Iva Standish Calkins

Iva was the daughter of Winnifred Lawton daughter of Lyman Lawton, descendent of Thomas, the original Lawton immigrant in Rhode Island in 1638/9.  Not only was she something like a tenth cousin to me, she was also a dear friend developed through genealogy studies via United States Postal Service.  Iva was a schoolteacher throughout most of her adult life.  At times she penned stories of her childhood as well as her teaching years.

Wash day was a hard day for mother.  Water had to be carried to the house, put in a boiler on the stove and heated.  The white clothes were boiled.  The wash tubs were placed on a fold-out frame that held two tubs with a wringer between.  Mother scrubbed one article at a time in the sudsy water, put it through the wringer and into the rinse water that had some bluing in it.  From the rinse the clothes went to the clothes line---winter or summer.  They finished drying in the house.

After six years on the Jenks farm another move was necessary.  This time we moved to a forty acre farm which years before had belonged to my grandparents Lyman and Sarah Lawton.  They raised apples and peaches.  The apple trees were still there.  I believe I was told that they carried water from a spring at the foot of a big hill near Cedar Creek.  We had a well near the house and pumped the water by hand for household use.  The horses were watered at the neighbor’s water tank.  The cows went down a winding path to the creek for clear spring water.  That ended in a loss as one day my pet cow Buttercup fell down the hill and broke so many bones she had to be butchered.  My dad got about twenty dollars out of her from the butcher shop.  This was another sad day for me.

Things Not Often Seen

Things sometime happen quickly, and that is the case here.  My wife told me there was an Amish coming down the road with an unusual load.  I looked once, looked again, and then grabbed my camera.  This is the first Amish house trailer I’ve ever seen.  The really unusual part is that huge hummingbird feeder.  That’s what happens when you shoot quickly through the window.  This fellow builds these buildings to be used as lawn storage sheds, and this is apparently a delivery to someone.

I expect that nearly everyone has heard of a waterhole.  However I think maybe not too many have seen one like this.  It is somewhat hard to determine exactly what that spot in the water really is, but let me assure you it is a water hole.  The beaver have the sluice pipe under the roadway nearly completely blocked off, but not entirely.  Therefore water is yet discharging through it, but at a slower volume than would be normal.  Due to heavy rains the past few days the pond water level has risen faster than it can discharge.  Now the pipe is underwater, but yet flowing.  So, like a sink draining, the water is going down into the pipe which is visible underwater, creating a hole in the water.

Because the water level has risen in the pond there is a spillover into the farmer’s meadow causing this small pond to form.  I doubt the farmer is going to like this so I fear for the beaver’s abode if it remains long enough for him to see it.  I hope for the best, but fear for the worst.

Creature Existence

As I entered my farmer neighbor’s field this evening I soon spotted a pair of deer.  I took a long range photo of them that it is difficult to even see them so there is no reason to add it here.  Within seconds of that, I then spotted a small black animal crossing the field.  As I approached it I saw that it was a porcupine.  Although it was not really willing to pose for a portrait I managed to get a few hurried shots of it.  Then on to the pond.

The beaver at the pond, for whatever reason, have shifted their plans.  It appears they are going to abandon their dam.  The water level on the south side of the farm road has dropped possibly 5 inches.  The dam seems intact, but the fact remains that the water level is lowering, thus the dam is leaking, and not being repaired.  At the same time the sluice pipe under the road is being blocked separating the two sides of the road.  This photo is of Bucky, with twig in mouth, swimming to the plugged sluice pipe to add a little more building material to his dam job.

While waiting to see what Bucky Beaver had in mind next I saw a muskrat, probably searching for dinner for the brood of four kits I know they have.  He swam off into the murky waters, to return no more while I was there.

I left the pond, proceeding toward my home, but traveling in the general direction where I had seen the pair of deer earlier.  Soon I had them in sight again, but this time they were a bit more willing to have their photo taken.  Although very fidgety and nervous, they remained in sight for two or three minutes as I kept slowly nearing them, all the time snapping photos.  These I know to be a pair of yearling sibling fawns from last year.

Wildlife Today

In mid-afternoon I rode through meadow and farm just to be outside and doing something.  I proceeded to the Beaver Pond and shut off the engine.  Perfect.  I could see no buildings, roads, or any close proximity to other people.  Sitting on the ATV quietly taking in all that was within my hearing and vision I became aware of bullfrogs croaking their song of lust for female companionship.  First one, and then another would burst forth with their booming voice of need for propagation of their species.

While listening to this cacophony I also became aware of a most raucous bunch of cawing from a murder of crows a few hundred yards away.  A murder is the correct name for a group of crows, but in this instance that’s what they sounded like, one of them was getting slain and the rest didn’t like it.  As I looked in that direction I could see them flying around in profusion, all the time getting more and more noisy.  As I continued to take note I could see other crows flying in from different directions.  It seemed like some sort of a party and all were invited to attend.  As suddenly as it had started, soon individuals were flying away again, and it grew quieter again until silence reigned.

I left the pond area and slowly drove back toward home.  I was moving the ATV at just about walking speed.  I neared a farm ditch bulldozed two or three years ago.  As I turned a bend I spotted a pair of ducks in the ditch water.  I tried, but as usual, I wasn’t really close enough to them to get nice photos.  It appears to me to be a pair of mallards.  Hopefully they will nest at that location for future photo ops.

