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Politics. Shootings. Anger. Judgement. Division. Loss of compassion. Loss of hope. A disturbance in the spirit of humanity. Don't let those be the clouds that shadow the light in humans. The dark parts only allow the rays of light to shine more fiercely. The seed that catches those rays will grow to towering heights. To places where perhaps even the clouds can't reach it. Then, it becomes the the stuff of poems and dreams. Inspiring hearts. Hope is what shines brightest in the shadows. It is the tie that binds. I am idealistic, but I see that light in the majority of those around us. Sometimes, they just don't see it in themselves. At times I may have to hold on real tight, but I will never give up on humans. Ever. We need to nurture and kindle a tiny spark, if we ever intend to warm our spirits with the fire it promises.Chris Egnotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16041374709333625604noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418681362446435286.post-66665823804139631352018-04-11T10:19:00.001-07:002018-04-11T10:19:45.830-07:00Chris Egnoto's Blog : Get ready for this extremely long story of a snake bite ...<a href="http://www.chrisegnoto.com/2018/04/get-ready-for-this-extremely-long-story.html?spref=bl">Chris Egnoto's Blog : Get ready for this extremely long story. ...</a>: Get ready for this extremely long story. I ran a herping camp one week. Herps are reptiles, and amphibians - Herptiles. Snakes...Chris Egnotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16041374709333625604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418681362446435286.post-32635679715666084422018-04-08T09:32:00.002-07:002018-04-08T09:32:50.331-07:00<div style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 18px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal;">
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Get ready for this extremely long story. I ran a herping camp one week. Herps are reptiles, and amphibians - Herptiles. Snakes are often the flagships of the herping community. The weather had been seriously eliminating the likelihood of any snake cameos all week. Needless to say, most of the group was wishing for summers "Secret Santa" to bring us some snakes. Most of the boards I seeded (placed out) the previous month were all flipped by some careless individual who failed to replace them, greatly harming the odds of a snake find farther more. Then, on the last day, we were modestly gifted by a couple of Garters. My assistant ran through my youthful squad of snake enthusiasts, to get a front row seat. He, of course was forgetting he was an assistant and not a student (I don't blame him) and in his excitement, he even brushed a couple kids aside, only to scare the snakes into a hole in the ground. It seems my students had learned the herping etiquette better than he. I dove forward just in time to grasp the second snake just in front of its ventral region. I knew I must be careful not to harm the snake, but had to gain fair purchase, lest it escape into the depths of the under Earth. Through effort, I managed to coax her out. The kids were all around me with eyes of glittering glee. While I was handling the snake, I was adamant about pointing out my methods of interacting with the snake were less than recommended, but I had promised them at least one wild snake. I then pointed out each and every warning sign displayed by the agitated garter, starting with the musk all over my hand. A bite was imminent, and I made sure everyone knew it was coming if I didn't release the poor snake. Well, one of the students was Russian and had never seen a snake as it was his third day here in the U.S. I held on a bit longer for his first sake sighting. Wrong! Allow the vice-grip of countless teeth to commence! Within a second, four rows of teeth were successfully caressing my metacarpals with much enthusiasm. I kept my "teaching face" and continued to explain play by play what exactly was occurring and that I was fairly warned and I deserved it. The snake had fully extended its gape just on point of impact, thus locking on and unable to release. There was blood. Lots of blood. Garter bite means anti-coagulant. What was most unfortunate at that very instant, was that a squadron of first graders arrived on the scene because their guide got word I found a snake and wanted to share it with their class also. My kids were mostly 4th graders in age - give or take. I immediately asked them to form a wall, so as not to allow the wee ones to glimpse what would likely traumatize them. They did so with success and suave. I explained to my group that this should never have happened, and that I caused it. Snakes do not look to bite people and she gave me so many warnings. My rough retrieval of her did not help. It was a good opportunity to demonstrate that it's best not to handle wild animals, and that they choose to flee rather than bite, and even then they bite as a last resort. The students understood well. The thing is, I have been bitten by various things before, though very rarely. Surprisingly, this particular bite officially hurt. A GARTER of all things. They usually won't bite and if they do, it barely hurts, if at all. To add to the discomfort, there was snake musk seeping into my wounds. Not how I wanted it to go. While I am teaching, I often talk with my hands, and there was some humor behind gesturing with my hands while a snake hangs off the back. It took some time and effort to unhook the teeth from my skin and remove the snakes jaws from my hand. You could follow my bloody trail into the building where I gained access to the rubbing alcohol. I felt so unprofessional, but I seized the opportunity to teach about what went wrong and the science behind the bite. Far better than one of them getting hurt for sure! One of the students was a little shaken from the visual, but I remedied that quite well. The following year, some of the same students ran into me and told me how well I handled the situation and that, for them, it was an exciting adventure, though better perceived than experienced. They remembered every lesson I had given about the snake, and shared the story with others. They also thought I was Rambo - lol.<br />
