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Getting Lost


In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.
The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down what seemed to be a very deep well.

Well apparently there are some Red Cockaded Woodpecker colonies somewhere south of here.  Want to try and find those?  Well, why not?  It will take an hour to get there.  And of course, as usual, there might not be any there.  But it is a nice day.

Peterson says:  “Zebra backed with black cap.  White cheek is obvious field mark.  Male’s tiny red cockade is hard to see.  Endangered.”

Okay, so that will be something.  Anyway, I like it when they name the bird after its least noticeable feature.  So, we can have lunch and then go in search of . . .

We go east, then south, and then I realize that I don’t really have a map with me, and I only barely remember the name of the town that is nearby, Brant or something like that.  “Did you bring the book with the maps?”  “No.”  “Okay, then I am going to turn west at the next opportunity because I am pretty sure we are on the eastern edge of the habitate.”  “Yeah, go ahead.”

So now we are going west (sort of).  “Hey wasn’t that a woodpecker that just flew.  It had that sort of flight pattern.  Maybe we should stop and look around.”  “Well, there are not many pines here, but I am kind of sick of driving, so yes.”  So, we stop and it does seem to be a woodpecker in some oak trees some ways off.  I can’t quite make it out.  Kathy notices a hawk even further off.  We get the scope on it, and it looks like a Red Tailed Hawk.  I remember Matt mentioning that the Red Tail has the band across the front.  Eventually the hawk flies to a different branch, and is mostly now hidden from view.  So we move on.  West, but maybe a little North as well.  And now maybe a little East as well, and then back to our original South.  “There’s that cross again.”  A small pink roadside monument to bad driving.

I don’t think we are technically lost because we can just turn around an go home.  But we are a little bit lost because we don’t know how to get where we want to go. And a little less lost, because Kathy finds the book with the maps, and we now have some city names that we can put in the GPS.  That helps.  We find another road West.  This feels better.  I don’t really trust the GPS.  But West seems good, and we are getting more pine forest.  Apparently the Red Cockaded Woodpecker likes pine trees that are infected with some sort of disease.  Heartwood disease.  Before too long (too long counting from where we turned the last time) we are in the pine forest and in front of the proper habitate.

We are here, the woodpeckers, however, are not.  Even without the birds, we have a nice walk along a nice pine forest.  It seems as though they will be there someday.  Though they are endangered.  If we come again, we won’t be so lost.  And for all the apparent rabbit holes I have fallen into lately, this one doesn’t seem so bad.

I let Kathy drive home, and on the way I fall asleep.

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