Sunday, February 22, 2009

The treetop perchers and the lords of the tundra

Last weekend, after changing family plans and leaving work early on Friday, I traveled to Sault Ste. Marie in Chippewa County of Michigan's upper peninsula with Tex Wells to see our winter birds.  This year has been good for owls with many Snowy Owls, two Northern Hawk Owls and one vs. two Great Gray Owls being reported.  Additionally, there are good numbers of all the little winter birds too; redpolls, both winter grosbeaks and, if lucky, Bohemian Waxwings.


Our first treetop percher was a light-morph Rough-legged Hawk (Buteo lagopus).  We saw several on Saturday, and this bird on Sunday.  This is a cropped photo of a very distant bird.  I use it here because it shows the bird as they are often found, perched at the tops of trees making it distinguishable, even from a distance, from other mid-tree perching buteos, like Red-tailed Hawk (Buteo jamaicensis.)  Roughies are beautiful birds.

When we did not find the Great Gray Owl on our first pass along Lower Hay Lake Road we moved on to our next staked out birds at Nine Mile and Nicolett, reliable here because the homeowner feeds them.

Silhouetted profile of Sharp-tailed Grouse.

This front view shows a very round and plump bird.

We saw Sharp-tailed Grouse (Tympanuchus phasianellus) in a few spots, including strutting their stuff on a large, snow-covered field that may have been their lek.

The traditional stop at Dunbar Forest had all of the expected birds. Purple Finch (Carpodacus purpureus) was the only new species we saw here.  We happened to arrive at the same time the homeowners were filling their feeders - a time consuming affair at this house.  I am always struck by how beautiful Dunbar Forest is in winter, the only season I've ever been here.  So much about it makes me also want to return in early June.

From Dunbar Forest we drove to M-48 and McCabe roads for our third treetop percher.

Northern Hawk Owl (Surnia ulula)

Word has it that this bird was being hand-fed mice by birders, (dare I say bird photographers - in my mind, some - not all - of whom are becoming more and more like the birding world's Bernie Madoff's and Allen Stanford's.)  In any event, on Saturday morning the owl did not storm down to me upon hearing the car door close as was the experience of our friends who had seen the bird the weekend before.  We returned to see the owl on Sunday morning.  That's when the above photo was taken.  Terrible light, of course, but even in this tiny, cropped image you can see the bird's eyes.

From here we drove to Hantz Road followed by Centerline Road to find the lords of the tundra. I don't think we found any Snowy Owls (Nyctea scandiaca) on Hantz where at least a couple had been reported, but we did find three on or near Centerline.

Our first.  Thank goodness for fence posts.

I found the next two photos amusing.  


Almost exactly in the center of this photo you can see a round, little white head peaking over this collapsed barn roof.


Looking right at me - my cropped image of the photo above reveals that one cannot sneak up on these guys.  All of the Snowys we saw were juveniles.

From Centerline we drove over to Hulbert Bog so we could get not seeing the Gray Jays (Perisoreus canadensis) out of the way and allow for an early departure home on Sunday morning.  We were successful with both - we did not see the Gray Jays and we did achieve an early departure on Sunday.  Despite all of the baiting that prior birders had left, the Gray Jays did not come in to enjoy the peanuts I had purchased for them.  We did see two birds, with the size, shape and flight style of Gray Jays fly low from one side of the road to the other, but they continued on through the woods.  Where formerly Gray Jays have been so reliable, I am wondering if something has occurred to the population of birds at Hulbert Bog.  For the past three years at least, I, and many others, have missed them on this road.

 
     I found this photo, from February 2005, of a Gray Jay at Hulbert Bog.


The Black-capped Chickadees (Poecile atricapilla) above, and the Red-breasted Nuthatches (Sitta canadensis) did come in the enjoy sunflower seeds left by others and the peanuts I broke up and put down for them. Tex and I both agreed that we would gladly enjoy seeing a Boreal Chickadee (Poecile hudsonica), but they're not around either.


