We Should Have Done Something Then!

Does history repeat itself? In essence, that was the question my wife posed to me this evening as we watched the television news reports of the federally-invoked separation of mothers and babies; the tent cities housing thousands of minor children; and the terror of parents who had sought refuge in this country from chaos and potentially certain death in their own countries only to find it worse here. Mothers, forcibly separated from their infants and toddlers who were shuttled away to be placed in facilities within which no one but designated federal agents were allowed to observe. Children sobbing as they were taken by armed military strangers to hidden interment facilities. Thus, my wife’s question, “Do you think in 1936, 1937, or 1938, as a middle-class husband and wife sat in their living room in Berlin, Germany and listened on the radio to the actions of the Nazi regime, they asked each other, ‘What is happening to our country?’” seemed justified. Are we truly experiencing history repeating itself?

An answer of “absolutely” becomes more and more accurate with the dawn of each day and the new series of ‘Trumpian Twitters’ that appear to now be the process of which we steer the political direction of our nation. Sadly, in the eyes of other nations we are now seen to applaud dictatorial authoritarianism where the leader replicates an infallible deity. We are noted to define ‘human rights’ as any action that benefits the wealthy Caucasian minority (who control 90% of the world’s wealth). We regularly find scapegoats in those groups of limited wealth and education without power to fight back, and we pride ourselves as Biblical scholars and interpreters, misusing scripture and evangelical Christians as our shield. In essence, we are a country in rapid decline; a country, if not wrought by revolution in the future, that will become subservient to countries that better interpret history, if there ever is such a country. As our current leader has so regularly tweeted…Sad!




The Sound of Silence?

The irony of being hearing impaired is that you don’t appear physically different from anyone else. You don’t walk with a white cane, or a seeing-eye dog, or with help from others as you would if you were blind. You’re not confined to a wheel chair or use a cane or crutches or have visible deformities, scars or missing limbs. You simply can’t hear. You look like everyone else, wear bright t-shirts, tennis shoes, ball caps. You drive a car…you can even ride a bike. You smile, nod, sneeze, cough. Thus when you converse with the soft-voiced grocery store checker; the waitress with the foreign accent; or the slurred answer of the hardware store salesperson and ask them to repeat themselves (often more than once) they assume you just don’t understand them. You’re old, senile, and confused or have a low IQ. When you ask them to repeat, often for a second time, they become irritated. They treat you as if you were simply stupid.

Hearing aids, often hidden, don’t necessarily compensate for hearing loss and in some cases even aggravate the situation. They increase the volume but often further impair the clarity. You hear the noise but not the words. And you are never really sure just what direction the noise is coming from.

Hearing impaired people often have to significantly change their habits. Attending parties, meetings or other crowded events is exasperating because the confusion of a multitude of voices prevents you from being able to converse, even when someone standing in front of you. You regularly wonder if you should have nodded when you shook your head. Thus, you choose to avoid such events. Of course concerts and music festivals become a thing of the past. You remember music but no longer hear much of it without earphones, and then only partially. Sound systems in automobiles are a waste of money. So is going to the movies because no matter how much you want to see the picture, the dialog is lost. Watching television requires high volume, annoying to others in the room, or requires wearing earphones that eliminates conversation and only partially improves comprehension. You get an inkling of what’s going on but not all the specifics. Situation comedies are a thing of the past and you get most of your news by reading.

Thus, one reverts to spending more time in activities where verbal intercourse is not required, avoiding situations where hearing might be required. These are lonely activities; sitting at a computer, walking in the woods, crafts and art, reading. You wave to your neighbors rather than walking over and having a conversation. You smile when your grandchildren whisper “secrets” in your ear and don’t tell them that you heard nothing. Your dog accepts your problem… your spouse no so much.

A number of years ago I gave a nature program to a nursing home. A well-dressed man sat in a chair alone in the corner. I asked. “Why don’t you come over where you can better see the slides?” I asked. “He can’t hear you,” the nurse said, “he’d rather be alone.” Now I know why.

Children are just small animals!

