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."
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Sunday, November 27, 2005
Friday, November 25, 2005
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
C.S. Lewis remembered
In a total diversion from my established theme here, I am pausing to remember that one of my most admired men, C.S. Lewis, died on this day in 1963. In his honor I quote him here:
"Then Aslan turned to them and said: 'You do not yet look so happy as I mean you to be.'
"Lucy said, 'We're so afraid of being sent away, Aslan. And you have sent us back into our own world so often.'
"'No fear of that,' said Aslan. 'Have you not guessed?... all of you are--as you used to call it in the Shadowlands--dead. The term is over; the holidays have begun. The dream is ended: this is the morning.'"
From "The Last Battle"
Monday, November 21, 2005
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Saturday, November 19, 2005
I had heard that many PACIFIC GOLDEN-PLOVER spend the winter in Hawaii, but when I was there last week I was surprised to see them along trails in forests, in city parking lots, and even on rooftops. Definitely not the kind of places they frequent when passing through Oregon on migration. In any event, they certainly are appropriately named.
Monday, November 07, 2005
In India I saw several species of butterflies I'd never seen before, and on this one, which was trapped inside the control booth of the gondola at Parwenoo, I got a good look at only the underside. The top side was dark with contrasting stripes from side to side. I wonder where I can find illustrations of Indian butterfly undersides.
Friday, November 04, 2005
Indian Flying Fox bats resting
Indian Flying Foxes spent most of the day hanging head down 30 ft. above a busy Colombo street on October 12 and 13. In mid-afternoon they began flying off one at a time in different directions, presumably looking for fruit to feed on. I did see one hanging dead between two power lines, apparently victim of a short-circuit zap. Bad choice of a landing spot for a big bat.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
I'm still looking back to images from my recent trip to India, remembering the pleasure of watching, through the glass of my hotel window, this Common Myna and several of his fellows feeding on something deep in the blossoms on this tree. The scene was in sharp contrast to the wild, blaring traffic on a busy Chennai street just four stories below.