On the road into Hulbert Bog, we saw a flock of Evening Grosbeaks (Coccothraustes vespertinus) and on Sunday morning we also enjoyed a relatively close flock of Pine Grosbeaks (Pinicola enucleator.)


Question:  Why are Evening Grosbeaks and Pine Grosbeaks not in with our other grosbeaks? Is it that these two species are exclusively northern birds and the other five (?) species are tropical or have tropical migrations?  I also spent time learning the calls of our two winter grosbeaks which I have a chance to see so infrequently.  The Pine Grosbeak, in particular, has quite a distinctive and pretty call.


Common Redpolls (Carduelis flammea) were routinely seen both days. We saw only one candidate for Hoary Redpoll (Carduelis hornemanni) at the Nicolett house feeders, but could not get enough on this bird to convince Tex.

The rest of our stay was occupied by our search for the Great Gray Owl (Strix nebulosa.)  We had plenty of company doing the same thing.  On Saturday afternoon, we arrived back at Lower Hay Lake Road in time to see a flock of Bohemian Waxwings (Bombycilla garrulus) eating from a crab apple tree that, remarkably, still had fruit and then flying down to a puddle in the road to drink.  We waited as long as we had the patience for on Saturday evening and left Lower Hay Lake Road at dusk.  Later we learned that the Great Gray had been seen at deep dusk in a woods accessed from Seven Mile Road.  On Sunday morning we returned to both of these locations, and again, did not see the bird.

When we finally gave up the search for the Great Gray and were leaving the Soo, we saw our fourth, and last, treetop percher, a Northern Shrike (Lanius excubitor) high in a farm yard tree. It's amazing how these birds can be so easily missed.

The weather for our Soo birding weekend was extraordinary.  Dry roads, no wind, a bit of sun here and there, especially on Saturday afternoon and evening.  For our drive home on Sunday, the sun continued and the roads remained dry and safe.  The weatherman, Tex Wells, was very pleased.      

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Town Point: Sad end of an era

On Monday morning I opened an email from my friend Patti in Baltimore that was titled simply "sad news." Without even opening Patti's email I knew intuitively what the sad news was. The lease on our summer rental in Dorchester County on the Eastern shore of Maryland had ended. For years, more for Patti and her family than for me, we rented a rustic cabin on the banks of the brackish and tidal Fishing Creek River that fed into the Chesapeake Bay. Finished, over - just like that.

Evening settles into dusk over Fishing Creek.

Why? It's a long story which I am only partially knowledgeable. For the past several years, and particularly the last couple of years, the landlady had grown increasingly odd and difficult to deal with. I'd met her a few times and she was always cordial to me, but I never had to discuss the business end of our lease with her, as did our friend Brian. Apparently, this year, she was so over-the-top in her demands and assertions, that her increasing oddness and unreasonableness could no longer be ignored. Like that, our time at Town Point on Fishing Creek was over.


Difficult to see, but this view is of a small bay on the south side of the lawn. On the other side, you can barely see it, is the landlady's grand house. This bay is full of wildlife, including a very successful Osprey nest where the birds return year after year to hatch, fledge and teach their young how to fish over the river. A Great Blue Heron - my friend, Patti, called it our heron - was a daily visitor.


The cabin had once been a waterman's house. The original house is the center part, but over the years it had been added to on each side. The river is flowing just where this sentence appears. For all I can recall, I may have even been standing in the river when I took this photo.

The table is set for our evening meal.

We always ate on the screened porch. Sometimes our evening meals were quite grand. I happen to clearly recall, since this was only last July, that for the evening meal above we served Maryland crab cakes and Maryland Silver Queen corn-on-the-cob. For those who are reading this and who may not be acquainted with the local food of the Eastern shore of Maryland - these two foods are without comparison anywhere. Most late Saturday mornings required a trip to Kool Ice, the local fish market in town, where we purchased fish of all sorts - lump crab, croaker, snapper, etc. - for our evening meal. In the past couple of years, we had begun to frequent Emily's, a beautiful roadside produce stand, for corn, tomatoes, melons and pies fresh-baked by Emily's mother.  When Patti's father, Jack, led the evening meal grace he always ended with "many a fine meal has been enjoyed at this table."

