Temperature: 77°Humidity: 30%
Sunny
On Wednesdays I only have half an hour for lunch. This really cuts down on my walking time so today I opted to park myself at a picnic table and watch the world go by (and go by it did). The picture above is of the lake.
At first I closed my eyes and listened to the Mourning Doves (Zenaida macroura). Seriously, is it mourning or morning? I can make arguments for either name. By doing a little research I found out they used to be called Carolina Pigeons. Is this a necessary fact? No, but I love finding things that relate to where I live. I don't know why, but when I hear the song of the mourning dove I feel like I'm in an old western. Don't ask, I really don't know.
After opening my eyes I watched Barn Swallows (Hirundo rustica) perform their insane flight patterns. Although flies and aphids are the main staple of their diets, I can only pray they are snagging the evil mosquitoes mentioned in previous posts. (By the way, as I wrote that, I was scratching a huge bite on my elbow. Whew, itchy!).
One of my Green Anole friends ran past me in the grass. I've never seen one so exposed and out in the open before. Maybe that was why he was running so fast.
Tons of butterflies were out today. Can I name them for you? HaHa, No. Let's just say there were big ones and small ones, bright ones and dull ones. I really need to brush up on basic butterfly ID. So many butterflies, so little time. Wait, who am I kidding? I have all the time in the world. But it will take a while to learn even the most basic ones.
At the end of my break I watched an Eastern Bluebird (Sialia sialis). Can anyone watch such a colorful bird and not feel their spirits rise? If not, then you have no soul. No soul I tell you.
At first I closed my eyes and listened to the Mourning Doves (Zenaida macroura). Seriously, is it mourning or morning? I can make arguments for either name. By doing a little research I found out they used to be called Carolina Pigeons. Is this a necessary fact? No, but I love finding things that relate to where I live. I don't know why, but when I hear the song of the mourning dove I feel like I'm in an old western. Don't ask, I really don't know.
After opening my eyes I watched Barn Swallows (Hirundo rustica) perform their insane flight patterns. Although flies and aphids are the main staple of their diets, I can only pray they are snagging the evil mosquitoes mentioned in previous posts. (By the way, as I wrote that, I was scratching a huge bite on my elbow. Whew, itchy!).
One of my Green Anole friends ran past me in the grass. I've never seen one so exposed and out in the open before. Maybe that was why he was running so fast.
Tons of butterflies were out today. Can I name them for you? HaHa, No. Let's just say there were big ones and small ones, bright ones and dull ones. I really need to brush up on basic butterfly ID. So many butterflies, so little time. Wait, who am I kidding? I have all the time in the world. But it will take a while to learn even the most basic ones.
At the end of my break I watched an Eastern Bluebird (Sialia sialis). Can anyone watch such a colorful bird and not feel their spirits rise? If not, then you have no soul. No soul I tell you.
Picture found at: NC State Parks
1 comment:
Did I tell you that I got to hold a Carolina Parakeet in my hands?? I was so emotional that I swear a tear welled up in my eye. My right eye. Haha.
Seriously, though...I've often gazed at Audubon's portrait of the Parakeets, speculating that they were related to modern Conures from South America. After holding that 1900 beakless specimen preserved in ample arsenic, I am astounded at how much they look like Sun and Jenday Conures. Amazing.
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