My thoughts & walking wander
Sometimes in conjunction
& sometimes on different paths.
The wheezy red-winged blackbird
Calls out time on this quiet Sunday morning.
An hour’s worth of nature should do me today.
Enough to rejuvenate, calm down, re-fill with some contentment.
A dove’s hooo hooooo
A songbird’s chirrups
The hawk’s plaintive cry.
A united triumvirate causes the hawk to flee
As it appears to clutch a prize in its claws;
The flight is too fast to decipher its capture.
Nesting & fledging season continues, so the grackles’ vigilance is warranted.
As a vulture descends
Circling downward over my head, I wonder
What does s/he know that I don’t?
Or the grasshopper?
The Nez Perce people said: “Every animal knows more than you do.”
Lichen-covered and veined stones and rocks jut up from the dirt path.
My feet seek purchase since
An injured leg needs no more distress.
A silver-spotted skipper alights on spiky purple thistle
Beautiful white patch on velvety brown.
On another day the summer azures caught my eye.
So small with details of their beauty escaping the naked eye.
The wonders of technology bring them closer.
Someone else has been walking here, too,
Where wetlands waters once flowed.
The five-lined skink and Carolina anole
Are not coming out today.
The beaver pond is placid
The dragons dip and rise
Turtles break surface and sink
Frogs give a cry of alarm, jumping high-pitched into the depths.
A pair of kingfishers
Fly to and fro,
Practicing their observation skills
As they wait for their permanent colors to come in.
Leaves are trembling
Branches and twigs waving
The slightest of breezes beckons
And helps the cattails sway a bit.
It’s hot
Clothing damp and sticking.
Even the honeybee is not staying around long.
The brown thrasher, on the other hand,
Is enjoying a dust bath and sunbathing in the glaring light…
Until I surprise her/him from behind. Sorry!!
A three-way Japanese beetle gathering
Is staying put for a while
Eating up the leaves on which they rest.
A bright American goldfinch stops by.
I do not think of them as sad
Regardless of the name they were given.
Their brief presence makes me happy.
Two hours, 20 minutes…
Passed while admiring an eyed click beetle
And acknowledging deceptions in the natural world.
Two not-so-common looking buckeyes delight.
One a little tattered, showing age.
I can sympathize from experience.
The life-filled ground, plants, water and air
Enthrall.
An hour should do me?
An hour is enough?
It could suffice in some circumstances.
But the one greed I have, which I do not regret,
Is the desire for much more time among the non-human beings in nature.
The trails beckon.
Who’s waiting around the bend?
































It is now early December and late autumn in the Northern hemisphere, so why a blog about butterflies? When I was writing this on the last day of November, I had still seen a few of these beauties a couple days previously, and in the Southern hemisphere it is late spring, so it seems fine as a topic for a nature blog. Also, three weeks ago, my mother passed away, while in two weeks the anniversary of my father’s death comes again — I like to think of butterflies as nature’s emissaries for spirits on the wing. They allow me to think of my parents in somewhat lighter terms than the sadness that predominated during their dying processes. Because there are so many butterflies to highlight, this will be a two-part blog.

The juniper hairstreak (Callophrys gryneus) was another new visitor that at first made me think it was covered in pollen.




















Several years ago, as I was beginning to photograph wildlife more seriously, I became quite excited at the North Carolina Botanical Garden. Buzzing around some profusely blooming flowers was what I thought might be the smallest hummingbird I had ever seen. I was not used to taking shots of something that was in almost constant motion, but I persisted until I got photos that made it at least a little recognizable. I lost the original photo when both my computer and my back-up hard drive crashed at almost the same time, but I “rescued” one of those first photos from a Word document.
I soon learned that what I had seen was actually an insect – a hummingbird clearwing moth (Hemaris thysbe) to be precise. This is likely one of the first insects that I ever got enthusiastic about.









Their caterpillars are called hornworms as they have a horn at the rear; I have not seen one yet but they must be around somewhere. They pupate in leaf litter and on the ground; since I leave the fallen leaves around, I’ve been providing them with a childhood and adolescent home! And that’s good as I really look forward now to welcoming them to my yard each year!