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.
While pulling weeds early this morning, and feeling a little sorry for the pretty ones, I had the pleasure of scaring up some interesting insects. I reflected on a bumper sticker I saw yesterday in the Safeway parking lot that read "Save a bug; mount an entomologist." Turns out that the fellow who drove the car was a biology graduate of UCSB and had taken courses from a fellow zoology graduate of Tulane University who has been a professor at UCSB for a long time. We had a great time reminiscing on our associations with Dr. Armand Kuris. But, back to the topic at hand. Legs. The above grasshopper's rear legs literally glowed in the low angle of morning sunlight. They were translucent while the body was opaque and that made for a dramatic contrast.
Then I came across some very small - perhaps an inch long - Praying Mantises. They were the exact color of the dried grass, so I nearly missed them. They could have ended up in the trash can then transported to a secret place where I dumped the weeds. But I rescued them and hope they find new cover - perhaps in the weeds of the neighbor's yard.
This one was quite aware of being photographed. - seemed to be wanting a "selfie." I obliged.