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Big Spoon

maple spoon

I carved this serving spoon/ladle from a red maple branch a friend of mine had cut. It had a beautiful curve to it which I followed with the spoons shape.  Red Maple is sometimes called soft maple, and it is when compared to Sugar Maple, though its still pretty hard.  Red Maple can get brown streaks in it as you see here. Sometime they occur throughout a section of wood and is referred to as ambrosia maple by woodworkers.

Robin Nest

This nest is on a shelf in my folks garage. Every time anyone walks through the mother flies off the nest almost into the persons head, startling the heck out of them.

I had seen a Robin with a beak full of grass trying to get in just a couple weeks ago.  Now they have two eggs.  I look forward to the baby birds, my daughter Gabby and I can watch them grow.

PS sorry for the not great picture, my good camera needs repair.

Little Spoons

hand carved spoons

I made these two little eating spoons out of the same black birch log.  It’s amazing to me how complex a thing trees are.  The darker of the two was from the heart wood and the lighter the sapwood.  And they are quite thin, not much more than a millimeter in the bowl and end of the handle, and still plenty strong enough to do their job. Birches are flexible, strong trees that can bend a great deal under the weight of snow and not break.  I often see small birches with their tops bent all the way to the ground under a heavy snow.

These spoons are the smallest I have made and took just as long as the biggest ladle due to the complexity of the design necessary for a good eating spoon (the picture does not show this well as you cannot see the profile, I’ll do better next time) and their thinness.

Working with natural material that are harvested personally is one of the best ways I know to connect with ones local landscape.

Wild Edible Plant Walk With The Forest Wolf

coltsfoot

I will be leading a plant walk at the Institute for American Indian Studies in Washington CT May 14th (Mothers Day) from 12:30 to 3:30.  So instead of buying your mom flowers take her for a nice walk in the woods to learn about wild ones together.

You will have to register with the Institute ahead of time to be sure there is room.

With thanks

The Forest Wolf

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Old Blog Posts

In my attempt at “re-branding” I am bringing over most of my old blog posts from the Three Red Trees blog.

There are years of good posts there that will now all be in one place.  And I get a lot of search traffic from them that I hope will bring more attention to this site (its crazy how many people google “skunk poop”).

So if you haven’t seen much of my previous work take a look.  Its mostly pictures of animal tracks and the stories that go with them as well as occasionally the animals themselves.  The old posts should be up in a day or two.

With thanks

Andy

Tess the Kestrel.

kestral sculpture

Kestrels are little falcons that hunt insects and other small animals.  I carved this Kestrel from Eastern Red Cedar.  The wood was easy to carve though splintery.  I ended up sanding this (and need to do a little more sanding in some tight spots) to get a good finished surface.

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Patreon

Big changes for me, back in Connecticut to stay and a refocusing my career.  To facilitate my art and craft I have created a Patreon page to gather support in the old style of Patron and Artist.  Follow this link to find out more Forest Wolf.

I am also combining my natural history and wilderness skills endeavors onto this blog and my other Forest Wolf platforms.  The fate of Three Red Trees remains to be seen, certainly a new name or absorption into Forest Wolf altogether.  I will still do the work of Nature Connection, how can I not, and the Cattail Gathering will continue.

Stay tuned here for images of my work and wildlife and animal tracks.

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Forest Wolf

This is a short story by a friend and colleague of mine. Though is isn’t written in at rhyming style it feels like a song or a saga. Change is tough and often brings sadness and he captured that and more in his story.

Zephyr Writes

A wolf lay on the earth, staring restless at the sky. The moon was covered with the sky-fog, and the pack was distant. Restless, the wolf licked its lips and began to pace back and forth, growling and whining at the sky, but that moon would not show, and he felt lost. His stomach clawed. He had not eaten for days, save a rabbit, which was not enough.

Slowly and quietly, he padded low through the brush, his hackles raised as he smelled ill humors on the air. The moon was hidden from him, but he knew this forest. He was stalking to the nearby spring. His mouth was dry with thirst, and he hoped to see deer, even at the hour. If there was a sickly elder, he could perhaps surprise it.

The forest wolf smelled the sweet smell of the trees near the water and slowed as he…

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