Never, in my almost 80 years as a once proud American citizen would I have even considered that my country would be charged with human rights violations by the United Nations. But, as we now rip infants and toddlers away from their parents and put them in cages to await a (so far) unplanned fate, we have surpassed many of the crimes of those countries we once condemned.
I have little hope for the future of the “American Way of Life” as I know too many proud citizens who turn a blind eye to this travesty and only worry about the availability of guns and that the cost of automobiles, beer and gasoline might increase.

Galveston Island, Texas

Galveston, Oh Galveston, I still hear your sea winds blowing…Sang Glen Campbell in 1969

On November 6, 1528, the Spanish conquistador Alvar Nunez Cabeza de Vaca shipwrecked on a low sandy island off the coast of Texas. Starving, dehydrated, and desperate, he is the first European to set foot on the soil of the future Lone Star state. What he found was a flat, marshy ground occupied by a native American population that survived on roots and tubers dug from the ground and seasonal catches of fish in the estuaries.


Senor Cabeza de Vaca would not recognize the site today but if he had the gold he sought, he and his fellow sailors could survive well on McDonald’s burgers and various food stuffs supplied from the Super Wal-Mart and many restaurants now located there, and reside in luxury in the numerous resort hotels lining the beaches.

The city of Galveston is situated on Galveston Island, a barrier island off the Texas Gulf coast near the mainland coast. The domain of Jean Lafitte, the famed pirate and American hero of the War of 1812, it is now a major tourist destination for Texas and the southern states.


On September 8, 1900, the island was struck by a devastating hurricane that holds the record as the United States’ deadliest natural disaster. The city was devastated, and an estimated 6,000 to 8,000 people on the island were killed. For the most part, urban development has taken all but the most low-elevation wetlands, mudflats and tidal estuaries and homes there are built on stilts to protect from the ravages of tropical storms and hurricanes when the storm surge covers the island.


Commercial sites are now protected by an immense sea wall that runs nearly half the length of the Island.


The beaches are crowded with sunbathers and surf boarders skim through the normally small Atlantic waves.


Galveston Island is the first land available for songbirds migrating north across the Gulf of Mexico from their winter haunts in Central and South America. Finding a mound supporting trees on this naturally flat barrier island ( initially created in the 1950’s by the local cattle ranchers to allow their cattle a retreat from the flooding of tropical storms and hurricanes) they land there to drink, feed and rest before moving on.

An ornithological graduate from Florida State University, Jim Stevenson, has owned the property since 1995. In the spring of 1996, he started keeping track of the birds he’s observed in or from his yard. His yard list of 318 species holds the record in the U.S.


Bird watchers and photographers from all over the world visit Jim’s property in the spring months to view and photograph these migrating species, many on their way to as far away as Canada.


Birds I photographed at Stevenson Woods from May 5-9, 2018, included:

Scarlet Tanager
Scarlet Tanager 3
Summer TanagerSummer Tanager 5

Yellow-billed CuckooYellow-billed Cuckoo 5

Rose-breasted GrosbeakRose-breasted Grosbeak 5

Blackburnian WarblerBlackburnian Warbler 2

Chestnut-sided WarblerChestnut-sided Warbler 1a

Bay-breasted WarblerBay-breasted Warbler 5

Yellow WarblerYellow Warbler

Magnolia WarblerMagnolia Warbler 2

American RedstartAmerican Redstart 3

Red-eyed VireoRed-eyed Vireo 3

Swainson’s ThrushSwainson's Thrush 2


Brown ThrasherBrown Thrasher 1

Bronzed CowbirdBronzed Cowbird 3

Common NighthawkCommon Nighthawk 3

Northern CardinalCardinal 14

Gray CatbirdGray Catbird 2

And while we were watching for birds we were sometimes entertained by reptiles in the nearby bushes.

AnoleAnole 2

Speckled KingsnakeSpeckled Kingsnake 1

When the heat and humidity drove us from the sauna-like blinds, we headed to the estuaries, beaches and mudflats for a different variety of bird species.


