One of the treats of our
Mass Audubon excursion to New Mexico was the opportunity to bird the
Randall Davey National Audubon Sanctuary in Santa Fe. It was a chilly day with light snow, but we spotted 14 species, including the Juniper Titmouse, which was new to me. (While I only got a quick look and no picture, the Juniper Titmouse is a drab, plain gray bird whose reputation is its attitude, not its flashy looks.)
Better still, I knew nothing about Randall Davey (1887–1964), an American artist and educator known for his contributions to early 20th-century American art, particularly in painting. Davey is celebrated for his work in portraiture, landscapes, and equestrian scenes. He is also celebrated for fostering a vibrant artistic community, which was key in establishing Santa Fe as an essential hub for artists and creatives in the early 20th century. His works are featured in major collections, including those of the Smithsonian American Art Museum and the Whitney Museum of American Art.
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Randall Davey's "Great Big Canvas" |
Davey was part of the American Modernist movement and studied under influential artists like
Robert Henri, a leader of the
Ashcan School. He exhibited widely across the United States. In 1919, Davey settled in Santa Fe, New Mexico, at the historic site of a former mill, which became both his home and studio. This location is the one we birded, the Randall Davey Audubon Center and Sanctuary.
One of the amusing features of this beautiful sanctuary is the so-called Haiku Trail, a series of short poems (not all 5-7-5, however) written by (what appear to be somewhat frustrated) birders like me--trying hard to keep pace with the real birders in our group.
Some images of our day follow.
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A Townsend's Solitaire, a member of the thrush family (think American Robin), braving the snow and cold. John Kirk Townsend (1809-1851) was an American naturalist, ornithologist, and collector. He was a member of the famous Wyeth Expedition to the Pacific Northwest in 1834. |
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One of the poems that resonated with me |
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Randall Davey's home, where tours are available in the summer months. |
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Some of the western Juncos are just beautiful. |
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This. |
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View from the Randall Davey garden. |
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An immature Cooper's Hawk watched us from nearby. |
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Western Bluebird and House Finch decorate the top of the Juniper. |
We finished our birding adventure next door to the Randall Davey site at a beautiful (but cold, did I mention?) Nature Conservancy site, the Santa Fe Canyon Preserve, where I spotted my first Cassin's Finch.
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My first Cassin's Finch. |
The five syllables
In Haiku's lines one and three
Mirrored my layers.
At first I thought that the haiku by Don MacKeller was one without the 5-7-5 pattern. Then I realized that whatever part of my accent is responsible -- being an amalgam of Upstate New York, the state of Washington (both eastern and western), eastern Pennsylvania, Florida, and a smidgen each of Massachusetts, Pittsburgh, and South Carolina -- I usually pronounce "squirrel" as one syllable. Never thought about that before.
ReplyDeleteAnd we say "fire" with two syllables. So, "A squirrel lit a fire" might work for you in line 1, but he'd have to be a Mole in my Haiku.
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