Nearly a month has gone by without any new posts, despite my recent statements about blogging in earnest. I'm finding that teaching writing classes not only involves lots of time grading papers but also focuses my interest on writing. I'm actually writing a lot in various journals and notebooks, but not focusing in the short run on material I want to post here. We'll see what develops. Let's just say, my cessation of blogging is not due to deterioration of my health. I might be back soon. It probably depends on how spring unfolds - wildflowers, lizards, interesting insects, etc., usually fire me up and prompt me to keep my camera batteries charged.
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.