Butterflies

 

 

A butterfly kind of day.

 

 

 

Queens, on milkweed.

 

I imagine

 

 

I imagine that someday I’ll repeat that backpacking trip brother Bill and I did all those years ago.  The second day in, we rounded a corner and unexpectedly came upon The Eagle, a feature in the Indian Peaks Wilderness that I had never heard of and wasn’t expecting.  It took my breath away.  We camped on the edge of a high-country lake at the foot of The Eagle, Lone Eagle Peak, that night as the only campers there.

(Not my photo, but it captures the spirit.)

 

In the occasional moment of lucidity, I consider that carrying a backpack over steep terrain at high altitude to spend the night at a remote backcountry lake may actually be a little beyond my remaining capacity.  The trailhead is at 10,000 feet.  Pawnee Pass is 12,500.  Lone Eagle Peak is on the other side.

 

But then I think “Naah.  I could still do this!”

 

Citrus

 

 

Remember I sent out those pictures last February of a freshly planted orchard of citrus trees in bags.  Rio red grapefruit trees.

 

Those bags look like a lot of extra work, putting one on every tree to protect them from harsh heat, freezes, and probably from insects too.  They seem to be working.  These trees look like they’re developing really well.

 

But at some point isn’t enough enough?  These trees are about to burst their bags!

 

What is it going to take for the orchard owners to let them out?  A public outcry?  Do we have to demonstrate on the street (dirt road)? 

 

Free the fruit trees!

 

Hawk migration

 

 

We noticed the first turkey vultures migrating a few weeks ago.  Today, we notice a stray hawk or two, then the sky suddenly blossoms with kettles of circling birds, rising on thermals to gain enough altitude to glide to the next thermal and repeat.  Hardly a wingbeat required as they migrate hundreds of miles, thousands altogether, from north to south in the fall.

 

Mostly swainson’s hawks at first, then broad-winged hawks and the occasional turkey vulture.  I zoom in to try to get a better look at the birds.

 

In the morning light, they’re mostly just silhouettes.  As the closest kettle drifts off, more appear in the distance.

 

The hundreds turn into thousands.  I take more pictures.  Even though they are different birds, they all look about the same.

 

 

We may get the same show again tomorrow, or we may not see a single hawk.  Never know.

 

Range maps.

Turkey vulture

The orange is summer only.  The purple is year-round.

 

Broad-winged hawk.

The blue color is for winter only.

Swainson’s hawks are the long-distance migration champions.  They migrate as much as 6,000 miles from their northern range to their wintering grounds in South America.

 

A walk in the thornscrub

 

 

…at Sal del Rey Wildlife Refuge.

 

As the weather cools to the high 80s.

 

 

 

Sal del Rey is one of the salt lakes north of us.  Shallow water over a salt dome.  No outlet.  Hypersaline.

 

 

 

 

Absquatulate

 

 

ub-squatch-u-late.

 

I was introduced to this word while at Becky’s house.  It’s a word that, without even knowing what it means, makes kids laugh.  I laughed.

 

To absquatulate means to leave abruptly, perhaps under less-than-ideal circumstances.  Beat feet.   Get out of Dodge.  I’ve been trying ever since to casually bring that word into conversation but to no avail.  So here it is, presented entirely without context.  And having done that, time for me to absquatulate.

 

 

Succulent garden

 

 

We sent out the pictures of the blooming cactus/succulent garden.

 

 

One yellow flower.

 

Well, that yellow flower turned red.

 

 

 

And another flower came out.  Practically a profusion!