No secrets around here

Hi everyone,

You have to be careful what you say at our place. I whispered to my M.O.W. that I need a couple of weeks for some serious goo foffing, and the next thing I knew . . . well, see for yourself. They’re already packed and ready to go. Sigh.
You can see the kind of responsibility I shoulder. I almost hate to tell them that they’re not going anywhere.

Turtle me tee,
Turtle me toe,
Turtle me follows
Wherever I go.

Turtle me toe,
Turtle me tee,
Turtle me never
Coming with me.


Turtle at last

Hi everyone,

As you know I’ve tried in vain to sneak up on the basking turtles at the foot of our yard. Yesterday I looked out at our driveway and lo and behold a turtle was making her way toward the street on her way, I’m sure, to find a soft flowerbed somewhere in which to lay her eggs.20160627_091105_resized There wasn’t much she could do but tolerate me as I walked in slow circles around her. She posed for me but I must say that her smile was less than enthusiastic.20160627_091129_001_resized I identified her as a red eared slider even though the strip running up her face is green. But her carapace (shell) doesn’t look like a slider shell to me and makes me wonder if she might be what is called a western pond turtle. Still to be determined.20160627_091202_resized

A generational thing?

Hi everyone,

Some of you know the story of our swans at Goose Lake. Years ago our neighbors bought a pair of white swans for the lake. Everyone loved to watch them but eventually one died. The other stayed for a while but then flew to the next lake in this three-lake chain where it remained most of each year. Now and then it would return for brief visits. It didn’t mind the ducks but didn’t like the geese and often sent them packing. They would take to the bank until the swan was far enough away that they could get back into the water.

Four or five years ago a second swan appeared and paired off with the original survivor. They took up permanent residence on the lake above us and last year they had three babies. Two perished but one grew into young adulthood. This year it left its parents and moved to Goose Lake. I don’t know if it’s male or female but it has an entirely different personality than the parent that used to chase the geese out of the water.

20160626_170814The young swan loves to join the geese as they wander around the lake, sometimes joining in at the end of a long line. The geese don’t seem to mind. Maybe the swan just needs company. Maybe it made a careful survey of all the other birds and realized that it is alone. Maybe its hormones haven’t kicked in yet. For now, the lake is at peace.

My Italian Sonnet

Hi everyone,

Inspired by Steven Withrow’s sonnet,steven_withrow and spurred on by Jane Yolen’s witty example.

Comes now my contribution to the cause.David as bookends IMAG2753
by David L. Harrison

Honeybee, a vibrant buzzing thing,
Humming through the sultry summer hours,
Dipping in and out of willing flowers,
Sipping, pausing, sipping, taking wing,
Known more for her industry than sting.
Nature-blessed with honey making powers,
Performs her alchemy in hidden bowers,
Spinning gold with sisters as they sing.
Honeybees for twenty million years
Have met their fated daily rendezvous,
Pollinating blossoms in return
For smuggling pollen home to feed their peers.
So much depends on what the humans do,
And if the greatest predator will learn.

Jane Yolen
The little honeybee has buzz.
A taste for something sweet and runny,
Like a clown, she seems quite funny.
Body’s mostly stripes and fuzz.
She’s looking as she always does.
When she sells her cache of honey,
Her golden glow, bespeaks of money.
Why do we love her—just because.

But ask the little bending flower
Who gives up her hard-earned pollen
Whether she feels raped and fallen,
Or is filled with certain power.
There she is, all pollen laden
Virgin, violet violated.
By a bee much recreated,
Set aside, nor more a maiden.

(c) by Jane Yolen; all rights reserved