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Unfortunately, I am sitting on the floor of a closet in the apartment my Mom and brother live in. The apartment is in a decent area. Clean and safe. But it is too urban around here. Too developed. Shopping malls, strip malls, highways and streetlights. Everywhere. Every building has a flat roof. Every sound is a report of human population in full bloom. The rain I heard earlier and the snow I hear now, is that which you hear spinning off car tires sailing down the road. The footsteps of deer are replaced by those of nameless tenants on the other side of a couple of layers of drywall and some two by fours. The occasional trees I see, are surrounded by stamps of grass and lakes of concrete. I have no home of my own right now. No car or sense of security in fact. But, my people are nice and good to me here. They make me feel very welcome. I love my family, and I am lucky to have all I have. It is my home away from home. My dog and the woman I love are a hundred miles away. They love me, too. I think about them, and I think about how nice it would be to be able to turn my head and look at them. To hug them tightly. I get up frequently, to peer out the window of the family room. The room has no furniture in it and so I have a small sense of adventure. Like an animal holding up for the night while away from its den. I see the snow catching the glare of the light outside the window as it summersaults on through its beam. </div>
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Chris Egnotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16041374709333625604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418681362446435286.post-52143777801389914552017-02-11T22:14:00.001-08:002017-02-11T22:14:18.300-08:00Deer Antlers and bones - Their mysterious disappearance - Nature Now<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/hLh-fIt7wfA" width="480"></iframe>Chris Egnotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16041374709333625604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418681362446435286.post-53172643819615409092017-02-04T02:45:00.001-08:002017-02-04T21:46:32.094-08:00The beauty of a summer storm rolling over the land. This is one of those storms where first, you start out with a nice, hot summer afternoon. Then, you notice a dark mass far on the horizon. Minutes go by as the breeze dies down and the flights of birds and insects alike, seem to become a figment of our imagination. We hear the robins singing their storm song as we look toward the horizon yet again, only to notice the black skies are nearly upon us. Like some rolling cavalry of iron giants. It just takes but ten minutes before the wind and rain slams into everything as the world about us becomes the realm of shadows. Releasing a thousand determined breaths, laden heavily, with sheets of water and leaves, dancing about like phantoms set loose from some ancient urn. Trees bending, air screaming and raindrops pounding the earth is something I long for when summers cadence has long since gone to rest to allow winter to move in and stake its claim. This video consists of me relishing one such moment. Come have a look, and tell me that you too, don't thirst for the summer storms. If even just a little. ;)<br />
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Chris Egnotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16041374709333625604noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418681362446435286.post-8170095734365302622016-12-11T10:15:00.001-08:002016-12-11T10:15:01.337-08:00Incredible Fun Imprinting Faces in the Snow!!! You have to try it!!<iframe width="480" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/hdXLgwUcRXU" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""></iframe><br />
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Why hasn't someone made a video like this yet? It is so much fun! Wait until the next snow fall and go outside and stick your face in the snow. Then, take a photo of it. What you get is something that looks like a 3d face sculpture made out of snow. This is a great idea for the whole family. Check out my video. All these faces are mine, except for the one at the end. I must have done a hundred of these by now lol. Please let me know what you think in the comments below. Enjoy!!<br />
