July 20, 2010

Standing her ground

It was a morning not long ago, on a walk in Pettigrew State Park. The doe was part of a group with no less than two fawns in tow, although there was no indication any of the young ones were, strictly speaking, her charges.


Nevertheless, the circumstances put her in no mood to brook unplanned disruption of the group’s browsing routine.  In short, this pretty girl — as dainty and fetching as she might outwardly appear — wasn’t about to yield the path to me if she could help it. This is something I love about deer.

For starters, one has to admire their unrivaled skill distinguishing the unfamiliar and out-of-place in a sprawling wall of trunks and undergrowth. Hunters often laud the turkey as a master of threat detection, their unbroken cloaks of camouflage donned in deference to the bird’s keen perception. But in my experience — and I’ve crossed paths with both deer and turkey many times — the turkey’s gift is nearsighted by comparison to the deer’s.

Even at distances far exceeding one-hundred yards, a whitetail will perceive irregular objects in the woods when no movements would clue it otherwise. This is, in fact, the most plausible explanation for why deer, when suspicious of the unknown, try to provoke unidentified objects into moving, for the very purpose of confirming or allaying their suspicions. Such skill requires uncanny vision, but so much more; it demands a precise knowledge of the landscape, and the shapes, patterns, and colors that do and do not jibe with it.

It was those perceptual resources that lay behind my lovely “opponent’s” behavior. Click on the image, and at full-size you’ll observe her left foreleg poised for a defiant stomp. Combined with a snort, it’s a whitetail’s proud but harmless attempt at intimidation, the only weapon in its arsenal to provoke revealing movement. The gesture only serves to make these wild beauties all the more winsome, in my opinion.

I’ve often thought, if I were going to date a forest animal, the doe would be my choice. It’s encounters like this that incline me toward that charmed, if eccentric, declaration.

July 7, 2010

Separated at birth

Elena Kagan .......... and .......... Nathan Lane

July 4, 2010

Independent thinking

We are already greater than the king wishes us to be, and will he not hereafter endeavour to make us less? To bring the matter to one point.  Is the power who is jealous of our prosperity, a proper power to govern us? Whoever says No to this question, is an independent, for independancy means no more, than, whether we shall make our own laws, or whether the king, the greatest enemy this continent hath, or can have, shall tell us “there shall be no laws but such as I like.”

Thomas Paine, Common Sense (1775)

May 24, 2010

What’s in a name? Why, sales potential!

Raleigh’s city council has been needlessly unimaginative confining the field of naming sponsors for our spiffy new amphitheater to one maker of a low-cal beer.

[For those who aren’t fully briefed, Anheuser-Busch has bellied up to the bar with $1.5 million to claim naming rights for the 5,000-seat facility in the heart of downtown, which makes its debut in June, tentatively as the Bud Light Amphitheater. (The jury is still out on that one, by the way, because it so happens it violates state ABC law.)]

Truly, the sky’s the limit when it comes to potential concessionary sales, as illustrated by these venue names:

The Kotex Maxitheater, for the gal-on-the-go who’s lost track of the days in her mad rush to claim a front-row seat.

Pfizer Viagritheater. After all, guys, you wanna be ready when the band starts in with Marvin’s moody, “Let’s Get It On.”

Preparation ampHitheater. (The seats there aren’t padded, you know.)

Trojan Prophylactitheater … because we should all do it responsibly.

And lastly, for our burgeoning senior population, the Depends Incontitheater, so you can drink Bud Light to your heart’s content and not miss a note of the show.

May 12, 2010

Just chillin’ with the squirrels

Rare moment: a squirrel quietly taking in the evening view from his front porch.

Wild animals are full of surprises.  Just when you thought you knew all their habits, live long enough and keep your eyes open, and one will startle you with some behavior you’ve never seen before.

Case in point, this handsome young rodent. I’d only gotten home from work and was headed out to sweep off the front porch when I spied him through the window, in repose on the arm of my rocking chair.

In my lifetime of experience enjoying the antics of gray squirrels, I’ve yet to see one come to a full, sustained stop. I place them on the behavioral continuum somewhere between hummingbirds and black-footed ferrets. In short, they are perpetual motion machines, always on the move and forever up to mischief.

But here was this furry gent, simply chillin’ (to use the vernacular) on the front porch rocker, in no particular hurry to go anywhere. Not one whisker poised in the slightest for action. Indeed by all appearances, he seemed interested in nothing more than simply basking in the lovely evening, letting the breeze fluff his coat, and watching whatever action was out there pass him by.

How charming. How unexpected … for a squirrel, that is.

May 9, 2010

No room for fun in rules of road

Everybody’s favorite transportation reporter and mine, Bruce Siceloff, issued a call to readers for input as he prepares a piece about a nascent bill headed before legislators to address clashes between cars and group cycling in the Old North State. As he works on the story, I’d urge Bruce to keep one question uppermost in mind.

Can a society function in an orderly, safe fashion where its members lack consensus about the fundamental purpose of its road systems?

The situation is rife for conflict whenever cyclists and motorists come together on the highways at cross-purposes. Roads are a serious business, too. They were created expressly for the purpose of transportation, not for recreation. (I would challenge anyone to build an even mildly compelling case otherwise.) And when bike riders gather in large numbers on the street, riding two or more abreast, it’s pretty much always for the purpose of recreation. Their actions amount to mob rule, with the pedal-pushing mob redefining the purpose of the transportation network by sheer presence of numbers. And that makes light of the seriously bad things that can happen out there on the pavement.

As both a commuter cyclist first and foremost and a recreational cyclist occasionally, one who’s been in the game off-and-on more than two decades (very much “on” at the present time), I have no qualms saying that cycling behavior which is consistent with and characteristic of recreational use absolutely must yield to the singular function of our roads, namely that of transportation.

All our related statutes — whether addressing the movement of cars, trucks, bicycles, or pedestrians — are commensurate with the goal of transportation, and there’s no room in the law, and shouldn’t be, for cyclists to form recreational gangs to claim the roads for their own purpose and, in effect, rewrite the rules ad hoc for themselves and everyone else.

If you want to ride a bike on the street, then you willingly submit to the jurisdiction of the law in the intended use of that transportation system. Our laws make provision for slow-moving vehicles while according cyclists their due measure of rights and responsibilities as commuters on that system. However, where the law is lacking — because it never anticipated recreational group bikers — is in regulating the organic formation of massive obstructions to the flow of every other kind of traffic.

Any bill proposed by the General Assembly, if its remedy to the problem in view is single-file formations when bicycles are being overtaken by motor vehicles, will largely miss the mark by failing to remove the root cause of the conflict.

In the same way we have statutes governing the use of public spaces, establishing limits to public speech, and prescribing procedures for peaceful assembly, all in the name of common order and safety, whatever steps our lawmakers take on this topic must cut to the heart of our roadways’ intended use.

The facts make it clear: group riding isn’t a road sport.  There’s simply no way around it.