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Showing posts with label Kentucky. Show all posts

Kentucky's Extinct Wild Parrot

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When the area now known as Kentucky was covered in virgin forests and "fine cane land", it was home to large flocks of brilliantly colored parrots! Native peoples had many names for the birds but they came to be known as "Carolina Parakeet" as the first specimen for Western study was taken from Carolina. The name is a misnomer as the birds had an expansive range that covered much of the South and Midwestern United States. In fields, they were easily spotted by their orange and yellow heads, but the jewel-toned green and blue feathers on their bodies made them virtually invisible among the leaves of the trees.



Carolina Parkeets were already in decline when John James Audubon first wrote of them in 1830, stating: "Our Parakeets are very rapidly diminishing in number; and in some districts, where twenty-five years ago they were plentiful, scarcely any are now to be seen. At that period, they could be procured as far up the tributary waters of the Ohio as the Great Kenhawa, the Scioto, the heads of Miami, the mouth of the Manimee at its junction with Lake Erie, on the Illinois river, and sometimes as far north-east as Lake Ontario, and along the eastern districts as far as the boundary line between Virginia and Maryland. At the present day, very few are to be found higher than Cincinnati, nor is it until you reach the mouth of the Ohio that Parakeets are met with in considerable numbers. I should think that along the Mississippi there is not now half the number that existed fifteen years ago."



There was little difference in coloring between males and females Carolina Parakeets, but northern varieties are believed to have more blue feathers. Juveniles were entirely green and required two years to reach maturity. The birds flocked in enormous groups of 200 to 300 and could be found in forests, swamps and the shores along rivers and creeks. They would call loudly when flying together, but were perfectly quiet when roosting. Their calls could reportedly be heard for over a mile. A cry from an injured bird would summon the entire flock to its aid. Unfortunately, this altruistic trait enabled farmers to easily exterminate entire flocks in brutal fashion as they would not take flight once one was injured no matter how many others were killed. Farmers took out the birds in great numbers in revenge for destroyed crops and fruit trees.

They were the only native fauna known to enjoy the fruit of the cockburs, a bur-covered plant that was hated by farmers for taking over soil rich fields and injuring livestock. The plant could only be removed by digging up its roots. Carolina parakeets would destroy the plants by alighting on them as a group and eating or destroying every single fruit from the plant. In this way, they were helpful to the farmer. Trouble was they treated fruit trees in a similar manner, and thus became vilified as a pest.



Still, others loved them. The Carolina Parakeets were admired for their colorful plumage and were popular decorations for hats up until the point of extinction. Some were captured as pets, although they showed no promise in learning words and their songs were described as "unpleasant". No attempts were made to bred them because they were so easily captured in the wild. By the 1890s, the Carolina Parakeets could only be found in the swamps of Florida. Ornithologists and collectors combed the region for the last remnants of the birds in the early 20th Century, killing hundreds to stuff for posterity, considering the extinction of the species inevitable while doing absolutely nothing about it.



"Incas", the last Carolina Parakeet in captivity, died at the Cincinnati Zoo in February 1918. Incas spent his final days in an aviary that once housed "Martha", the last passenger pigeon who died in 1914. After Incas's passing, the birds were rarely seen in the wild. Unverified sightings continued, but North America's native parrot was officially declared extinct in 1938. Reasons for the extinction are believed to be largely human caused including destruction of habitat, massive culling by farmers, harvesting for millinery plumage, and demand for pets.

Whether that was the end of the line for the Carolina Parakeet remains to be seen. In recent years, scientists have decoded the bird's DNA. By combining the genome of the Carolina parakeet with a similar South American parakeet’s embryo, it's possible the Carolina parakeet could be revived. Some wildlife biologist are making the pitch that a small flock of the birds could be reintroduced in Florida at Lake Okeechobee.

Mill Creek Lake Overlook

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Temps in Kentucky had been below freezing for weeks but finally topped 50°F/10°C. Snow still covered much of the terrain, but the eastern side of the mountains in Red River Gorge had thawed. Tunnel Ridge Road is currently closed for repairs until March 2018, so cars were parked along Hwy 11. We passed them by (suckers!) and headed off-trail on the hunt for scenic views and hidden arches.



As we pulled into the trailhead, I spotted a large wolf-like dog running toward the car. Turned out she was a very friendly, local Siberian Husky. She headed into the woods ahead of us and seemed to know exactly where we wanted to go. It wasn't our intention to hike with her, but she didn't ask permission. Several times we stopped to check the GPS location while she plowed ahead, always waiting for us in the direction we wanted to go. I nicknamed her "Doggie Boone" for her expert knowledge of the backcountry. We learned later that her name is Zowie.



