I’ve found that if you move slowly enough, sometimes a frog will climb up on your hand and sit there. Not this time, though! I think the problem was my position; I couldn’t keep the hand flat enough and it didn’t like feeling enclosed.
Well, this wasn’t what I expected to find smack in the middle of the veggie garden path yesterday. I guess someone got caught short.
(The garden is netted, but somehow they still manage to find a way in, and then can’t get out till I open the gate and shoo them off. And they REALLY like blueberries.)
For some reason this spring I started finding cocoons and chrysalises. It started with the wonderful one I found in March, which I’d determined was likely the cocoon of a Ceanothus Silk Moth. It had been pretty battered up, so I didn’t expect much, but I put it in a huge glass jar with a piece of screening over the top, and left it outside the kitchen window so it was sheltered but I could immediately see if anything hatched. Continue reading “Hatching of a different kind”
Yeah, it’s out of focus. I like it anyway, and it somehow seems to fit the story I just found. Here’s a direct link to the PDF of the article “A bee as pet – a bee psychologist’s perspective.” It includes a letter from a woman who had an extraordinary relationship with a wingless bumble bee queen, and the commentary of Lars Chittka of the Bee Sensory and Behavioural Ecology Lab at Queen Mary University of London.
Oh, and there’s more pictures with this article.
Top image, because I can’t get the caption to show:
This is peak British Columbia: in an almost clear sky, the one tiny bit of cloud obscures the sun as it approaches maximum occlusion. (Photo of a pinhole projection.) Continue reading “eclipse”