Midwest Nature Quote of the Week

Fifty miles west of Delta and the broad flats of the Portage Plains, the land begins to lift and fold. It rises into a plateau 1,500 feet above sea level—a lovely farmscape with clumps and groves of pale-barked aspen, neat farmsteads, and fields of cereal grains. And everywhere, jewel-like little potholes fringed with dark bulrush, the brighter greens of cattails, and the creamy green of whitetop grass. This is the famed Minnedosa pothole region, a rare meld of highly productive grainlands and equally productive ducklands.

John Madson, Out Home

Excerpt from The Raptors of Iowa

Each visit to a red-tail nest is a memory: the tiny gray balls of fuzz at three days that became the defiant, beautiful birds of twenty-one days; the adults screaming overhead as I banded their young and the startling rush of wings as they dove past my head; the ever-present gentle wind on the nest and the feeling of wildness that the setting brought. This feeling of wildness remained even though I could often see the water tower of a nearby small town from the nest; once I could see the campus of a great university from the nest tree.

The bird that evoked a huge amount of respect from me was the great horned owl, one of the most efficient predators in our state. It begins nesting activities in late winter to assure peak migration activity--and thus peak food supply--when the young hatch. I was a very energetic birder at that time, waking at dawn just to enjoy the birds and bird songs. Still, the horned owl would scoop me--every now and then I found sora or snipe, for example, in its nest that I had not yet detected. The adults were superb providers. I would find the owl nest, often an old red-tail nest, lined with the bodies of waterfowl or shore birds to the point where I could not immediately see the young owls. (In an article entitled "To Babes Really Lost in the Woods," Paul Errington recommended that anyone lost and hungry should look for the nest of this owl to take advantage of its super-abundant food.)


From the essay by Dean M. Roosa in The Raptors of Iowa , paintings by James F. Landenberger

Recipe: Cheese Lima Bean Casserole

Cheese Lima Bean Casserole

2 cups grated American, pimiento, or cheddar cheese         1/2 teaspoon salt
2 cups cooked lima beans                                                    1/8 teaspoon pepper
1/4 cups chopped green pepper                                           2 tablespoons flour
1/4 cup chopped onion                                                        1/4 cup water
1 1/2 cups canned tomatoes                                                 1 cup cracker crumbs
2 tablespoons butter

Combine 1 cup cheese with beans, green pepper, and onion and place in 1 1/2-quart casserole. Heat tomatoes with seasonings, stir in flour and water mixed to a paste, and cook until thickened. Pour over lima bean mixture. Combine cracker crumbs with remaining cheese and spread on top. Top with the butter. Bake in 350-degree oven for 30 minutes or until browned. 6 servings.

Neighboring on the Air: Cooking with the KMA Radio Homemakers, by Evelyn Birkby

Excerpt from Esther's Town

Fishermen caught pike, pickerel, bass, perch, and catfish in huge numbers, particularly in the Okoboji lakes and in Spirit Lake. In 1868 the Vindicator said that "one man with an ordinary pitchfork can secure a wagon-load of fish within a few hours." In 1870 Peter Larson caught a wagonful of fish at Okoboji. In addition to Okoboji, Spirit, and High Lakes, fish were caught plentifully in the west branch of the Des Moines River running through Estherville, the east fork of the Des Moines through Armstrong, and in some of the creeks.

But by the time father and I - during my teen years - were dipping our lines in the Des Moines River in search of walleyed pike and blue-channel catfish and rowing out hands sore probing the rushes and rock piles of Angler's Bay at Spirit Lake, we were grateful for modest catches. We had to employ more subtle lure than a pitchfork. Despite our fancy tackle and carefully selected bait, we were often "skunked," as my maternal grandfather described failure. Mother had to find substitute protein for the fish we planned to catch and she planned to fry.


Esther's Town, by Deemer Lee

Midwest Nature Quote of the Week

The woodlands encountered by settlers in the early 1800s were open and parklike; fires set by native Americans and by lightning kept fast-growing shrubs and trees from overtaking slower-growing plants. But as more people arrived the woodlands, like the tallgrass prairie, were cleared with amazing speed. Now only small portions of this special habitat remain, and many of its animals and plants are endangered or extinct: gone forever.

Many people are working to restore and enlarge what remains so that woodlands can continue to support a rich wildlife community. In 2005, the rediscovery of the magnificent ivory-billed woodpecker, long thought to be extinct, in the Big Woods of Arkansas shows how important it is to conserve woodlands.

Claudia McGehee, A Woodland Counting Book

Excerpt from The Raptors of Iowa

In childhood, Jim was a doodler. Rarely far from a scrap of paper, he used his pencil to create visual magic. This love of images led to a long career as an advertising artist at the Cedar Rapids Gazette. Designing display ads for cars, chiropractors, banks, and boutiques may have satisfied his doodling passion but left him remote from the birds he loved.

Jim's evenings were spent in his home studio, painting birds with the dream of becoming a successful professional freelance wildlife artist. Helped and mentored by good friend and renowned Canadian wildlife artist J. F. (Fen) Lansdowne, Jim perfected his craft. Eventually he sold a painting. Then another. Then limited-edition prints of his original watercolors began selling.

Jim's dream became reality when, after winning the Iowa waterfowl stamp contest in 1973 with his painting of gadwalls, he became the first three-time winner of the Iowa outdoor stamp design contests. With those awards came celebrity status and more painting and print sales in the golden era of wildlife art. He left the Gazette in 1977 to devote his energy to art.

Jim's work promoted his other passions: conservation and teaching. His art communicated the deep commitment to the protection of nature that permeated the very fabric of his being. Through art he became an effective teacher and motivator. Scan a Landenberger painting and you will see birds, fish, or furry animals surrounded by leaves, grasses, seeds, and sky in utter accuracy. Viewing a Landenberger painting sparks a desire to grab a pair of binoculars, strap on boots, and head for marsh, woods, or stream.

From the essay by Rich Patterson in The Raptors of Iowa , paintings by James F. Landenberger

Midwest Nature Quote of the Week

Many of the Loess Hills’ special qualities lie with upland prairies. Clinging to the westernmost line of hills where porous soil, intense sunlight, and strong winds combine to create a desertlike environment, the native grasslands contain an unusual association of drought-resistant animals and plants typical of the Great Plains. Those species form midheight grasslands that are a radical departure from the lusher, denser tall-grass prairies typical of the remainder of either Iowa or Missouri. Today many Loess Hills prairie species are rare or endangered.

Cornelia F. Mutel, Fragile Giants: A Natural History of the Loess Hills