tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129584962024-03-13T23:53:36.788-04:00The Naturalist's Journal, Nature Notes by Mary Stebbins TaittPhotos, drawings and ponderings on nature.Mary Stebbins Taitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10626507461216769140noreply@blogger.comBlogger120125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12958496.post-16500569755645817172012-09-05T08:59:00.001-04:002012-09-05T08:59:07.787-04:00Stalking the Wild Heron <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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September 3, 2012<br />
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I spent my Labor-Day holiday stalking herons. I took a lot of pictures, downloaded them, and showed them to friends and family.</div>
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"Nice," they said.</div>
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I was a little disappointed.</div>
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Then I realized that, as I already knew, the photos aren't that great.</div>
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For me, however, something was wonderful, astounding, joyous, fulfilling.</div>
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I cogitated.</div>
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I realized, finally, that it was the <i>experience</i> of stalking the herons.</div>
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It was sort of like climbing a mountain. When I was younger, I climbed mountains. I would walk, hike, scramble and struggle upward over rock, climb cliffs. I needed a lot of attention on where I put my feet and hands. I had to concentrate. Then, finally but suddenly, I was at the top. The sky opened and the scenery was spread before me. It was a rush. Joy. Satisfaction. Accomplishment.</div>
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The day before yesterday, I sat in the thistles on the bank of the pond and inched my way closer and closer to this heron. The long, sharp thorns pricked my skin. It was hot hot hot; the sun beat down on my face, sweat ran down in rivulets, and I sat and watched and waited and inched forward. I was concentrating. I was aware of the smell of the pond and the mud, the view of swans and turtles, the sun and the sweat, the heron, panting in the heat, standing totally still, or walking a step, and then standing still.</div>
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I inched forward, over and over, until I was closer than I have ever been before to a wild heron. I sat and watched. I took a lot of pictures. I don't have the best camera or the best lens. The background was cluttered. The pictures are imperfect. But I was alive, awake, aware.</div>
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I was having a peak experience. I can't share <i>that</i> with my friends and family, the living experience.</div>
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For them, it was just another heron photo. They've seen hundreds, and many better than mine.</div>
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For me, it was a lot better than "nice."</div>
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Would I have been as happy if I didn't succeed at capturing any photographs? Perhaps not, afterwards. But during the stalking, I was so in the moment that I was <i>beyond</i> happy.<br />
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I hope to post more heron shots and some heron info, sometimes soon.</div>
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merrytaithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389878391357276777noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12958496.post-12988165275549051392012-05-15T23:07:00.000-04:002012-05-15T23:07:32.313-04:00Poised to Strike<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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"Poised to Strike"<br />
acrylic on paper<br />