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Contact me at: Howlingcricket@yahoo.comChris Egnotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16041374709333625604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418681362446435286.post-70395967680374042602016-10-02T19:45:00.002-07:002016-10-02T20:20:47.150-07:00Friction fire 101 - A very gratifying way to connect with nature!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here is an older video I made covering firebow (bowdrill) basics. It should tell you everything you need to know in order to make a friction fire. This is a skill that was practiced by many of our ancestors for thousands of years. It takes some practice, and I myself, have even thrown my kit across the lawn, when I was first learning the skill. Don't get angry at yourself like I did. Everybody gets frustrated while learning this technique. However, practice and determination quickly pay off, leaving you with a new sense of achievement and perhaps even a greater level of self appreciation. It is very rewarding and it helps build confidence in oneself and your ability to learn and persevere through difficult situations. I know we can easily build a fire using matches or a lighter, but those things don't work when wet, nor do they have the sense of gratification that a friction fire provides. Please feel free to write to me (howlingcricket@yahoo.com) for any questions or tips. I could easily spend a whole weekend teaching fire skills and tips, and I even offer classes on these skills at a price that is hard to beat. I hope you enjoy the video!! <br />
Here is a link to my YouTube channel that focuses on these kinds of skills and knowledge<br />
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I can smell it in the warm air of the sky above and I can feel it in the rich thick grass beneath my feet. This is just about my favorite time of the year. Fall is coming. It moves in like a determined fog bank rolling off the sea. This is a time where my heart races in anticipation of the upcoming weeks. All the trees have soaked up their share of the summers sun and have invested it into their nuts and fruit. The animals have had their share of summers bounty and are now preparing for the coming winter. My favorite part of fall is the hour before and after sun has set. As the sun sets in the saturated blue sky that autumn is famous for, I find myself compelled to wander the landscape. The sky grows dark early at this time of year. The stars awaken by the thousands and grace us with their silent beauty. The evening sky now partners up with the magnificent chorus of the singing insects. Oh, the insects! It is their time. And they rule it well. People in Japan have been known to build “Autumn houses” in the mountains, just so they could hear the crickets sing at night. Their music is intended to claim territory and to woo the feminine persuasion of their kind. Even they find fall to be so romantic. This song for me is falls true harbinger, and I find it quite alluring. Even before dusk, I hear the bush crickets and trigs bring on their fragile treble of chirps, chimes and trills. Then the katydids begin a serenade which sounds like chopsticks being smacked together. Next, the conehead katydids sound more like the teeth of a comb as you run your thumbnail along the edge. Some of them sound like the buzz of a hair trimmer. The large black field crickets join the concert with their storybook chirp, glueing the whole symphony together into wondrous volume while bathed in the bright blue light of a September moon. I once heard a large coyote walking just outside the light from my fire, not by the sound of its feet but from the pocket of silence moving through the chorus of insects as it skirted my campsite. This is truly what beckons me to get my hammock, pack my mess kit and jacket, and hit the wilds for one last camping trip before years end. So cozy is it to smell the sweet tannin as it departs the leaves causing them to fade to a deep yellow, then orange, to red and finally brown. The trees do this to conserve moisture in the later months. This mid atlantic palate is considered one of the greatest natural spectacles on Earth. It has been known to draw astronauts to their windows on board the space station! The leaves rattle in their trees only to be plucked from their branches by the crisp breeze and waltzed about in pockets of wind throughout their journey to the forest floor. The days are still warm as I lay about in puddles of sunlight. The refreshing nights are cool enough to allow me to wear a jacket and perhaps warm my body in the soft glow of fires gaze. So much is going on in this season that I don’t want to miss a thing. All of the animals know it. Some, like the marbled salamander in all its glory, come out en mass to mate on dark and rainy nights. Away from prying eyes and never known by us humans that these migrations even exist. While most salamanders mate in early spring, the large black and white marbled salamanders prefer the fall season for their courting. They like the dark nights because owls, coyotes and foxes all like to hunt at night and in the fall, no night is complete without hearing the surreal voice of each of these predators. The fox, I find particularly cute and charming, though I bet the mice beg to differ. </div>
