Wednesday, August 29, 2018
The California Sister, not pictured here, looks very similar. The pattern of white spots on the wings is a bit different, but the easiest marker to recognize in flight is the Sister has a thin black border around the orange at each wing tip. I'll dig up a photo of the California Sister and add it here later.
Monday, August 27, 2018
Friday, August 24, 2018
I've been observing Chicory, off and on, all summer for years. Without taking carefully detailed notes, I can say that most of the time I have seen this plant at roadsides growing at least 2 1/2 to 3 feet tall before producing any blossoms. That's what the plant in the above photo did by the end of June. It was around 3' tall and produced only one or two blossoms when the neighborhood weed eater came by. For a 100-foot strip of land next to the driveway, what was shaved near to the ground was one Chicory, one Mountain Pink, and hundreds of Hawkweed. A couple of weeks later, the Hawkweed came back and looked similar to the original crop. The Pink never came back.
There were several more cycles of weed eating and regrowth until this past week when the original Chicory returned and at less than a foot tall has produced 4 blossoms so far. The latest crop of Hawkweeds look about the same, but are going to seed quicker than the original crop did.
So, did the Chicory sense "the end is near" and "decide" to produce flowers and the subsequent seeds before winter weather settled in? All I'm sure about is the current status of the plant is more photogenic than the original, plus, as always, it reminds of the the great Chicory coffee I used to enjoy while attending college in New Orleans.
Wednesday, August 22, 2018
Tuesday, August 21, 2018
Right now I'm at the college with lots of bandwidth so it's easy to upload photos, unlike at home, so here we are. It's now lunch time, so I'll have to add an explanation of these two after lunch. Original title was going to be "One leaf on one rock."
Sunday, August 19, 2018
Saturday, August 18, 2018
Friday, August 17, 2018
Monday, August 13, 2018
Sunday, August 12, 2018
Saturday, August 11, 2018
Thursday, August 9, 2018
Wednesday, August 8, 2018
I have only a passing interest in mosquitos, based mostly on two things - their potential as vectors for many human diseases, especially in more tropical areas, and several horrendous mosquitos attacks I experienced during college days in Louisiana.
Several of us in the zoology department at Tulane U in New Orleans had been given permission to study certain ground-dwelling mammals on Avery Island, the location of Tabasco and a wonderful wildlife sanctuary. E. I. McIlheny (the 3rd?) was a Tulane zoology major, so that was a great connection. I remember setting Hav-a-hart (sp.?) live traps in a grid pattern over a large meadow in the sanctuary. Lots of mosquito bites! The next day while we were checking the traps, they were waiting for us. A dense cloud of mosquitos attacked. We worked very fast, screaming, swatting, swearing, then finally giving up and running for dear life, dropping traps along the way. That was many years ago, so I can't remember how we resolved the situation. Probably came back to collect traps when it was not prime time for mosquitos. And, I was not privy to whatever study my professor was involved in. My true interest then was in reptiles, amphibians, and food flavored with Tabasco sauce.