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This is a Green Frog whose call sounds like a banjo string being plucked. It has "seams" on it's back, unlike a bullfrog.merrytaithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389878391357276777noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12958496.post-50119538480368833852011-10-20T11:54:00.001-04:002011-10-20T11:54:41.492-04:00The Beauty of Flight (Owl)<div class="gmail_quote"><div bgcolor="#FFFFFF" text="#000000"><div class="im"><blockquote type="cite"><br> Watch on full screen. Only takes a few seconds.<br> <br> <a href="http://www.dogwork.com/owfo8/" target="_blank">http://www.dogwork.com/owfo8/</a></blockquote></div></div></div> Mary Stebbins Taitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10626507461216769140noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12958496.post-59569982949423512192011-08-08T18:05:00.001-04:002011-08-08T18:05:47.713-04:00Tattered Swallowtail<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N4_skgwHLgM/TkBcujf0szI/AAAAAAAACsc/UzwB7159BIc/s1600/Picture%2B187.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-N4_skgwHLgM/TkBcujf0szI/AAAAAAAACsc/UzwB7159BIc/s400/Picture%2B187.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638608688340316978" /></a>From Laurel Hill State Park in Pennsylvania, Lake Trail. by me, Mary Stebbins Taitt. Click image to view larger.merrytaithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389878391357276777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12958496.post-71764366052845050672011-02-19T21:06:00.000-05:002011-02-19T21:07:43.604-05:00Dragonfly Symbiosis<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yxe8AqcRAlA/TWB1MyMjeGI/AAAAAAAACWA/SL-XNpMHaSs/s1600/Picture%2B47.png"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yxe8AqcRAlA/TWB1MyMjeGI/AAAAAAAACWA/SL-XNpMHaSs/s400/Picture%2B47.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575585201177983074" /></a> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal">Dragonfly Symbiosis<o:p></o:p></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent:.5in"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal">A Story for Gretchen<o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Once upon a time, there was a girl who loved to go out in the woods and meditate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>One of her favorite places to sit in ZaZen was Lycopodium Knoll, a small rise in the sandy woods above Blue Heron Lagoon.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The knoll was covered with lycopodia, and the girl would sit with her back to a red maple and her middle finger touching her thumb and her hands resting on her knees. And sit.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">One day, however, her serenity was disturbed by deerfly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The deerflies buzzed nosily around and kept landing on the girl’s arms and shoulders.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>They were trying to bite her.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Suddenly, there was a much larger, louder buzzing and a huge insect landed on her knee.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>In its mandibles was a deer fly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The dragonfly noisily chomped down the deerfly and a moment later, zipped out and snagged another.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>When it had eaten that one, it snagged a third, and continued until it had eaten the entire platoon </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Then the dragonfly sat calmly on the girl’s knee waiting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Each time another deerfly or mosquito homed in on the girl, the dragonfly captured it and ate it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The girl acted as a food magnet for the dragonfly and the dragonfly protected the girl from insect bites.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And this is a true story.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Mary Stebbins Taitt (Click image to view larger.) This is a collaboration with Gretchen Owen.</p> <!--EndFragment-->merrytaithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389878391357276777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12958496.post-12847260617972342712010-10-15T08:51:00.003-04:002010-10-15T08:56:00.563-04:00Blog Action Day! WATER!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/TLg7knYHuYI/AAAAAAAACBU/aWqPfpHuH7w/s1600/Picture+294.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528234042828765570" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/TLg7knYHuYI/AAAAAAAACBU/aWqPfpHuH7w/s400/Picture+294.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 360px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 480px;" /></a><br />
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Water is everywhere. It sustains life. It makes our planet livable.<br />
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We drink it, we cook with it, we swim in it.<br />
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We sail on it.<br />
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But water is endangered! We threaten our own lives, our children and grandchildren, by polluting our water.<br />