Still further along, and back on my own property, I ran across Peter Cottontail.  He sat long enough for three photos before he decided it was better to be somewhere else.  I know him to have a mate there, but I didn’t see it on this occasion.

Wood Duck

I drove to the pond and shut off the engine.  For a few moments quiet surrounded me.  Then not too far away I heard the wha weeeee of a red wing blackbird.  I’ve known most of my life that they like to nest near water, and apparently there was to be a resident pair, at least, here this summer.

A few moments later, in the clear evening air, I could hear the faint, lonely whistle of a train slowly proceeding northeastward progressing from Brockville toward Prescott, Ontario, Canada.  Although I am located in the United States it is only about five or six miles from my home to Prescott, as the crow flies that is.

In the meantime a bullfrog had began its dull, deep harumph, over and over, as it advertised for a mate.  I’m reasonably sure, in bullfrog jargon, it was telling the world how great it was.

Serenity, solitude, quietness of human activity, was the name of the game.  Then from the corner of my eye I caught some movement over to my left.  I peered in that direction to spot a figure gliding across the water’s surface.  Was it Bucky Beaver, or was it an adult muskrat?  At first it was hard to tell, but as it came nearer it was neither.  It was a duck swimming quietly in my direction trying to determine if I were friend or foe.  I began to snap photos of my new-found friend in hopes I would later be able to identify the species.  I know little about waterfowl.

With a point and shoot camera, it is difficult to obtain clear shots, at least for me it is.  I managed to get good enough shots to determine that this is a male wood duck, at least I think it is.  With darkness approaching, I restarted my ATV and drove ever so slowly back to my home, hoping for something further to pop up in the way of wildlife, but no such luck this day.  Still, this was a good evening ride.  A little quiet can go a long way to recharge my old batteries sometimes.

Eastern Diamondback

My wife and I bought a new 10’ X 50” house trailer during the early months of 1962.  It was huge when compared to the 1953 8’ X 35’ Champion house trailer we had been living in.  We set the new trailer up on a large front corner lot in Cox’s Trailer Court at 9842 103^rd St on the western outskirts of Jacksonville, Florida.  103^rd St continued on west and ended near the gate to Cecil Field Naval Air Station where I was attached to VF-174 a Navy Fighter/Training Squadron.  At the time NAS Cecil was the largest Navy jet aircraft base on the east coast of the United states.  Today it has been abandoned by the Navy and the State of Florida owns it, I believe.

Anyway, at the time we lived at that address there was a small home next door, to the west.  It was right next door to our trailer.  The couple who lived there, and I do not recall their names, had two young boys, maybe six or eight years old.  Each day they came home on a school bus.  The parents both worked away from home.  The father didn’t arrive for quite some time each day, but the mother would get home about 15 minutes later than the boys.  The boys were locked out of their home for that short period each weekday afternoon.  Although we had no official status, we had an agreement with the parents to keep and eye on the kids for that brief period each day.

One bright sunny afternoon the kids got off the school bus, as they did every day.  They picked up a football and began to toss it around between them.  My wife and I were within our home only a short distance from them.  Soon I heard one of them say something about a snake.  I ran to where the two boys were looking at it from a short distance away, and recognized it as an Eastern Diamondback.  I instructed the boys to watch where it went if it moved, but not to go near it.  It was coiled in an attack mode, and making no effort to move away.  I rushed to my home, grabbed a .22 rifle and some bullets, and returned to the snake’s location.  I shot the snake.  I had often heard that they traveled in pairs, so I looked around and sure enough a few feet away was another which I also quickly dispatched.

When stretched out they were each about four feet long, not huge, but big enough.  It was just luck that the boy had spotted the snake as he played, and not gotten too close to it, or possibly even stepped on it.

Rose-breasted Grosbeak

Sunday, May 1^st, I was looking out my window for no particular reason.  It was merely what I was doing, when I couldn’t help but notice this bright colored fellow eating from the tray on the front porch.  With his coloration he sort of stands out against a mostly green background.

A little later this more drab appearing lady appeared.  She is the female half of the pair of newly-weds.  Soon they will be sharing a little nest in their own private tree.

Today, Monday the 2^nd, I traveled to the nearby beaver pond.  Shortly after my arrival I heard a mewing sound, much like a kitten.  Looking in the direction of the sound I spied a very young muskrat swimming about, apparently searching for its parents.

It stopped for a few moments to chow down on some succulent grass, and allowed me to shoot a photo or two.

Then, like the Cheshire Cat, it was gone, but left only ripples to let you know it had been there.

Waiting a few more minutes as the rain came softly falling was productive in that a short time later Bucky Beaver showed up.  It was apparently a work day for him as he had a twig in his mouth as he swam toward the sluice beneath the roadway.  After he entered I could hear the ends of the stick hitting the ribs of the pipe.  Moments later he was swimming away again never having left the pipe on the other end.  I wonder if he is building a dam within the pipe to raise the water level on one side of the road to a higher level than the other.  I guess that would be a split level home.

On my return trip to my home I spotted these dandelions.  They are the first I’ve seen this year.