By Eilene Lyon I decided to have lunch on the deck today - apparently I don't open the umbrella often enough! Cautiously peering up inside before opening it, I was expecting perhaps some paper wasp nests. This little guy probably didn't appreciate such a rude disturbance to his/her midday slumber. I swear I heard and... Continue Reading →
The Drought Diaries: Insects
By Eilene Lyon Mosquitoes July 10, 2017 Today was my turn to walk the dogs. The Sarah-Palin-bugs (“Drill, baby, drill!”) were out in full force. By the time I got home, the back of my legs looked like West Texas. I almost wanted to jump in the ditch with the dogs. Despite essentially no rain... Continue Reading →
Crossing Wyoming
By Eilene Lyon We’re rolling westward on Interstate 80 in southern Wyoming, on our way to do breeding bird surveys along a proposed transmission line route. The rising sun is adding fire to the stratus clouds hanging low in the sky. Our Ford Super Duty truck passes plains and low hills draped in sagebrush and... Continue Reading →
The Drought Diaries
Introduction By Eilene Lyon August 1, 1936, Saturday July has gone, and still no rain. This is the worst summer yet. -- Ann Marie Low Dust Bowl Diary May 30, 2018 Free2BD and I decided to take a drive in the convertible up East Animas Road. It was one of those days when the cotton-ball... Continue Reading →
Read ‘Em and Reap
By Eilene Lyon You might think that should read “Read ‘Em and Weep” and you’d be right. That’s almost what I felt like doing after harvesting my peas this week. Honestly, I love all kinds of peas: those lovely emerald orbs, the edible snow pea pods… But my favorite, especially for growing myself, are the... Continue Reading →
Welcome to the World!
By Eilene Lyon I just had to share this photo of "my" baby magpies. There are five all together that are in the process of fledging since yesterday. They hop out of the nest and preen, flap their wings, jump to the surrounding branches, or walk on top of the nest. A few have managed... Continue Reading →
Half a World Away
By Eilene Lyon While pondering this week’s 52 Ancestors prompt “So Far Away” (which I will post later this week), the phrase “Half a World Away” came to mind. Though we might use it figuratively to mean someplace rather distant, or a mental distraction (like this post), I wondered about the literal sense. What place... Continue Reading →
Absurdities #7
By Eilene Lyon I was puzzling over the use of the term "Dogfight" to describe an aerial combat. It seems odd, considering that the only "flying" dogs I've ever come across are Snoopy, who is forever losing his Sopwith Camel (an entirely absurd name for a plane, I might add, especially when it’s really a... Continue Reading →