To describe my lifelong fascination with flight and with creatures that fly I like to echo the words of John James Audubon who in 1839 wrote of himself as "...one who never can cease to admire and to study with zeal and the most heartfelt reverence, the wonderful productions of an Almighty Creator."
Saturday, April 30, 2005
Wednesday, April 27, 2005
Monday, April 25, 2005
Saturday, April 23, 2005
Thursday, April 21, 2005
One of my earliest memories is of the Violet-green Swallows that used my dad's nestboxes, and I always wished that I could watch the actual nest-building process, and what they did with the chicken feathers I tossed up for them to catch on the wing. Of course, the indoors part was always hidden from view. But now, thanks to technology, I can satisfy my curiosity about that. This female was checking out one of my boxes today, and seemed to like the layout pretty well.
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Having heard that Painted Lady butterflies were streaming northward from the well-watered deserts of Mexico and Arizona this spring, I was not surprised to see many passing by my office today. But when I got a close-up look at this one I was amazed that it could look this good after flying for hundreds of miles, and maybe a thousand. Quite a remarkable lady, and beautiful, too!
Sunday, April 10, 2005
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
A relative newcomer west of the Rocky Mts., the Barred Owl is not bashful about advertising its presence. This one has taken up residence in a city park, and is asking of anyone within a hundred yards, "Who cooks for you?" I have a question of my own: "What has changed in the west that now makes it a welcoming place for this species?"
Monday, April 04, 2005
Of all the signs of returning spring, the arrival of "my" Violet-green Swallows always clinches it for me. I've seen others around the area for a few weeks, but just a few days ago, on a sunny morning, there were several suddenly at my house, flying up to the nestbox they used last year. They seem as pleased to be back as I am to have them back. I just wish I knew where they spent the winter; probably somewhere between San Diego and San Salvador.