Vegas Band Baby!!
Quite the commotion feeders cause as the temperatures start to fall, plants start becoming dormant, insect hatches decline. You’d almost think the ‘Bird-zombie apocalypse’ was coming on after observing behavior at the feeders and seeking the losers liking their wounds in the trees/bushes awaiting their next opportunity. One thing to note is that I have seen a lot of variety show up at the feeders this year I think partially because we moved to a lake community but also because we’re in the Central Flyway and there has been unusual weather.
Anyway, while I baby my detached Achilles tendon it is convenient to sit and take pictures from my screened in back porch. Though a couple are fuzzy I still hope you enjoy these. I know I did.
After this past year of epic
chaos interestingness, I am happy to say that I have learned a lot, and strangely, even the really unpleasant lessons are now showing me their value – retrospect is a fine thing indeed. Now, tempered to the strength of old boots, while hopefully not looking too much like one of them, I am happy to say that there is quite a lot of fabulousness to come over the next few weeks. Beginning with the epic launch in the next weeks of the beginning of her public life, Cynthia Reyes’ amazing Myrtle the Purple Turtle, closely followed by some unadulterated genius of science-fiction by the one and only Joelle LeGendre there is a lot coming up – all happy and wonderful beginnings from some very talented people.
I’ve made sure this time, that failing the actual end of the world…
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Not me with a pseudonym!
The clouds were building over Cedar Run and its forested gorge. The afternon was looking good for fishing in the low clear water but the trout weren’t having anything to do with the several small flies that I offered them. I paused to take a picture of Joe-Pye-weed flowers blooming at head-level on the banks of Cedar Run. It was then that I saw the first Blue-winged Olives fluttering from the stream. I tied on an imitation of the little mayfly, and watched the brook and brown trout race out from their hiding spots to try their luck.
I was thinking of Joe Pye (Jopi) for whom the plant, Joe-Pye-weed, was named. Ostensibly, Joe was a Native American doctor living in New England during the 1800s. Not too much is known about him, so I had the chance to think creatively about his life as a healer known…
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