prairie last weekend. I have no idea what happened—there was no specific injury I can recall. I just woke up one morning barely able to get out of bed. This nightmare overlapped with a bacterial skin infection I had to fight with antibiotics. Anyway, things are a lot better now. 
After being cooped up for two weeks, it felt wonderful to stretch my legs again on an unseasonably warm day. There weren't many birds to see, but the fresh air and the chance to put some steps in were invigorating. Among the species I did encounter were Dark-eyed Juncos, plenty of American Tree Sparrows, White-breasted Nuthatch, Black-capped Chickadee, Red-bellied Woodpecker, Blue Jay, Sandhill Cranes, Red-tailed Hawk, Herring Gulls, and a few first-year White-crowned Sparrows.
Ya gotta love those youngster White-crowneds, right? As I near 60, I find myself contemplating the inevitability of a final visit to the prairie I've cherished and explored for nearly three decades. I'm profoundly grateful to have Pheasant Branch practically in my own backyard—an ever-reliable teacher of the Natural World and its many wonders.
I've included a few photographs of the oak savanna on the drumlin—a landscape that's always inspired me with its quiet beauty. I realize this isn't a long blog post, and truthfully, I didn't have much material to work with this time. I'm not even sure who all my readers are these days, but for those of you who follow along, thank you for your patience with the sparseness. Hopefully, a few nature photos make up for the brevity.
Over recent years, I've distanced myself from many people who've disappointed me, and in hindsight, I realize that many of them weren't truly good friends. There have been others whose actions and words were less than sincere and often lacked depth, and there was a time when harsh words were exchanged over their thoughtlessness. These experiences have shaped my approach to relationships, and now I find myself more comfortable with deliberate isolation. I've come to value my peace more than maintaining connections with people who haven't earned it. Thankfully, I've found a few who share a deeper, more meaningful connection, and they, along with a select few others, make up the circle of people I trust.

Kindred Spirits.
Cool fungus, but I already miss tiger beetles and all the other insects! With the Solstice near and a long winter ahead, I find myself somewhat less inspired to get out there as often as I once did. These days, rather than focusing on quantity, I try to make the most of my outings by savoring their quality. A fungus will do just fine.

All images © 2024 Mike McDowell