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.
Like I wrote yesterday, I'll probably pester my followers with photos and stories of the Treehoppers over the next few weeks, but, I promise, I won't limit the blog to that topic. This morning I provoked the big mama a bit to see if she would fly. It was still too clodl for flight, but she was pretty good at trying to hide behind the twig as I approached. I chased her around the twig several times before I could get this shot. I assumed she was responding to my approach via the visual sense, but I'm not sure. I'm sure someone has written a dissertation on these bugs, but I enjoy finding things out for myself. Richard Feynman, the late physicist and Nobel laureate wrote a book titled "On the Pleasure of Finding Things Out" which I found very inspiring. As a school teacher, I have always honored curiosity, despite the number of cats that may have perished in its pursuit.