Birds I found in these areas included:

Black SkimmerBlack Skimmer 3

Black SkimmerDSC09154

Clapper RailClap[per Rail 4

Tri-colored HeronTri-colored Heron 7

Great Blue HeronDSC08270

Snowy EgretSnowyEgret31

Yellow-crowned HeronYellow-crowned Night Heron 2

White IbisDSC02066

Roseate SpoonbillRoseate Spoonbill a

Black-bellied Whistling DucksDSC01536(1)

Black-bellied PloverBlack-bellied Plover 2

Wilson’s PloverWilson Plover 1


Least SandpiperLeast Sandpiper 1

Stilt SandpiperStilt Sandpiper 1

DunlinDunlin 1

Lesser YellowlegsLesser Yellowlegs 1

Spotted SandpiperSpotted Sandpiper 5

Semitropic CormorantNeotropic Cormorant 3

Galveston Island!  Yep…a great place for birds but I sure wouldn’t want to live there!

Thoughts and Prayers

“Thoughts and prayers.” Oh how heartfelt. I would imagine our legislators in the house and senate have programmed a key on their cell phones to immediately text that out when the next school shooting occurs. It certainly reduces the hurt, sorrow, loss for those whose children they’ll never play with again; laugh with again; watch playing sports; or hug on their birthdays. Going beyond “thoughts and prayers” our sociopathic President lamented, “We grieve for the terrible loss of life and send our support to everyone affected by this absolutely horrific attack.” Oh my, that almost brings tears to my eyes. Unfortunately, this expression of grief followed his pledge to the NRA earlier this month that “the second amendment will never ever be under siege as long as I am your president.”
Isn’t it about time we quit applying 18th century laws to 21st century weapons? We stopped doing that with automobiles years ago. Oh yes, I forgot…the 2nd Amendment was ordained by God!
Such a sick society, I’m ashamed to be part of it.


Portal, Arizona! Where the Hell is Portal, Arizona? Well, it’s on the AZ/NM border about 8 miles from Rodeo, New Mexico and 60 miles north of Mexico. It’s in a part of our country that has no gas stations; no grocery stores; 2 cafes that may, or may not be open; and a lot of land covered with mesquite and creosote bush. If you’re in Portal and need gas it’s 30 miles by gravel road back to I-10. So why would anyone want to go there? It’s for the birds! Birds that live there; birds that migrate there from Mexico and South America; desert birds and mountain birds. This was my second trip there, lodging and dining at some single cottages after loading up on groceries (and some beer) for the week before I left Tucson.
Cool weather had delayed the migration so most of the birds found were residents. But the week provided some excellent opportunities for photography, over 20 species. Here are some of the results:


Scott's Oriole 13

Scott’s Oriole


Bullock's Oriole 4

Bullock’s Oriole




Hooded Oriole 4

Hooded Oriole


Crissal Thrasher 1

Crissal Thrasher


Curve-billed Thrasher 18

Curve-billed Thrasher


Canyon Towhee 1

Canyon Towhee


Roadrunner 17

Greater Roadrunner



Painted Redstart


Mexican Jay 6

Mexican Jay


Bridled Titmouse

Bridled Titmouse


Chipping Sparrow 3

Chipping Sparrow


Dark-eyed Junco

Dark-eyed Junco (red-backed race)


Lucy's Warbler 3

Lucy’s Warbler


Pygmy Owl 17

Pygmy Owl


Inca Dove 1

Inca Dove



Red-naped Sapsucker 1

Red-naped Sapsucker



Arizona Woodpecker


Pyruloxia 9




Black-throated Sparrow



Coati 5




Coues Deer








Worser and Worser

In June, 2015, when Donald Trump declared his candidacy I laughed and said, “Well, it can’t get any worse than this!”
A year later, again in June, when Trump was nominated to run for President by the Republican Party I smiled and shook my head, and said, ”Well, it doesn’t get much worse than this.”
In November, 2016, when Trump secured the Presidency I unabashedly  claimed, “It’ll never get worse than this!”
But then as each week brought new issues: Access Hollywood; Charlottesville; Comey; Bannon; Russian election meddling;  “I’m rubber and you’re glue“ dialogue with Kim Jong Un; Cohen and Stormy Daniels; etc., I worried, “Could it really get any worse than this?”

And now each evening I watch the day’s news and go to bed saying, “It absolutely can’t get any worse than this?”
But by the time the morning tweets are posted it always has.