After a slow first five months, I'm back to blogging in earnest. In the forthcoming few months I plan to keep on tracking the blooming of wildflowers, the activities of bugs and reptiles and any other critters I'm quick enough or lucky enough to photograph, and to comment on ecological relationships. Since there is an increasing sense of ecological crisis among many people and more vigorous denial of such on the part of others, I will inevitably comment on the social and political dimensions of survival as I see them.
I am still an adjunct instructor in the English Department at Feather River College, but time permitting, I am available for hire as a nature guide in the region in and around Plumas County. A brochure describing my usual kinds of natural history adventures is in development. Email me c/o email@example.com with your mailing address and a statement of interests, and I'll send you a rough draft.
I have been teaching since 1965 and have recently joined the English Department as an Associate Faculty member at Feather River College. Recently taught Nature Literature in America and am currently teaching Interpersonal Communication and Basic Reading and Writing.
I'm sitting in a noisy coffee shop, but it's pleasant noise. It's foggy this morning, and when I left the house I heard a few Pacific Chorus Frogs (pics 1 and 3 above) chirping. I love frogs, but they've become California's (and maybe the world's) "Miner's Canaries." I know, weird combination of images. To make matters more confusing, canaries got their name from some islands which, in turn, got their name from wild dogs (Canis). Anyway, at the present time, the rapid decline in frog populations is a serious indicator of environmental degradation in general. So, tomorrow, which is Save the Frogs Day, do something nice for frogs. Maybe start by checking out Save the Frogs Day websites and activities. Then, read about your local species of frogs and toads. You might fall in love. Around Quincy, we only have four native species plus the Bullfrog, but whenever I see one I reminisce on the South where I went to college and where there are several dozen species of frogs and toads. May they all thrive!