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Yet there is HOPE!<br />
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Five facts about water:<br />
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<ol><li>Unsafe drinking water and lack of sanitation kills more people every year than all forms of violence, including war. Unclean drinking water can incubate some pretty scary diseases, like E. coli, salmonella, cholera and hepatitis A. Given that bouquet of bacteria, it's no surprise that water, or rather lack thereof, causes 42,000 deaths each week.</li>
<li>More people have access to a cell phone than to a toilet. Today, 2.5 billion people lack access to toilets. This means that sewage spills into rivers and streams, contaminating drinking water and causing disease.</li>
<li>Every day, women and children in Africa walk a combined total of 109 million hours to get water. They do this while carrying cisterns weighing around 40 pounds when filled in order to gather water that, in many cases, is still polluted. Aside from putting a great deal of strain on their bodies, walking such long distances keeps children out of school and women away from other endeavors that can help improve the quality of life in their communities.</li>
<li>It takes 6.3 gallons of water to produce just one hamburger. That 6.3 gallons covers everything from watering the wheat for the bun and providing water for the cow to cooking the patty and baking the bun. And that's just one meal! It would take over 184 billion gallons of water to make just one hamburger for every person in the United States.</li>
<li>The average American uses 159 gallons of water every day – more than 15 times the average person in the developing world. From showering and washing our hands to watering our lawns and washing our cars, Americans use a lot of water. To put things into perspective, the average five-minute shower will use about 10 gallons of water. Now imagine using that same amount to bathe, wash your clothes, cook your meals and quench your thirst.</li>
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<a href="http://vimeo.com/15336764">Blog Action Day 2010: Water</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user4794408">Blog Action Day</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<br />
Water is essential to nature, clean clear water!<br />
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The tree in the foreground is a white ash which is dying as a result of the <a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.gurnee.il.us/public_works/images/EmeraldAshBorer_lg.gif&imgrefurl=http://www.gurnee.il.us/public_works/emerald_ash_borer.html&h=465&w=768&sz=267&tbnid=tIN_ivvLSxR61M:&tbnh=86&tbnw=142&prev=/images%3Fq%3DEmerald%2BLeaf%2BBorer&hl=en&usg=__pKx4VCOgNWKa_Uya_fAKcIdSaR0=&sa=X&ei=YHdVTJiPHc3_nQfS4P3BAw&ved=0CB0Q9QEwAQ">emerald ash borer</a>. The painting was made at night, and the lower dead branches appeared bright, whereas the upper ones were dark. Click image to view larger.merrytaithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389878391357276777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12958496.post-25984806328302152010-07-17T14:43:00.003-04:002010-07-17T14:46:29.691-04:00The Voracious Predatory Chipmunk<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/TEH55DPZVpI/AAAAAAAABc8/2rwvhxf9lVs/s1600/IMG_0546-728733.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/TEH55DPZVpI/AAAAAAAABc8/2rwvhxf9lVs/s320/IMG_0546-728733.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494947778886456978" /></a></p><div class="gmail_quote">While We were at Bay Furnace Campground Near Pictured Rocks, and Keith was absent from the campsite, Mary watched a drama unfold. A chipmunk who had been nosing around the campsite all morning suddenly aroused the ire of a little chipping sparrow, who chipped madly and fluttered around sort of like a killdeer trying to lead a predator away from it's nest. The chipmunk paid no attention to it and began nosing around the area of open piney woods where the chipping sparrow was. </div><div class="gmail_quote"><br /></div><div class="gmail_quote">The sparrow then began attacking the chipmunk, pecking vigorously at its head. Then, Mary spotted a baby chipping sparrow fluttering about in the tall weeds and sparse tall grass. The chipmunk spotted it, too, and rushed after it and there was some furious scuffling where the baby was trying to flutter away, the chipmunk was trying to catch it, and the mother was pecking the chipmunk vigorously. Then, the chipmunk grabbed the baby by the throat and killed it and ran off about 20 feet and started eating it. Mary, who was trying to reposition herself to see better, accidentally scared off the chipmunk, who left the dead baby under a pine and never came back for it while we were still at camp. The mother chipping sparrow kept<br />searching and calling and searching and calling up until we left.