Larry Stone's Iowa Listening to the Land

June 14, 2015

Water! Cool water!

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male cardinal


With temperatures in the 80s and the dew point pushing 70, we wimpy humans may retreat to the cool of an air-conditioned house. But birds have a better way.


A steady stream of feathered bathers took dips and drinks in our backyard pool on a recent sweltering afternoon. And what entertainment for us, as we watched from the window of a slightly cooler house!

female cardinal

Perhaps lured by the gurgling of water of the recirculating, pump, a pair of robins began the aquatic antics. Then came the male and female cardinals, splashing and shaking vigorously before hopping to a nearby shrub to preen.grosbeak


The impatient rose-breasted grosbeak butted in before the cardinals had finished, making it a public bath. Not to be outdone, a catbird appeared on the edge of the pool, then furiously ruffled its feathers and sent spray flying.


The common yellowthroat, more nervous than the larger birds, jumped down, then up, then down again onto the wet rocks. The masked warbler finally zipped away to the seclusion of a more private grooming perch.yellowthroat


A more reserved mourning dove walked along the rock wall, occasionally pausing for a drink, but too dignified to take a plunge.


Lesson learned: For better birding, try water!




June 11, 2015

Head for “The Hills”

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Runkel preserve sunriseSylvan Runkel State Preserve


“The Hills.”

When you see those undulating ridges, accented with dark-green trees and lighter green grassland, you know you’re back in Iowa’s Loess Hills.

The annual Loess Hills Prairie Seminar provides an unparalleled opportunity to get in touch with some of Iowa’s wildest land. You can hike steep trails, enjoy scenic vistas, learn to identify prairie plants, chase insects, watch birds, get to know reptiles and amphibians, delve into local history, or just relax around a campfire.

wild roseWild rose

We make the pilgrimage almost every spring, traveling from our home in northeast Iowa’s bedrock-molded “Driftless Area” all the way across the state to where the landscape is shaped by “loess.”

Glaciers covering the northern Great Plains 31,000 to 12,500 years ago melted in the summer heat, sending torrents of muddy water down the broad Missouri River valley. But when winter’s cold stopped the meltwater, the dry riverbed was exposed to fierce winds that piled the silt up on the east side of the valley and beyond.


Those drifts of loess – some more than 150 feet high – have gradually eroded to sculpt the rugged Loess Hills landform. The unique soils and topography are habitat for an array of flora and fauna that may only be found in “The Hills.” Yuccas bloom on the ridges. Spadefoot toads burrow into the loose soil. Blue grosbeaks hide in roadside thickets to taunt eager bird-watchers.

At dusk, the eerie howls of coyotes and the incessant calls of whip-poor-wills echo from the valleys.

black rat snakeBlack rat snake!

            Our grandson Zachary, age 5, made his first trip to The Hills this year – and explored Nature to the point of exhaustion. After a fascinating morning of meeting Carol and Nancy Schwarting’s live snakes, turtles, salamanders, frogs, and toads, Zac spent the afternoon chasing bugs. What fun to swing his butterfly net through the tall grass, capturing dragonflies, spiders, lightning bugs, flies, caterpillars, and other tiny critters that usually lurk unseen in the prairie!

bug chasin'Chasin’ bugs

            Older brother Isaac, 13, a veteran of several earlier seminars, volunteered to be a teacher. He teamed up with Grandma Margaret to help kids make plaster casts of animal tracks. (It’s always fun when kids can get their fingers dirty and create their own art work!)

And I just can’t go to “The Hills” without hiking to the top of the Sylvan Runkel State Preserve. This year’s pink sunrise, blooming yucca, singing towhees, dewy leadplant, and soaring turkey vultures accented the striking view of the Missouri River valley and the distant hills of Nebraska.

As Sylvan Runkel loved to say, and to sing:

“Away, away then I must go! Up into these hills where the prairies grow. And Nature speaks to let us know . . . The Wisdom in a Flower!”

hills to the horizon

Hills to the horizon

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