Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Nature Bike


(Please remember, if you'd like to enlarge
any of the pictures in my blog, just click on it.
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to where you left off.)




As the summer is winding down, I find myself looking for a last bit of excitement.
And even though today was cool and overcast,
it turned out to be a perfect day for a Nature Hike -
or should I say Nature Bike!


I still enjoy riding my bike as much as I did when I was a kid.

See...I can do it with no hands even!


And so this afternoon I biked all the way to the end of our town's bike trail,
and crossed over the Minnesota River.



Then down the highway, and to the public river access.

This I found to be muddy and unexciting.

But what's this? A trail?

On the muddy banks of the river I note that other explorers have come before me.
Looks like some time ago they built a fire pit.
And these cleft-footed tracks tell me another visitor was here as well,
perhaps earlier today.


Ooo. Look! A Monarch in a tree.
Too bad it's a bit dark here. Too dark for a descent picture.



But here's a lovely little pink flower.
If only the Monarch would fly over here to get it's picture taken.
Some bugs are just camera shy, I guess.


You think I'd be used to it by now,
but it always makes me sad to see the first fallen leaves.
Summer gives way to fall, and fall gives way to winter...


Enough gloomy thoughts.

Time to head back to my bike and continue my little adventure.
But do I go back the way I came (boring)
or take an alternate route through the tall grass?


Why not? It's too late in the year for wood ticks. I should be okay.

The grass was all full of happy bugs, buzzing hither and thither...
including this cute little guy. I named him Charlie.


Time to head back to town. But as I stop to take a second look at the river
I feel something crawling on my arm. I brush it off and discover...



this!

It was one of the biggest spiders I'd ever seen.
And to think, it was probably on me since the tall grass!
I think I'd rather have a wood tick...


No, I wouldn't.

I hate ticks.

Back to the bike trail.


Hey look! There's more Monarchs in these
wild flowers growing along side the trail.
This one is feeding on a lovely wild thistle.
I think blooming wild thistle are just gorgeous! Don't you?


Almost as gorgeous as the Monarchs feeding on them.
These late hatching Monarchs
will likely fly thousands of miles and winter in Mexico. Amazing.


Here are some more of those cute yellow bugs.

But what are they doing...one on top of the other?

Why it's a regular bug orgy. Charlie doesn't know what he's missing!


This poor old Viceroy has been through a lot.


He's lost a chunk of each hind wing, and tons of scales to boot.
Poor fella. Oh well.
At least he doesn't need to fly down south for the winter.
He'll die soon. Viceroys winter as caterpillars in these parts.


I found all sorts of bees and wasps here too.
See the orange ball on this guy's leg?
It's the pollen he's been collecting.
He stores it there. What a smart and busy bee!




After I got tired of looking at bugs I continued on, back through town,
past the grain elevator, and the ball park, and some graffiti covered buildings,
(Between you and me, I find graffiti art to be quite stunning
and pleasing to the eye, but I won't post it here lest there be
some vulgarities in my photo I am unaware of.)
and finally came to just the place I was hoping to find.


A quiet little hill on the edge of town where I could sit and finish my book.

Which I did.

That is the end of my hike,
the end of my blog,
and (unfortunately) the end of summer.

But it's also the end of the hiatus I have been taking from blog writing.
I plan to go back to posting one-a-week from here on out.


Or at least, until next summer.

Bye for now!



Sunday, August 1, 2010

Butterfly Collection

While on my “Minnie” vacation last weekend, I took a long walk one morning and snapped this picture. My mom used to call these little guys “moths,” but it is actually a fine specimen of the Cabbage White Butterfly or the Pieris rapae. For those of you who didn’t know, I’m sort of nuts about butterflies.


It all began back on the farm growing up. My sister Becky (eight years my senior) had a small field guide on butterflies and moths. Following its how-to section on the capture, killing, and mounting of these colorful winged insects, she amassed an impressive collection. She displayed them in a wooden box with a glass cover my dad made for her. The butterfly net she used was carefully crafted out of an old broom handle, a wire clothes hanger, and a worn out piece of cheese cloth. It seems to me she did little else each summer than work toward her objective of catching, killing and displaying one of every butterfly indigenous to our area. And I, acting as her eager assistant, followed her around, lending a hand where I could, cheering her on all the while.


As a grownup I tried to pass this hobby down to my own children. None of them seemed interested. I soon realized if I wanted someone in this family to start a butterfly collection it would have to be me.


My first victim was a happy little yellow butterfly I now know as the Clouded Sulfur. This is a very common butterfly to these parts, but as I had none at this point I figured I might as well start with the easy ones. Following the how-to section of the very same book my sister had used (now with a rubberband to hold in its pages) I put the poor little guy in a jar with some alcohol, sealed it up tight, and waited for him to die. Then I transferred his lifeless body to the makeshift spreading board I had thrown together and pinned his little wings out flat. I’ll never forget what I found when I went to check on my little friend the following morning. Apparently, I hadn’t quite killed him. I only put him out for awhile. He was still laid out flat on the stretching board, but his little legs were wiggling about, as if screaming in butterfly sign language, “Get me out of here!”


I quickly took him outside and released the tiny paper strips holding him down. As he flew back home to no doubt tell all his butterfly friends of his harrowing experience, I called out, “I’m sorry,” really hoping against hope he’d understand and forgive me for putting him through all that.


Suffice it to say, I do not capture butterflies anymore – except with my camera!


Once I got a decent digital camera with a macro setting for close-ups it became my new hobby. I now have a wonderful butterfly collection; it’s a special photo album filled with pictures I took of these amazing creatures. And I’m happy to report, no butterflies were harmed or traumatized in the making of this collection.


Here's a sampling. Enjoy!

Note: You can click on the pictures to make them bigger.








Red Admiral
7-12-2010
Redwood Falls, MN

















Tiger Swallowtail
8-1-2008 (?)
Our Backyard












Painted Lady
9-23-2007
Our Backyard












Mourning Cloak
6-26-2010
Flandrau State Park
New Ulm, MN












Clouded Sulfur
7-23-10
Meeker County, MN












Northern Pearly Eye
7-8-2009
Flandrau State Park
New Ulm, MN















Monarch
8-1-2009
Our backyard
I raised this little feller from a pup!
(I mean a chrysalis.)