<br /><br />When we got back from our expeditions, hours later, we both checked, and the dead baby bird was gone from where the chipmunk left it. Since the chipmunk had already killed the bird, we hope he ate it.<br /><br />This is not the first time that Mary has observed a chipmunk being predacious. She has also seen a chipmunk kill and eat a large water snake, big enough to have eaten it.</div>merrytaithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389878391357276777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12958496.post-36669666660957056692010-06-22T12:25:00.000-04:002010-06-22T12:35:45.523-04:00The Tortured Killdeer<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/TCDmYU1VlHI/AAAAAAAABUk/PJ3DZ9jrgm8/s1600/IMG_0352-745524.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/TCDmYU1VlHI/AAAAAAAABUk/PJ3DZ9jrgm8/s320/IMG_0352-745524.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485637651720934514" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/TCDmZoau-OI/AAAAAAAABUs/StxzYvwP4RM/s1600/IMG_0353-749994.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/TCDmZoau-OI/AAAAAAAABUs/StxzYvwP4RM/s320/IMG_0353-749994.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485637674157930722" /></a></p>Back when school was in session and it was cooler and quieter at the<br>marina, a killeer built its nest under a tree. Then one hot Saturday<br>when all the kiddies were out of school and picnics were in full<br>swing, someone occupied the cooker next to the bird's nest and the<br>people coming and going kept scaring the Mom off the nest. She'd run<br>back and try to get settled and get scared away again. I yelled at<br>one guy for scaring her. But we had to leave--I coudln't guard the<br>nest--I hope the nest, the eggs, the babies, the parents all survive.merrytaithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389878391357276777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12958496.post-2222510910777817242010-06-02T14:51:00.001-04:002010-06-02T14:51:59.248-04:00wild mushrooms<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/TAaoT9wpSBI/AAAAAAAABJ0/f1AbudX129s/s1600/IMG_0546-719249.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/TAaoT9wpSBI/AAAAAAAABJ0/f1AbudX129s/s320/IMG_0546-719249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478251057692362770" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/TAaoUV23XnI/AAAAAAAABKQ/WAOHfJxGLvY/s1600/IMG_0547-721549.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/TAaoUV23XnI/AAAAAAAABKQ/WAOHfJxGLvY/s320/IMG_0547-721549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478251064160902770" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/TAaoU4_nMGI/AAAAAAAABKg/XroY_L8C8Fg/s1600/IMG_0548-723312.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/TAaoU4_nMGI/AAAAAAAABKg/XroY_L8C8Fg/s320/IMG_0548-723312.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478251073592832098" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/TAaoVcSxnVI/AAAAAAAABK4/iC4w7MtOkSY/s1600/IMG_0549-725691.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/TAaoVcSxnVI/AAAAAAAABK4/iC4w7MtOkSY/s320/IMG_0549-725691.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478251083068448082" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/TAaoV-Am2ZI/AAAAAAAABLA/pWyaAA7a8ZY/s1600/IMG_0550-727298.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/TAaoV-Am2ZI/AAAAAAAABLA/pWyaAA7a8ZY/s320/IMG_0550-727298.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478251092119050642" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/TAaoWTMSKxI/AAAAAAAABLY/QQQnWsb144M/s1600/IMG_0551-729049.JPG"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/TAaoWTMSKxI/AAAAAAAABLY/QQQnWsb144M/s320/IMG_0551-729049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478251097805171474" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/TAaoWjTo68I/AAAAAAAABLg/YWwVtkiCKEI/s1600/IMG_0555-730917.JPG"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/TAaoWjTo68I/AAAAAAAABLg/YWwVtkiCKEI/s320/IMG_0555-730917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478251102130990018" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/TAaoXblP_3I/AAAAAAAABLo/xZr69Lqhj9g/s1600/IMG_0558-732896.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/TAaoXblP_3I/AAAAAAAABLo/xZr69Lqhj9g/s320/IMG_0558-732896.