After breakfast or dinner the table was cleared, the bridge cards often came out, teams were decided, and many hours of this fine game were enjoyed while listening to the sounds of the river - crab boats at work or Laughing Gulls flying out from or back to their evening roost nearer the bay.

The driveway to our cabin was a mile long through 40 acres of pine forest.

At night the Chuck-will's Widows called continuously ... chuck-wills widow, chuck-wills widow, chuck-wills widow ... a vigorous and beautiful call that many, birders and non-birders alike, enjoyed. Morning walks along the driveway often revealed many stunning sights. A doe with fawn looking my way at the sound of my footprints on the path, occasionally the local and rare Delmarva Squirrel could be seen scurrying across the driveway, Wild Turkey scuttling away, Bob-white calling at the woods' edge, a Barred Owl pair calling to each other in the early, gray morning mist ... I never did keep an official "yard list" of birds I found here, but it would have been long. In the meadow, where our driveway turned from south to west, was where I learned the full song of a Grasshopper Sparrow - not just the buzzy, insect like call - but the complex, high-pitched series of notes that this wonderful little bird is able to throw forth. My bed was a couch on the screened porch. In spring, I was awakened in the morning by loons calling on the river. Brown-headed Nuthatches liked to stop by a dead tree in the yard and their squeaky little calls announced their presence. One night in particular was very special; Friday, June 14th, 2002 from 2:00 am through 5:00 am I heard a Black Rail calling incessantly - keekeedur, keekeedur, keekeedur - from a marshy area on the south side of the cabin. This sound was like crack to me; every time I returned I wanted to hear the Black Rail call again and again. The following night, Saturday, it rained heavily and I never heard the Black Rail again. Nevertheless, at night I laid awake as long as I could to listen for its call.  



I have no bird photos from Town Point, but I did find this unidentified dragonfly that I photographed on the front yard stones.  Some little bit of plastic garbage seems to have captured its attention.
  
Turtle stop, turtle stop!

This guy above was found trying to make its way across the driveway on my visit to Town Point last July. I admit to a great fondness for turtles. As a kid, this was the only pet I was allowed to have, and even then, only in summer. I treated my turtles well feeding them raw hamburger in their big basin. But, at the end of the summer, I always had to return them to the lake. Since my childhood, I have always been able to spot a turtle crossing the road at almost any distance. I stop the car, get out, pick up the turtle and place it off the road in the direction it was moving. Look how beautiful this Box Turtle is!  Town Point was also where I saw my first ever Spotted Turtles in the drainage ditches along the driveway. Now, that's a cute turtle.  We took photos but, of course, I can't find them now.  The drainage ditches were also known to be a fine spot for some pretty large snappers.

The marsh at Hog Island

My visits to Town Point always included birding in Blackwater NWR, Elliot Island, Hooper's Island, Taylors Island or Hog Island, above, where last summer Steve Sanford, Gail Franz and I went to look for Saltmarsh Sharp-tailed Sparrows. We didn't find any on that day, but the experience of going to Hog Island (or any of the islands) is of stepping back in time.  At Hog Island, we were surrounded by nothing but the huge marsh and its lonely beauty.

Blackwater NWR is one of my favorite places. In 2002, I trained for the Labor Day weekend five day Dalmac bike ride from Lansing to Mackinac in Michigan by riding a 45 mile route through and all around Blackwater NWR. This was the finest cycling I have ever enjoyed - even with the very clear memory of once riding along Egypt Road when a dog came flying across its front yard and very nearly caught my left ankle. I didn't know, until then, that my legs had so much spin in them. After that day, I rode down Maple Dam Road.

KydeKY on her dog bed on the porch last July

All of our dogs enjoyed Town Point as much as we did. None of us will be able to think of time spent on the farm without also thinking about our dogs. Tuxedo, Tipper, Ky, Daphne, and the incomparable Skylar. Town Point is a dogs' haven and our dogs enjoyed it as much as we did.

