A common grackle (Quiscalus quiscula). Because I like grackles. Obviously. They don’t get the respect they deserve.
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A few of my favorite things #7
This ain’t yer daddy’s dandelion
I’m a sucker for dandelions. I know, they’re the scourge of manicured yards everywhere, but move beyond that boring green sheet of sameness and let a splash of color here and there add some excitement to your lawn.
When they go to seed, it’s like a galaxy full of stars. One breath is all it takes… to ruin that yawn-inducing disaster you call a landscape.
Oh, but I said this ain’t yer daddy’s dandelion. Wanna see why?
That’s my grimy paw to give you size comparison. As seed heads go, this one is bigger than a baseball. Imagine the mayhem that could cause in your tedious little St. Augustine canvas.
But what creates a seed head that large?
Western salsify (Tragopogon dubius). Mighty purty, ain’t it?
The flowers are like dandelions on steroids. Huge burning stars of color that stand waist high.
[all photos from White Rock Lake]
International Day for Biological Diversity 2010
Today, May 22, 2010, is the International Day for Biological Diversity. I began this post with the idea of celebrating the day by offering various examples of nature’s beauty. But then I realized ‘celebrate’ connotes a positive meaning that hardly seems appropriate. Why? This year the International Day of Biological Diversity comes on the heels of a very disconcerting study:
In 2002, world leaders committed through the Convention on Biological Diversity to achieve a significant reduction in the rate of biodiversity loss by 2010. We compiled 31 indicators to report on progress toward this target. Most indicators of the state of biodiversity showed declines, with no significant recent reductions in rate, whereas indicators of pressures on biodiversity showed increases. Despite some local successes and increasing responses, the rate of biodiversity loss does not appear to be slowing.
At present, nearly 100 species of plant and animal combined go extinct during every 24-hour period. That equates to more than 35,000 species every year. And despite promises to address the causes and take action to reverse trends, governments and people as a whole have actually increased pressure on nature rather than decreasing it. Scientists call this the Holocene extinction, an ongoing mass extinction event. Whether or not it should be called the Anthropocene extinction is irrelevant; that humans are the only hope for stopping it is what matters.
“Going green” seems like a badge people wear so they can be patted on the back and congratulated for their foresight and compassion. Changing a light bulb helps, but changing our governments and our attitudes will make the only real differences. Will your grandchildren think of elephants in the same way we think of the Carolina parakeet? Will their grandchildren think of rusty blackbirds the same way our children think of the Tasmanian tiger? Will future generations think of the Arctic in terms of open water or endless seas of ice? Only time will tell.
Biological diversity is a giant web. As each strand breaks, the entire web becomes more unstable. We scarcely can think ourselves immune to the effects of the slow-motion downfall of this massive interconnected system. It feeds us, it clothes us, it shelters us, and it heals us. But once the web no longer can support itself, we fall with the rest of it. I wonder if it will be too late before people understand that.
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Photos:
[1] Red-eared slider (Trachemys scripta elegans); admittedly the darkest melanistic male I’ve ever photographed, which makes him the oldest melanistic male I’ve ever photographed
[2] Common meadow katydid (Orchelimum vulgare)
[3] Great egret (Ardea alba)
[4] Brick cap (Hypholoma sublateritium); the mushroom did not mature before succumbing to our lack of rain this spring
[5] Canada wildrye (Elymus canadensis)
[I usually do not preach. In fact, over the years I’ve grown increasingly adverse to doing so. I will draw attention to someone else’s preaching if I feel the subject worthy of attention (preaching by proxy). But sometimes things hit me just right and I have to say something. This is just such a time because this subject is critically important and is something about which I am quite passionate.]
Whack!
What is it with hitting me on or about the head? Whether it’s a bagworm landing in my hair, a wind-blown tree branch slapping me in the face, a large garden spider landing by my eye, or angry mockingbirds bouncing off my head, it just seems that my biological belfry attracts all manner of impacts. So I wasn’t surprised when…
A few weeks ago—this is obviously before my camera died—I sat on the porch of the White Rock Lake park office in Sunset Bay. I had just searched Winfrey Point for killdeer and scissor-tailed flycatcher nests. On my way back toward home I decided to sit for a few minutes and do some people watching.
And that’s when it happened. Whack! Upside the head. Again. I rolled my eyes.
It’s not like my cranium makes for a big target. Still, no matter where I am or what I’m doing, I should expect to attract nature’s kamikaze assaults.
Whatever hit me stuck in my hair. I could feel it moving. So I reached up and gently pulled it from my locks. It was large, perhaps 30mm/1.25 inches in length. A small tank struggling with my fingers. One look and I realized it was a male Florida leaf-footed bug (Acanthocephala femorata).
I placed it gently on the office porch where it scrambled up to the door.
There I was once again on my hands and knees chasing something with a camera, an act that begged for more than a few inquisitive looks from passersby. And it even elicited a quick visit from the park supervisor since I was crawling around their porch. I’m surprised he didn’t tap me on the scalp to get my attention.
I know they’re considered pests, but I rather like the whole group of leaffooted bugs (family Coreidae). That’s probably because they remind me of kissing bugs (subfamily Triatominae), the devilishly delightful critters that drink blood—including from humans.
My fondness for them notwithstanding, I scolded this chap for thumping my noggin. It won’t do any good, I know, if my experience is any indication. Nature will go right on taking aim at my thinker.