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478251117237239666" /></a></p><div class="gmail_quote">Last year, we found morels at the Pinery. This year, things were<br> farther along, and though we searched, we found none. We did find<br> wild mushrooms though, and ate them.</div> merrytaithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389878391357276777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12958496.post-30122494038806625592010-05-04T13:28:00.001-04:002010-05-04T13:28:42.261-04:00In Every Yard<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S-BZSj6k0TI/AAAAAAAABDI/VoICxv8J4Jg/s1600/IMG_3544-722262.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S-BZSj6k0TI/AAAAAAAABDI/VoICxv8J4Jg/s320/IMG_3544-722262.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467468123041222962" /></a></p>I think there is a robin's nest in EVERY YARD, at least one--I can't<br>beleive how many robis you see walking down the street.merrytaithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389878391357276777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12958496.post-33723570690358892372010-04-25T13:51:00.001-04:002010-04-25T13:51:24.193-04:00Snowy Egret Painting<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S9SBHFzTIUI/AAAAAAAAA-0/ZRYgh_hfkbk/s1600/Egret+Flying+100425-1348-784194.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S9SBHFzTIUI/AAAAAAAAA-0/ZRYgh_hfkbk/s320/Egret+Flying+100425-1348-784194.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464134206723662146" /></a></p>Finished this morningmerrytaithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389878391357276777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12958496.post-57761401261733121572010-04-12T14:37:00.001-04:002010-04-12T14:37:46.748-04:003 quick sketches<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S8NoemQcwHI/AAAAAAAAA48/rEvHRG158JA/s1600/magnolias+100412%23154-766748.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S8NoemQcwHI/AAAAAAAAA48/rEvHRG158JA/s320/magnolias+100412%23154-766748.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459322048178077810" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S8Noe4R6MGI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dv_xThnUka0/s1600/Picture+119-767865.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S8Noe4R6MGI/AAAAAAAAA5M/dv_xThnUka0/s320/Picture+119-767865.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459322053016039522" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S8NofsesrFI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/HcCLyfPZzU4/s1600/Picture+117-770246.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S8NofsesrFI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/HcCLyfPZzU4/s320/Picture+117-770246.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459322067028323410" /></a></p>magnolia, dead robin, pansiesmerrytaithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389878391357276777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12958496.post-54401608428285179682010-04-12T14:35:00.001-04:002010-04-12T14:35:03.934-04:00garter<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S8Nn2H8-9oI/AAAAAAAAA4s/1nYP62GuNHs/s1600/Picture+135-703935.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S8Nn2H8-9oI/AAAAAAAAA4s/1nYP62GuNHs/s320/Picture+135-703935.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459321352848602754" /></a></p>snakemerrytaithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389878391357276777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12958496.post-88529660002147333212010-04-10T14:10:00.002-04:002010-04-10T14:33:20.960-04:00Spring Wildflowers<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S8C_AKQSejI/AAAAAAAAA2M/yxOWYQqo2yQ/s1600/CRW_8814-708617.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S8C_AKQSejI/AAAAAAAAA2M/yxOWYQqo2yQ/s320/CRW_8814-708617.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458572757846620722" border="0" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S8C_AREqomI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Tcv_FAnpL9Y/s1600/CRW_8830-709682.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S8C_AREqomI/AAAAAAAAA2U/Tcv_FAnpL9Y/s320/CRW_8830-709682.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458572759676920418" border="0" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S8C_AlEX22I/AAAAAAAAA2c/FPVA9Wy9YD8/s1600/CRW_8848-710734.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S8C_AlEX22I/AAAAAAAAA2c/FPVA9Wy9YD8/s320/CRW_8848-710734.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458572765044398946" border="0" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S8C_AxPVYUI/AAAAAAAAA2k/usxx4m_0qPs/s1600/CRW_8854-711788.