My friends, Colleen McLean and Gail Franz

For, if anything, Town Point was all about relaxing. This was the essence of the place. We loved it all the more for the stolen leisure we were able to enjoy.

There's no way that our time at Town Point and all of the memories we have - I didn't mention the obligatory visits to Packing House Antiques, Felman's Antiques in Salisbury or Goose on the Roof Antiques along eastbound Route 50, stopping at Foxwell's in Easton on the way home; the birthday and Father's Day celebrations, the kayacks, swimming with sea nettles and nurse's sharks and many, many others - can ever be fully recalled in this brief and simple recollection. But, I hope you get the idea of what a great place and great time we all had at our Town Point. Daily life reminds us all of how nothing is forever. The loss of Town Point brings this into full focus. Life goes on and new adventures, places and joys will come with it.

Dusk settles into night over Fishing Creek

Postscript: So many of my visits to Town Point were photo-less. I guess I just took for granted that it would always be there. Fortunately, I have the above photos from my July, 2008 week long visit to tell this story. Unfortunately, these photos do not include the Chappells, Brian Torrance, Allen and others who have enjoyed Town Point for many more years than I have. I know this loss is much harder for them.

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Can one ever see too many Green Jays?

Both Green Jay photos taken at Salineno
Over five days birding in Texas, I found out that the answer to this question is no. These [unfortunately overexposed muting the full effect of their bright colors] Green Jay (Cyanocoras yncas) photos were taken at the Salineno feeding station. On Wednesday, January 28th, 2009, I left my house at 4:00 am to catch a 6:00 am flight to Corpus Christi, Texas.
When I left Detroit my world looked like this.
American White Pelicans (Pelecanus erythrorhyncho)
When I arrived in Texas, it looked like this. I was met at the airport by our trip leader, Karl Overman, and the other fortunate trip participant, Walter Everett. Birding began immediately. My first photo was of this charming Inca Dove (Columbina inca.)
Inca Dove
We saw and heard these little guys in most places on the trip. Their plaintive "no hope" call is very appealing. While not a particularly "special" bird, I include it here because this is one of my better trip photos.
Long-billed Curlew
My first life bird was this spectacular Long-billed Curlew (Numenius americanua.)
Mountain Plover
After leaving the water, we drove inland to huge plowed ranch fields, and after diligent searching finally found nine Mountain Plovers (Charadrius montanus.) Around these same fields we also found White-tailed Kite (Elanus leucurus) and White-tailed Hawk (Buteo albicaudatus.) All three were life birds for me.
Baby Jack Rabbit
I also found this jack rabbit bunny perfectly camouflaged in the plowed rows. He had to have perfect camouflage to remain hidden from the numerous hawks hunting the fields.
Great Kiskadee
The Great Kiskadee (Pitangus sulphuratus) was one of my new ABA birds. With their lemon breasts and bellies, rufous backs and big black and white striped heads, these gregarious and vociferous birds were very common and we saw them first at Estero Llano Grande State Park in Weslaco.
Rose-throated Becard
The best bird seen in Estero Llano Grande State Park was this Rose-throated Becard (Pachyramphus aglaiae.) I know this is not a good photograph, but I am so pleased to have any photograph at all of this little bird flitting in the leafy canopy. In the photo above, the bird can be identified by structure, bill size and shape and the small amount of rufous that is visible in the uppertail coverts. The bird was a young male and the rose throat patch was well seen.
After seeing my blog, my friend, Steve Sanford from Baltimore County, worked with my photo so that the bird was brighter and so his eye and rose throat could also be seen.
Common Pauraque
Another ABA bird for me was the Common Pauraque (Nyctidromus albicollis) photographed during its daytime sleep. Other good birds at Estero Llano were Green Kingfisher (Chloroceryle americana), Least Grebes (Tachybaptus dominicus) and Grasshopper Sparrow (Ammodramus savannarum.) If you're looking for Lincoln Sparrows (Melospiza lincolnii) in winter, this is a good place to find them.
Another very successful birding spot in Weslaco was Frontera Audubon Nature Sanctuary. Here we looked three times, unsuccessfully, for a very sedentary female Crimson-collared Grosbeak (Rhodothraupis celaeno) there. But, we were rewarded with another terrific bird. The photograph below is terrible - obviously - but I include it here because the fine chocolate-brown color of this bird is really beautiful.
Blue Bunting
My photograph of this female Blue Bunting (Cyanocompsa parellina) suggests that we had only fleeting glimpses. But we saw this bird well as we chased it around the orchard area of Frontera. It has a distinctive and clear bell-like chip note. The rich chocolate color of the bird is uncommon for North American birds, but Karl pointed out that this is a color found in many Central and South American birds.
Clay-colored Thrush
There were at least two and probably more Clay-colored Thrushes (Turdus grayi, formerly Clay-colored Robin) at Frontera. We saw many other birds here including Buff-bellied Hummingbird (Amazilia yucatanensis), Plain Chacalacas (Ortalis vetula), Gray Hawk (Asturina nitida) and Altamira Oriole (Icterus gularis.) We also found other birds here that are very good for this part of Texas; Wood Thrush (Hylocichla mustelina), Western Tanager (Piranga ludoviciana) and Pine Sisken (Carduelis pinus.) There were also a number of butterflies at Frontera. I was able to get good photos of some. Below are three of my best.
Band-celled Sister (Adelpha fessonia)
Dusky-blue Hairstreak (Calycopis isobeon)
Zebra Heliconian (Heliconius charithania)
While at Frontera we met Mary Gustafson, coordinator of the Texas RBA. She told us of a bird that we thought we had arrived too late to see secondary to it no longer being reported at Estero Llano Grande. She printed the directions from the RBA report for us and we set off. An hour later we arrived at our destination. After driving 3.2 miles down a bumpy, dirt two-track, CR30, and another 0.4 miles down an even bumpier two-track we arrived at a remote and wooded pond surrounded by large, plowed ranch fields.
In amongst the American Coots (Fulica americana) is our coup bird in Willacy County, Texas.
This Masked Duck (Nomonyx dominicus) was cropped from the above photo.  (Accepted TBRC 2009-13. Texas photo file number:  TPRF 2705.)
There to see it with me were, from left, Karl Overman, our trip leader, Walter Everett and Rich Trissel, our new birding friend who we met at Frontera (and who did see the Crimson-collared Grosbeak.) While putzing around and enjoying the Masked Duck, Rich also identified a Prairie Falcon (Falco mexicanus) soaring over the plowed fields; another bird we did not expect to see. At Salineno, Rich also saw a Zone-tailed Hawk, which did not make an appearance for us during our time there.

