Nearly a month went by without any new posts, despite my recent statements about blogging in earnest. I found that teaching writing classes not only involved lots of time grading papers but also focused my interest on writing. I'm actually writing a lot in various journals and notebooks, but was not focusing in the short run on material I wanted to post here. Finally, in the month of July, I managed to resume my average of one post per day for the month. I plan to surpass that volume from here on out. What I post here, combined with my daily writing in journals, is mostly fine-tuning what I hope to publish in a memoir about my experiences in education as student, parent, teacher, supporter and critic.
Meanwhile, I am still available for guiding local nature hikes. Contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org to inquire about rates and parameters of time, distance, and personal needs regarding matters of health and fitness.
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.
...for a vulture, that is. Or a flock of crows. We first saw this beaver carcass when it was intact, nearly a month ago. How it got to this place on the PG&E power line, far from any creek, remains a mystery to me. On our walk yesterday, I first came across the bones of a rear leg. Then I started finding other parts strewn about.
Scapula and front leg bones, then, in the middle of the path, the lower half of the backbone with the tail pad still attached.
Not the most pleasant sight on a nature walk, but, nevertheless, part of the cycle of life. It didn't smell at all, so our dog didn't notice it. Some insects and microorganisms must be doing their jobs.