View of Mill Creek Lake. From the vista above, the entire lake looked frozen. Toward the middle, we noticed a meandering path of animal footprints from the shore to the middle of the lake. I have driven past this lake many times on my way to Townsend Mountain, but never seen it from this perspective. There is a dam located near the road beyond Natural Bridge Lodge that creates a little waterfall.



From Mill Creek Lake overlook, we headed back into the woods in search of a nearby arch. Doggie Boone (aka Zowie) took off without us, inherently knowing our next stop. She blazed her way along the edge of the ridge and through loose leaves with a terrifying pace, but never lost her footing.



After verifying we were headed in the right direction via GPS, we followed her through thick rhododendron to Poundstone Arch. Good dog! Dale illustrates the limited height of the arch, which was bounded on both sides by tree covered cliffs. Beyond the arch, one direction led to another ridge view of Natural Bridge State Park; the other headed down the mountain along a cliff with numerous rock caves.



Overlook of Natural Bridge Lodge and Lover's Leap, visible from further north along the same ridgeline. The snow-covered area is Hoedown Island (seriously), with Hwy 11 visible to the right.



Proud to say I spotted this shed antler despite it being buried in the snow and leaves. (Photographed elsewhere.) That was my first indication that I was leading us down a deer trail. Thankfully it all worked out the same as we didn't expect to find any trails on the ridge, and were using GPS for guidance back to the trailhead.



It was so much fun hiking with a knowledgeable, furry guide. Glad she is being well taken care of instead of wandering around on her own in the Gorge. Her owner rolled up on an ATV as soon as we returned to our parking spot and claimed her.

South-East Kentucky Road Day

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Work travels took me to Bell County in South-Eastern Kentucky, along the Tennessee line. It was hot and humid, with rain clouds hanging in the sky. Google maps offered me a shortened route that turned out to be half make believe. It sent me looking for connecting roads that didn't exist as I wound through the tree covered mountains. Once I could no longer find the road, the app tried to re-route me; but of course there was no signal. Even my radio station went out as I entered the maze.





Despite not having my bearings, I was obliged to help this little box turtle cross the road. I saw another one further up the road, but wasn't able to stop because a coal truck was bearing down on me. Later, I found myself trapped behind a coal truck as we twisted our way down the switch-back roads leading to the valley.



Just as the coal truck turned off, a red truck appeared in the opposite direction with an "OVERSIZED LOAD" banner. He waived me over and told me that I needed to clear outta the way. "Gotta house coming through." The road was so narrow it didn't have white border lines, nor did it have a shoulder. When the house finally turned the corner, I had to raise my eyebrows. Seemed to be going in the wrong direction if it was headed to the dump.



Shortly thereafter, a rain shower erupted. It slowed my progress significantly, but I finally made it to my destination in the middle of Kentucky Ridge State Forest. I decided to skip the maze on the return trip and took HWY-25 to Corbin where I had lunch. I intended to get BBQ at Bubby's but ended up at the wrong exit. I realized my mistake the second I walked into Sonny's but stuck around anyway. There ice tea glasses are the size of your head! Their pulled chicken BBQ didn't disappoint, but the fries did.



Instead of heading home, I took a short detour to Cumberland Falls. The clouds hung heavy in the sky, but the rain held off. I parked at the lodge and checked out the view of the Cumberland River from the deck. Then I took the short trail down to the Falls. There I saw a man with a long white beard and a teeny grey kitten tied to a silver ribbon which served as a leash. I chatted with him a bit while I played with his kitten named "Gator"; born on the 4th of July & bottle fed. His family was on vacation from Ohio and Gator had seen Cumberland Gap the day before. I regret I didn't take a photo.





On the return hike, I spotted another box turtle. Since he was in the woods, I left him to his own devices after a short chat and photo session. He seemed the confident sort. Nice way to end the day.

April blooms in Frankfort

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Spring has finally arrived and the capitol city of Kentucky is blooming. This is the most beautiful time of year to spend an afternoon in Frankfort. I walked around the Old Capitol grounds and enjoyed the flowers and fresh growth on the trees.


Girls play in front of the Old Capitol.


Frankfort is host to numerous flowering trees, including the native red bud and dogwood. A walk around the area promises to reveal magnolia, cherry and crab apple blossoms. While the modern Kentucky State Capitol building always hosts a fine display of tulips this time of year, the Old Capitol was dressed with the showy blooms of a pink dogwood.


Flowering dogwood



The Capitol Annex, home to the Cabinet for Economic Development


I drove around some of the downtown Frankfort streets looking for blooms, circling out to Buffalo Trace Bourbon Distillery. Buffalo Trace is always a solid bet for beautiful seasonal landscaping. Even from the distribution entrance, the flowers didn't disappoint. The tulips caught the light just as the sun began to set.