Golden-fronted Woodpecker
At Salineno we added Audubon's Oriole (to my dismay, all of my photos were too severely out of focus to show here) to our trip list and to my life list. We saw many Golden-fronted Woodpeckers (Melanerpes uropygialis) throughout the trip, but this photo was taken at Salineno. Aside, from this beautiful male's striking head plumage, it's not much different from the more widespread Red-bellied Woodpecker (Melanerpes carolinus.) We found a beautiful and active Ringed Kingfisher (Ceryle torquata) along the river. In the evening, three Red-billed Pigeons (Columba flavirostris) flew over the river from east to west. As it grew rapidly dusk, other waterfowl flocks flew over, but the Muscovy Ducks (Cairina moshcata) did not make an appearance for us. While we stood on the river bank waiting for the Muscovys to fly over and getting bit by mosquitos, we heard a distant Great Horned Owl (Bubo virginianus) hooting.

There were so many great places, great birds and other wildlife seen in the just over five day south Texas trip. We saw all but three of our target birds - Piping Plovers at South Padre Island flew off before we were able to get the scope on them, the Crimson-collared Grosbeak already mentioned and the White-collared Seedeater which we searched for on our final day, Monday, February 2nd.
Here's Walter chatting with a border patrol agent. In San Ygnacio much of the White-colored Seedeater habitat was flooded (no doubt at least one of the reasons why we did not find them here.) The flooded area, however, appeared to make it easier for a boat to sneak through with an illegal immigrant or two. While we were walking the trail, a boat amongst the flooded trees attracted the attention of the border agents. However, they must be accustomed to seeing birders here because the only attention we received from them were polite nods and a greeting of "good morning."