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S8C_AxPVYUI/AAAAAAAAA2k/usxx4m_0qPs/s320/CRW_8854-711788.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458572768311599426" border="0" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S8C_BBSYBfI/AAAAAAAAA2s/gZOb3NFTTU0/s1600/CRW_8860-712567.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S8C_BBSYBfI/AAAAAAAAA2s/gZOb3NFTTU0/s320/CRW_8860-712567.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458572772619322866" border="0" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S8C_BTdeIqI/AAAAAAAAA20/AbdrCPvx5X8/s1600/CRW_8870-713507.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S8C_BTdeIqI/AAAAAAAAA20/AbdrCPvx5X8/s320/CRW_8870-713507.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458572777497698978" border="0" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S8C_BrE5hkI/AAAAAAAAA28/ghmMaJi-tSI/s1600/CRW_8875-714694.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S8C_BrE5hkI/AAAAAAAAA28/ghmMaJi-tSI/s320/CRW_8875-714694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458572783837087298" border="0" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S8C_BzqlX3I/AAAAAAAAA3E/OwzFFnQ80aQ/s1600/CRW_8878-715486.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S8C_BzqlX3I/AAAAAAAAA3E/OwzFFnQ80aQ/s320/CRW_8878-715486.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458572786142633842" border="0" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S8C_CA4ZrfI/AAAAAAAAA3M/_gahXAX9l-Y/s1600/CRW_8876-716317.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S8C_CA4ZrfI/AAAAAAAAA3M/_gahXAX9l-Y/s320/CRW_8876-716317.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458572789690248690" border="0" /></a></p>Hurray! Spring is HERE! Woohoo! It's still early, but there are<br />lots of wildflowers out.<p>Chickweed, Vernoica, Dutchman's breeches, cut-leaved toothwort, more<br />Dutchman's breeches, hepatica, trout lily, spring beauty, trillium, in<br />bud.</p><p>Click the images to view them larger.<br /></p>merrytaithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389878391357276777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12958496.post-78054768772058274422010-03-17T13:39:00.001-04:002010-03-17T13:39:44.385-04:00les petits fleurs<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S6ET4PQqE2I/AAAAAAAAAqY/lFHtNfF1Mpc/s1600-h/IMG_4703-784386.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S6ET4PQqE2I/AAAAAAAAAqY/lFHtNfF1Mpc/s320/IMG_4703-784386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449658880985011042" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S6ET4WL9E2I/AAAAAAAAAqo/Dkr6UxePJ-M/s1600-h/IMG_4704-785913.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S6ET4WL9E2I/AAAAAAAAAqo/Dkr6UxePJ-M/s320/IMG_4704-785913.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449658882844332898" /></a></p><div class="gmail_quote">FLOWERS! The red and silver maples are in flower! YAY!<br> </div> merrytaithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389878391357276777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12958496.post-57232281101550636762010-03-17T13:28:00.000-04:002010-03-17T13:29:00.408-04:00flowers and buds<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S6ERXOj8vJI/AAAAAAAAApA/U7KuP6tKbL0/s1600-h/CRW_8711-740408.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S6ERXOj8vJI/AAAAAAAAApA/U7KuP6tKbL0/s320/CRW_8711-740408.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449656114838551698" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S6ERXvIQlfI/AAAAAAAAApM/MhtkfKb12PU/s1600-h/CRW_8712-742746.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S6ERXvIQlfI/AAAAAAAAApM/MhtkfKb12PU/s320/CRW_8712-742746.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449656123580782066" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S6ERYH5MzjI/AAAAAAAAApY/JcsMuZBl9vE/s1600-h/CRW_8713-744753.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S6ERYH5MzjI/AAAAAAAAApY/JcsMuZBl9vE/s320/CRW_8713-744753.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449656130228506162" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S6ERY9seb3I/AAAAAAAAApo/SYLJxZi1p4g/s1600-h/CRW_8714-747689.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S6ERY9seb3I/AAAAAAAAApo/SYLJxZi1p4g/s320/CRW_8714-747689.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449656144670650226" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S6ERZQ8M1rI/AAAAAAAAAp4/4pdj1kh-UPs/s1600-h/CRW_8715-749810.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S6ERZQ8M1rI/AAAAAAAAAp4/4pdj1kh-UPs/s320/CRW_8715-749810.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449656149836879538" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S6ERaTAh56I/AAAAAAAAAqE/fl0Vpl8z5j8/s1600-h/CRW_8716-753068.