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Our Winter Hawks: It can be a rough ride for rough-legs

Our winter visitors from the Arctic Circle, Rough-legged Hawks. The French name for our winter hawks is Buse pattue, the scientific
community recognizes them as Buteo lagopus, while birders know them as
Rough-legged Hawks. But, I call them Winter Hawks because that's the
only time of the year we see them. The rest of the year they're either
nesting up in the Far North, very close to and even on the Arctic
Circle, or they're moving back and forth on their long treks.

Rough-legged
Hawks are the heaviest of a tribe of soaring hawks known as Buteos
(which includes our common red-tailed hawk), a term that comes from the
old Latin Butzus which gave us the term, Buzzard. Rough-legged Hawks
weigh in at about three to five pounds (males smaller and lighter than
females), have a wing-span of over four feet and stay in the air almost
effortlessly by using atmospheric lift. They come by their name because
of the feathers that come all the way to their toes, a physical trait
that helps them keep their eggs warm in cold nights of the Far North.

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Spring Forward: Happy Days, Ski-O and Skin to Win

Spring Forward
King of the Cone surveying his KingdomHey, don't forget to get up at 2am this Sunday to turn
your clock forward one hour! Some people lament the loss of sleep time
but I usually throw a "Happiest Day of the Year" party which includes
looking for crocuses poking out of the ground, dusting off the bike or
kayak and planning summertime adventures. Oh, and filling out the PPP
registration form, of course, which is now available at www.mbsef.org.
Now that Spring Forward Day is in March, skis are still in the picture,
but if you're growing weary of the same old trails, these two upcoming
events are opportunities to try something new.

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The Salary Question

It takes a special kind of temperament to coach competitive sports at any level. In the amateur world it’s usually a parent or some dedicated

It takes a special kind of temperament to coach competitive sports at any level. In the amateur world it's usually a parent or some dedicated volunteer who is willing to put in long hours for little or no pay to give young athletes the kind of chance that they themselves had as kids.

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Cry Wolf: Wild wolf sighted in the Cascades?

Chris Mortimer, a naturalist from California, was driving over Santiam Pass in late January when he was suddenly shocked to see a very large, wolf-like

Chris Mortimer, a naturalist from California, was driving over Santiam Pass in late January when he was suddenly shocked to see a very large, wolf-like animal dash across the road in front of him. "Wolf!" he shouted, and pulled over to the side of the highway.

With only a small, point-and-shoot camera at his disposal, he did the best he could to document what may turn out to be the first wild wolf seen in these parts in over 100 years.

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Keep the Karma Flowing: Share your passion – you never know what may come of it

When my Mom was growing up, girls were expected to wear dresses, look pretty and not cross over the center line on the basketball court.

When my Mom was growing up, girls were expected to wear dresses, look pretty and not cross over the center line on the basketball court. Lucky for me, I grew up in the age of Title IX, crossed half-court and got dirty. Even today though, sports and the outdoors are more a guy's realm, and many girls need encouragement to venture there. This week, I'd like to motivate you to thank someone who inspired you and to share your passion for the outdoors with someone new.

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Carpe Diem: A Central Oregon dilemma

Winter is back! After a long drought, new snow arrived this past week just in time to make WinterFest feel like WinterFest and prevent local

Winter is back! After a long drought, new snow arrived this past week just in time to make WinterFest feel like WinterFest and prevent local powderhounds from committing hara-kiri. In fact, it presented us with a classic Central Oregon dilemma: What is the best way to utilize a perfect powder weekend? Which, of course, is part of the much grander existential question of how to maximize a lifetime of powder, waves, singletrack, endorphins, full moons and sunshine. I've been pondering such things lately.

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Underwater Pot and Dim Knights

Left Field doesn't really give a damn about Michael Phelps taking a
bong hit. And we're pleased that so many others don't care either.
After Kellogg's (the cereal and snack company that also employs other
cereal peddlers like Tony the Tiger, as well as Snap, Crackle and Pop)
decided not to renew Phelps' sponsorship contract, the blogs have lit
up with voices decrying Kellogg's seemingly silly actions.

There
are even online petitions that have gathered a few thousand signatures
from individuals pledging to boycott Kellogg's products. Here's an
excerpt from one particularly hilarious petition: "The Kellogg's has
profited for decades on the food tastes of marijuana using Americans
with the munchies. In fact, we believe that most people over the age of
twelve would not eat Kellogg's products were they not wicked high."

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Holy Migration, Batman: Robins, robins, everywhere!

American Robins doing what they like to do best, drinking and bathing… Unless you're not paying attention to what's going on around you, you
can't help but notice a few robins swooping about Central Oregon these
days. Few can be placed in the 10,000 to 15,000 number, and I think
that's a low count. On the week of this year's Christmas Bird Count
(CBC) there were almost half-a-million of them over in the Pauline/Post
country, east of Prineville.

Where did they come from? is the
most-often asked question when people notice robins flocking to
junipers and pooping all over their cars and porches. I never saw this
many last summer, is the usual comment after the question.
The
answer is that these are not our robins, that is, last summer's robins.
The robins we're seeing and hearing in the junipers and backyards
during winter are down from the Far North , probably from Canada and
Washington, perhaps a few from Alaska and the Northwest Territories.
And they're here for only two reasons: companionship and food. When one
robin finds food, everyone finds food, and food means juniper berries
(and other fruit).

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Happy Valentine’s Day! Treat your sweetie to wax and Winterfest

WAXING POETIC
We're jammin'Valentine's Day is upon us and I'm sure you've planned a romantic getaway for your main squeeze, right? Well, if you're at a loss for what to do for your sporty sweetie, here's an idea. Personally, I think a bouquet of glide waxes and a poem on my doorstep would be quite romantic. Something like:

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Here's some Toko
So I can ski with You!

Everyone is familiar with the symbolism of roses of different colors, but why not "Say It with Wax?" Just follow the temperature chart to pick a wax to match the warmth of your feelings. With Toko, it's simple: Blue, Red or Yellow. Swix and Solda allow for more colorful bouquets and a wider range of feelings. Here's a quick guide to the Meaning of Wax:

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Mid-Winter Stoke: A Postcard from Disney World

Dear Readers,

Greetings from sunny Orlando, Florida!
Driving away from the airport through a dead flat sea of urban sprawl on a jam-packed highway tossing quarters into tollbooth baskets, I thought about how much I missed Bend already. I'm here with Meg and Dave Chun to spend four days at Surf Expo, the biggest trade show for the surf industry, selling Kialoa stand-up paddles. Working in the surf biz is a pretty good gig, but even so, you sometimes have to pay your dues. Here, in the land of amusement parks, it's all about escaping reality. My love of surfing is all about connecting to the ocean, oneness with the water, the sun and the moon (what else would you expect from a Pisces?). Ironically, we couldn't be farther from that inside the cavernous, windowless Orange County Convention Center surrounded by thumping music, aisles of stickers and wax flotsam, and a flotilla of surfboards. But, some mid-winter stoke is a very good thing and I thought I'd send some along to the surfers in the crowd.

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