In all we saw 175 species of birds. I saw 22 life birds and five new ABA birds. Karl has been here many times and it was amazing how he could drive around this large area of Texas while only occasionally consulting a map. Thanks, Karl, for such a great trip. I'm already looking forward to the next.

Postscript: As you may know from reading my prior posts, neither my camera nor I are particularly well-suited to taking great photos. When I got home I downloaded 352 photos and immediately went through each and deleted 198 of them. As always, my trip review is written around presentable photos. As mentioned above, none of my Audubon Oriole photos were in focus. If even one had turned out, it would be included here. In future blog posts I will stop apologizing for my photos.

Sunday, January 25, 2009

Illumination in the Flatwoods

Sometime last autumn my friends, Harold Eyster and his sister Artemis Eyster, enthusiastically told me about this book.  In Artemis's words, "it's the best book I've ever read."  Coming from Artemis, this is quite an endorsement.  Using different words, her brother concurred.  So, I tucked the title away in my head.  Sometime, around Christmas, for whatever reason and in whatever context, I mentioned this book to my friend, Tim McKay.  Tim had also read the book and had equally high praise for it.  So, in the beginning of January I ordered Illumination in the Flatwoods by Joe Hutto, copyright 1995 by The Lyons Press from Amazon.  Cost - no kidding -$0.01, shipping $3.99.  After being shipped via China, it finally arrived in my mailbox.  I am on page 207 of 238 pages and I can recommend this book before even finishing and without giving away the ending.

Joe Hutto is a naturalist who hatches and imprints wild turkey poults.  In journal format, he takes the reader through his daily experience of parenting these young turkeys.  His describes the highs and lows of this experience without passion or drama.  In addition to his fine writing, Mr. Hutto is an accomplished artist.  The black and white drawings spread throughout the book are as fine and detailed as a photograph.  He also, in 2-1/2 pages, gives one of the clearest descriptions I have read about the ravages of habitat destruction.

I own up to having previously thought of wild turkeys as being rather uninteresting or unexciting when I see them in the field.  This book has led me to an enlightened view of the wild turkey and I can recommend Illumination in the Flatwoods to you as enthusiastically as Artemis, Harold and Tim recommended it to me.  Don't be thinking that wild turkeys are boring.  That would be wrong.        
  

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

January 20th, 2009: A special day for our country


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DELIVERED BY OUR 44TH PRESIDENT, BARACK OBAMA: My fellow citizens: I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.

Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because We the People have remained faithful to the ideals of our forbearers, and true to our founding documents.  So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.

That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.

These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land - a nagging fear that America's decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.  Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America - they will be met.

On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.  On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.

We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.

In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of short-cuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted - for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things - some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.

For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.  For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.  For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn.  Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.

This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions - that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.

For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act - not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together. We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology's wonders to raise health care's quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. And all this we will do.

Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions - who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.

What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them - that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works - whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account - to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day - because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.

Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control - and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our Gross Domestic Product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart - not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.

As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our Founding Fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake. And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.

Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.

We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort - even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.

For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus - and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.

To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society's ills on the West - know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.

To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.

As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us today, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment - a moment that will define a generation - it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.

For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.

Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends - hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism - these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility - a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.

This is the price and the promise of citizenship.  This is the source of our confidence - the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.  This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed - why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent mall, and why a man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.

So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:  "Let it be told to the future world...that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive...that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet [it]."

America. In the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.

Postscript:  I took the day off work today so that I could watch the whole inauguration day on television.  As usual, the pivotal moment of the day, for me, was President Obama taking the oath of office followed by the delivery his inaugural speech.  I was riveted - as were millions of others.  I have put his speech here, on my blog, so that we may always find it to read again, again and again if we wish.