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U18Pkzzfm1c/S6ERaTAh56I/AAAAAAAAAqE/fl0Vpl8z5j8/s320/CRW_8716-753068.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449656167571777442" /></a></p>It's coming!!! aconites, tulips, snowdrops, hellebore! Woohoo!<br> merrytaithttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07389878391357276777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12958496.post-32504940744583346782009-09-23T08:28:00.001-04:002009-09-23T08:28:51.696-04:00Mystery of the dead birds<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9St9mFLbOU/SroUg8w93WI/AAAAAAAAXfg/AnyaroCEbCY/s1600-h/IMG_0980-731697.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9St9mFLbOU/SroUg8w93WI/AAAAAAAAXfg/AnyaroCEbCY/s320/IMG_0980-731697.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384638860774727010" /></a></p>Along a trail I walk almost daily, dead birds keep appearing,<br>sometimes, different kinds of birds, sometimes Emglish sparrows or<br>starlings. They are always in the same place. I don't know why. Is<br>someone shooting them and leaving them there? Is there something<br>poisonous that they're getting into?Mary Stebbins Taitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10626507461216769140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12958496.post-68208800373495719192009-09-08T11:12:00.003-04:002009-09-08T11:57:10.152-04:00Okra<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9St9mFLbOU/SqZ0SzlxJpI/AAAAAAAAXDw/Xa--gq9a0-g/s1600-h/IMG_0895-731752.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9St9mFLbOU/SqZ0SzlxJpI/AAAAAAAAXDw/Xa--gq9a0-g/s400/IMG_0895-731752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379114671375722130" border="0" /></a></p>I never thought much about okra. I liked it in gumbo but never considered the plant, thought I'm educated as a botanist. A non-practicing botanist, however. I never thought about okra until on impulse, I decided to grow it. It's a lovely plant with large maple-like leaves and a tree-like form, but hibiscus-like flowers. A mallow, I said to myself, a hibiscus! I wanted to look it up, but I'm getting a little forgetful--I never remembered to do it! Finally, I did, and lo and behold, it's of course a mallow and one of its alternate generic names is Hibiscus! Wahoo.<br /><br /><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Okra"><b><span class="binomial"><i>Abelmoschus esculentus. </i></span></b></a><span class="binomial"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Okra">Malvaceae</a>.</span><b><span class="binomial"><i> </i></span></b>I'm not TOTALLY senile yet! How fun! It brought back memories of eating mallows and concocting soups and "poisons" as a child with hollyhock flowers and seeds. Sorry the bugs have gotten at this blossom. I use no sprays.Mary Stebbins Taitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10626507461216769140noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12958496.post-13448335962152527652009-08-30T14:38:00.001-04:002009-08-30T14:38:44.647-04:00Intermeshing<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9St9mFLbOU/SprHNIVL1eI/AAAAAAAAW4U/cc_TqPw9OPI/s1600-h/CRW_8447-724649.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9St9mFLbOU/SprHNIVL1eI/AAAAAAAAW4U/cc_TqPw9OPI/s400/CRW_8447-724649.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375828133608674786" /></a></p>in late summer, autumn intermeshes with spring. (See previous post).Mary Stebbins Taitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10626507461216769140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12958496.post-26410394043314625052009-08-30T14:37:00.001-04:002009-08-30T14:37:20.322-04:00First Fringed Gentian of the season<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9St9mFLbOU/SprG4AHbDjI/AAAAAAAAW4M/Psi1d5NWWww/s1600-h/CRW_8439-740324.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9St9mFLbOU/SprG4AHbDjI/AAAAAAAAW4M/Psi1d5NWWww/s400/CRW_8439-740324.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375827770626215474" /></a></p>The very first. In a bog at Indian Springs. The phenology sites are<br>documenting the fall migration and the fall leaves are coloring up,<br>but some plants are still in their "springtime."Mary Stebbins Taitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10626507461216769140noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12958496.post-45186582747909489812009-08-30T14:35:00.001-04:002009-08-30T14:35:30.358-04:00Dead bees<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9St9mFLbOU/SprGckgZ0MI/AAAAAAAAW38/uk71YsoPGkU/s1600-h/CRW_8425-730359.