Spring blooms at Buffalo Trace



Orange tulip



Warehouses filled with bourbon barrels

Powdermill Arch

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It was another unseasonably beautiful February day in Kentucky. I enjoyed a sunny morning hiking in Red River Gorge, from a new approach. Indian Creek lead to an off-trail natural arch, unique because it's cut from limestone, rather than sandstone. Lots of interesting cliffs and sink holes in the area. The capped the hike off with Blackburn Vista, which offered an expansive view of the Red River Gorge along Spaas Creek. Looking forward to revisiting the area once it's greened up a bit.



Natural Arches of Copperas Creek

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The hiking team headed out for another epic day exploring Red River Gorge in Daniel Boone National Forest, Eastern Kentucky. The forest service allows hikers to go off trail and explore. We walked unofficial trails along Copperas Creek before veering off in thick patches of Rhododendron and cliff walls. First we stopped at Hopewell Arch, an arch nearly invisible through the trees, until you stand inside rock cave home. With a little climbing and hard work, we also located Snow Arch and Double Deer Arch.




Snow Arch



Double Deer Arch



Hopewell Arch



Hopewell Arch


Sometimes we found faint trails as we followed the GPS. Other times we were walking through rough forest and searching for a place with enough rocks to cross Copperas Creek without getting our feet wet. Temperatures were in the forties and we had a lot of mileage to cover, so there was no time for hypothermia. We took a break at Sand Arch and enjoyed the feeling of the sun on our faces after marching through the cold, shady valley. Every turn was a new treasure of rock formations and natural beauty.



Sandy Arch, which also has a waterfall not visible here



Window at Sandy Arch



Beautiful pattern left behind as the sand stone erodes



View from a rock cave along a cliff line



Copperas Arch

Our team leader took us to eight natural arches/windows and several waterfalls, most very isolated. Some unnamed. We were also lucky enough to spot a young coyote and, later, two deer. Neither of which I had ever seen at RRG, although I've often seen their tracks. Great day in the field! Perhaps the best discovery day I've spent in the Gorge.



On our way out, we spent a few minutes taking in Eagle's Nest overlook and passed Moonshiner's Arch, near Osborne Bend trail along the Red River.



Eagle Point Buttress



Moonshiner's Arch

Kentucky Ridge State Forest

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Looking to exhaust all the trails in Bell County, I drove to Kentucky Ridge State Forest. The forest covers Pine Mountain State Park and along the Little Clear Creek Valley. It covers 15K acres and I enjoyed driving down some of the old forest roads. I was hoping to stumble upon a good place to hike, but most of the paths I found were road beds headed to points unknown.



Old abandoned roads snaked off to the right and left of the forest road. I can't tell you for sure where I was, because the maps provided by Kentucky Division of Forestry do not have them labeled. But as the trees were beginning to grow thick around the road, I saw a path to the left. The sun struck the moss and illuminated a neon green glow that I could barely make out from my vantage point. On the hill, I found an old cemetery with a moss carpet thicker than shag surrounding all the stones.







There were many old stones of interest, but this marker was by far the most unique. The marker is a classic headstone for a married couple: each partner's name on one side, and the wedding date in a heart in the middle. However, it had been cut right down the middle and one half placed on the husband's grave and the other half on the wife's grave. What makes this interesting is that the wife was buried many years later and her grave is on a row behind the husband's. The plot to the right of him appears to still be empty. Not sure if this is the sign of an epic divorce or some other circumstance but I had fun musing over the possibilities.





Heading out of Kentucky Ridge State Forest, I stopped at the overlooks of Pineville. After taking few shots, I returned to my car and realized leaking fluid at a very rapid pace. Thanks to gmaps, I was able to locate the nearest auto repair place and drive there as quickly as possible. The little shop barely had room to park, as the lot was filled with cars in various states of disassembly, some on blocks. Two of the employees came out to check on my car. They both took a gander under front end and told me I was big trouble. I was pretty shaken watching the female get near the leaking fluid with a lit cigarette. I was sure we were all about to be blown sky high. She hollered abruptly, and jumped up dusting herself off. "Damn, I burned my hair!!" (I later learned that transmission fluid and oil are not flammable, which was a relief.) They claimed because my car was newer, it would be there for a week while they ordered the part from the manufacturer, so I better find a ride outta Pineville. That was all anyone needed to say to get me panicking, since home was ~140 miles away.




After more than an hour of searching hopelessly for options, calmer heads prevailed. I was able to snag a ride on the back of a trailer to Lexington for car repair. Friendly locals even helped us push my undriveable car up onto the trailer. Then I had to pull a Dukes of Hazzard move to climb through the driver side window, pack up my stuff, and exit out the back hatch of the car after opening it from the inside. Not a cheap trip, to be sure! But certainly not boring for a moment.




Pineville Overlook from the top of Pine Mountain, Eastern Kentucky.

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