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The days are equally busy. Squirrels rush about building their nests, not among the treetops as they so in the earlier part of the year, but in trees, logs and even attics. These nests are basically composed of leaves and debris and vary in size. They might build several of these for convenience and as fail safes. In some years these nests may be somewhat large, and that often foretells a harsh winter. Nests aren’t all the squirrels are thinking about. They must also collect and forage for nuts and mushrooms to dry and store for the winter. This is fun to watch. The squirrels will burry all sorts of nuts in all sorts of locations. If a squirrel notices another squirrel watching it (or even certain birds), they will “false” bury it or even dig it up after the onlooker has left in order to put it in a more secure location. They then sprinkle debris over the site in order to camouflage it. Birds, especially the corvid family, will do this too. Of course, many of these nuts are lost or forgotten in the winter and may germinate and grow into a new tree - thanks squirrels! Many animals will fatten up for the winter. Like the bear, they need to eat enough food to get them through hibernation. This all reminds me of the supermarket before a winter storm hits and all the customers run about frantically. Fun stuff to watch. The ducks and geese visit the local bodies of water and often arrive in droves. It is especially fascinating to watch the geese. To hear them off the horizon and finally glimpse the dark cloud of geese as it approaches. Then to see them circle above a lake in the thousands and slowly spiral down to the waters surface sending ahead squads of a dozen or two at first to “test” the waters is really cool. Have you ever heard a flock of several thousand geese? It sounds like a stadium before the concert - deafening! </div>
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Anything is fair game in autumn, providing us with all kinds of weather to behold. It’s where summer and winter collide. We can have anything from heat waves and thunderstorms with roaring winds, to cold still nights that leave frost on the grass. The warm days create warm fronts that often mix with cold fronts from the north. When the two combine, we get a good show. High wind gusts and frequent lightning are not uncommon. I love these storms and I always hope to catch one after sunset so as to properly appreciate the spectacle. Every couple of years or so, we also get the tail end of a hurricane. While the damage these storms can cause is most unfortunate, I must say that standing on the dock overlooking the lake while it is going on is a true adventure. Of course, I don’t recommend others to do as I do. But when conditions are safe enough, it is an experience I feel any nature lover can truly appreciate. The wind screaming, rain pounding, the spray racing off the crests of the waves like phantoms is just wild, pure energy. Then all becomes calm in it’s wake and I rush to the woods to survey the damage and to collect wild apples and nuts that were brought to the ground. There is nothing quite like hitting the woods after these storms with a thermos of pumpkin soup and a side of hot applesauce mixed with rose hips. Sipping warm pine needle tea and listening to those crickets singing along to the crackle of my camp fire and adoring the copper sky as the sun sets once again. Fall is here, but not to stay. Be sure to catch it while the summer and winter play tug of war on my most cherished season.<br />
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- ©ChrisEgnoto September 2015</div>
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Chris Egnotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16041374709333625604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418681362446435286.post-17407922976592920112016-03-02T14:29:00.001-08:002016-03-02T14:29:45.558-08:00Using acorn caps as an emergency signal device.<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/PGiMt2VUUk0" width="480"></iframe>Chris Egnotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16041374709333625604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418681362446435286.post-42711098183543095932016-02-21T12:56:00.000-08:002016-02-21T12:56:27.959-08:00My story about a large flock of Canadian Geese<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hello. So the other day I was down at the lake watching the snow blanket the lake. It was really nice to get out while the snow was still coming down. While I was there, it reminded me of the time I got to watch a fairly large flock of Canadian Geese come in for a landing. It was a really awesome experience. I made a video telling the story, when all of the sudden, a big flock of geese came in for a landing. Pretty neat. Check the video out here. I hope you enjoy.Chris Egnotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16041374709333625604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418681362446435286.post-24960128456450272752016-02-03T22:26:00.001-08:002016-02-03T22:26:55.079-08:00Fire Craft<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/videoseries?list=PLpwjg2M1sLdL_YvxUY4GZgNBQSL_M-Wo5" width="425"></iframe>Chris Egnotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16041374709333625604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418681362446435286.post-55971033459434985822016-01-23T17:57:00.001-08:002016-01-23T17:57:19.919-08:00Winter storm Jonas 2016 just a random video of the storm. My first video was better but the file got damaged.<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/tP5atDcDEK0" width="480"></iframe>Chris Egnotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16041374709333625604noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7418681362446435286.post-70695342861494965842016-01-04T17:43:00.001-08:002016-01-04T17:43:23.889-08:00Joe's First Spotted Sallie<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/gsiUuFJqYQE" width="480"></iframe>Chris Egnotohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16041374709333625604noreply@blogger.com0