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9St9mFLbOU/SprGckgZ0MI/AAAAAAAAW38/uk71YsoPGkU/s400/CRW_8425-730359.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375827299358331074" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9St9mFLbOU/SprGdITqKOI/AAAAAAAAW4E/cXm-kbtUrak/s1600-h/CRW_8428-732317.jpg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_F9St9mFLbOU/SprGdITqKOI/AAAAAAAAW4E/cXm-kbtUrak/s400/CRW_8428-732317.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375827308968552674" /></a></p>We found a number of dead bees attached to these bee balms. These are<br>two different one, and there were were more. I don't know why they<br>were dead or what killed them. Other years, I've found dead<br>grasshoppers attched to plants.Mary Stebbins Taitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10626507461216769140noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12958496.post-79698384828379634112009-08-30T14:32:00.001-04:002009-08-30T14:32:10.448-04:00Cicada<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9St9mFLbOU/SprFqmxBuPI/AAAAAAAAW3U/UrbAgtQGPY8/s1600-h/CRW_8420-730449.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9St9mFLbOU/SprFqmxBuPI/AAAAAAAAW3U/UrbAgtQGPY8/s400/CRW_8420-730449.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375826440971466994" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9St9mFLbOU/SprFrQNPxdI/AAAAAAAAW3c/i-6_-ELo3WU/s1600-h/CRW_8415-733170.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9St9mFLbOU/SprFrQNPxdI/AAAAAAAAW3c/i-6_-ELo3WU/s400/CRW_8415-733170.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375826452095682002" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9St9mFLbOU/SprFsEsAa0I/AAAAAAAAW3k/QySRC9atLGw/s1600-h/CRW_8413-736756.jpg"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9St9mFLbOU/SprFsEsAa0I/AAAAAAAAW3k/QySRC9atLGw/s400/CRW_8413-736756.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375826466183342914" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9St9mFLbOU/SprFslzrN3I/AAAAAAAAW3s/KWcLIhFNSFU/s1600-h/CRW_8405-738851.jpg"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9St9mFLbOU/SprFslzrN3I/AAAAAAAAW3s/KWcLIhFNSFU/s400/CRW_8405-738851.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375826475073877874" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9St9mFLbOU/SprFtWFCEQI/AAAAAAAAW30/x1AyCaChUoQ/s1600-h/CRW_8395-741218.jpg"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F9St9mFLbOU/SprFtWFCEQI/AAAAAAAAW30/x1AyCaChUoQ/s400/CRW_8395-741218.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375826488031580418" /></a></p>It crawled up out of the ground onto Keith's car tire and emerged,<br>blowing its wings up. I took it off the tire and put it on the oak<br>tree.Mary Stebbins Taitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10626507461216769140noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12958496.post-52929586178979911952009-08-30T09:16:00.001-04:002009-08-30T09:16:41.455-04:00Ripening Sunflower Seeds<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9St9mFLbOU/Spp7uXwXYNI/AAAAAAAAW1o/pcF2iW1-UmQ/s1600-h/IMG_4260-701457.JPG"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F9St9mFLbOU/Spp7uXwXYNI/AAAAAAAAW1o/pcF2iW1-UmQ/s400/IMG_4260-701457.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375745141801181394" /></a></p>The birds are picking them out, one by one.Mary Stebbins Taitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10626507461216769140noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12958496.post-26346276204647944822009-08-26T12:17:00.001-04:002009-08-26T12:17:39.618-04:00Wordless Wednesday ('Possum)<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9St9mFLbOU/SpVgI9mzwcI/AAAAAAAAWuo/tX00YgXymNQ/s1600-h/IMG_2668-759620.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F9St9mFLbOU/SpVgI9mzwcI/AAAAAAAAWuo/tX00YgXymNQ/s400/IMG_2668-759620.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374307437429113282" /></a></p>I posted this to No Polar, but it occurred to me I should post it here. This 'possum, in a tree, is trying to make itself invisible, but I see it anyway. They really do a good job playing dead--you can poke them and poke them. One time I poked on one too many times and it got up in disgust and walked off, but mostly they don't, and they sort of get bloated. They get hit in the road a lot though--and if you look in their pouches, you may find babies--I've raised a number that way. (I used to try not to post the same thing to more than one blog, but I have different readers on different blogs. I have company coming and have to run off.<br> Mary Stebbins Taitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10626507461216769140noreply@blogger.com0