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Four more pieces shipping the The Artisan’s Bench tomorrow. These simple pieces look great when combined with others.



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photo 1Most of my experiences with ovenbirds happened before I canoed the Northern Forest Canoe Trail. My trail experiences are limited to a few fleeting glimpses and calls from trees.

My training for the Northern Forest Canoe Trail was multi-faceted. I trained physically by hiking, paddling, lining and poling and spent many weekends in the forest testing myself and equipment.

Knowing that I would be paddling in the summer, when the forest canopy would make sighting many forest birds impossible, I spent a great deal of time ear training.

For ear training I used two apps, iBird Pro and Larkwire Birdsong Pro. The iBird app is a huge field guide complete with descriptions, photos, paintings and recorded calls. All birds are cross referenced with birds with similar features or calls. I generally use this app, on my iPhone, to confirm (or not) when I am not certain of a call that I have heard. Larkwire Birdsong is a ear training method that uses recording, photos, drills and games to facilitate learning and differentiating calls.

A quick note – There are birders that use these calls to draw birds out of cover to be more clearly observed. There is are photo 2two camps on this practice — those that believe the practice is justified and those that believe the practice is disruptive and has a negative impact and causing undue anxiety in birds.

On an early training hike, I was camped in Shades State Park in west central Indiana. I set up camp, cooked on a Sve 123, ate dinner and sat down with an iPad to review and practice birding by ear. I had forgotten my earphones. Thoughtlessly I turned the volume low and accessed a recording of an ovenbird that I thought that I had heard earlier.

“Teacher-teacher-teacher-teacher” the recording played confirming what I had thought I had heard.

I never expected what happened next. The trees and brush around me exploded with agitated ovenbirds.

For several minutes, several birds, flitted across the open campsite scolding and buzzing angrily.

As quickly as the assault had begun, the forest resumed its quiet order. The deserved rebuke was over. Earphones were added to my packing list for the Northern Forest Canoe Trail.

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I’ve been birding Ritchey Woods, in Fishers, Indiana, every Sunday morning for the last few weeks. It’s a mixed bag. The birding is great, but it’s adjacent to a noisy highway and airport and is frequented by trail runners and dog walkers.

(Trail runners and dog walkers are fine people. They just tend to throw birds into hiding and startle people intently staring into the treetops.)

I’ve heard a great deal of chatter about a great horned owl nest in the woods. Having no luck in finding myself I made a des fete inquiry and was rewarded to directions to the nesting tree.

It turns out (of course) that I’ve walked within 20′ of this tree every Sunday morning for weeks. Kudos to owl behavior and camouflage. This morning my wife and I found the tree, but no owls. Another birder informed us that they had left the nest in the last day, or so. One fledgling (I believe that there are two) was found in a nearby tree, where I had seen a large bird drop earlier (presumably a parent). 

We had a nice long look. Hopefully they’ll return to this nest next spring and we’ll know just where to look.

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At Union Falls, New York, a large pond (of the same name) spills over a dam and tumbles over the rocks and ledges to make a fast and wild plunge to Lake Champlain. This stretch of river is no match for my skills or for my wood and canvas canoe. It’s here that I elected to strap the wheels to the boat and hunker down for a long portage.


 From a small park the road drops down to cross the river adjacent to the ancient dam and powerhouse. The iron bridge, was enveloped in spray from the dam and waterfalls. Turning right onto the Casey Road I found myself plunged into another time and place. 

This was the time and place I sought. This was rural Maine — the rural Maine of my childhood.

Here the forest is a mix of beech, maple, birch, pine and spruce. The narrow lane, paved in macadam, was lined in ancient loose stone walls. In the margins of the road–where sunlight filtered through the overhanging trees–wild flowers grew. These were the same windflowers my sister and I would gather on those ancient Maine roads many years ago. I expected to see a familiar fox or pheasant dart across the road ahead if me.


 My pleasant walk was interrupted. Not by a fox or a pheasant, but by something completely alien to me.

I was attacked by a deranged two-legged raccoon. That was my first thought as a chattering brown and black striped animal exploded from the underbrush.

Before I had time to gather my thoughts into something rational, the animal slowed and assumed a posture that I had often studied in my field guides. I was under attack by a ruffed grouse. 

For the next five minutes the bird moved about me and the boat, posturing and blustering. 

I realized his bird was protecting a nest or offspring, so I moved along. When I last saw him, he was sitting on a shoulder high branch sending me along my way.

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 We get our share of warblers in Indiana — those tiny, flighty often often hard to see gems of the forest. Most are here for a few weeks in May on their way to the northern forests.

I was excited to see warblers on the Northen Forest Canoe Trail. I’m busy with work and home in the spring and don’t often have a chance to pursue warblers while they pass through here. 

The problem that I knew I would face was that these birds would be difficult to see in the north woods–a Forest known for it’s thick canopy of mixed conifers and hardwoods. I could not rely on eyesight alone, so I studied and practiced birding by ear.  (With my phone I was able to practice and reference bird calls in the field.)

I’ve not become a master — heck I probably wouldn’t even stand out in a group of practiced birders — but I did learn to find more birds with ear than eye.

I had been paddling a series of two or three lakes in the Adirondacks. Each lake dumped, through a series of waterfalls and whitewater to the next. After portaging one of these stretches I leaned against a rock, pulled my hat over my eyes and took a nap. 

Some time later I woke to a bird song that I didn’t know. Northern Parula, I bird I had never seen or heard, popped into my head. I checked with my phone. Sure enough, it was the call of the Northern Parula. Though I had never studied the bird or its call, I had come across it enough times that it had become fixed in my sub-conscience. After that afternoon I heard the call often — but never saw one with my eyes.

This Northern Parula is carved of white pine, has brass tack eyes and steel wire legs. The base is made from wood repurposed from antique crates and a birch twig from New England. He stands 6 1/2″ t x 4 1/2″ l x 3 1/4″ w.

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The Movies

For my Indiegogo crowd sourcing campaign I made a couple simple movies.  The first is about my upcoming canoe expedition on the Northern Forest Canoe Trail.  The second tells a bit about the materials I choose for my work. 

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Yesterday I spent time in the shop putting finishing touches on these two birds.  These are perks that will be sent to folks that are supporting my upcoming Northern Forest Canoe Trail trip through my Indiegogo campaign.  Many thanks to all that have helped.  These two are going to Gordie Felt, Remsen, NY and to James Kelly of Indianapolis.



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