Thursday, September 24, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
I would be remiss if I did not mention the extraordinary habits of the ruby-throated hummingbirds and the jewel weed cups their orange flowers offer, and create the need for the deep dive for nectar, as these amazing little irridescent foragers dip voraciously over and over to put on the weight of sugar that will enable these intrepid travelers to return to the sub-tropical realm for a long and richly deserved reward. I should hope to have occasion to follow these brilliant friends down the coast, hopefully all the way down to the tip of Florida, where the Ding Darling and Corkscrew Refuges await the sun bird…hoping to see the Frigate and the red-shouldered hawks, the warblers returning to the sub-tropical, the occasional bobcat, and the rare but possible black bear. Just to put a point on it, from the vantage of my swampy meadow, I heard this past evening the whinnying call of the screech owl…not an unusual sound to be sure, but one that always brings a joy and a hope for the existence of healthy habitat and the subtle waning of day length. The motion of the spheres claims all as its purview.