These are old photos – from 2005. The dogs and I were on a walk and suddenly they got very interested in this patch of mud on the trail. It took some doing to get them to not stomp all over it, so I could go back to the house and get a camera and a ruler.
Someone decided to leave some eggs on my bedroom window. They’re on the outside, which I appreciate.
Before the dumpster service came to pick it up and take it away, we had several days of driving rain and fog. That sort of weather energizes me; I have no idea why.
[Trigger Warning: spiders]
At least this posting has no Sam Harris content. Oh, wait, I just added some Sam Harris content! Should I add a trigger warning? Ni!
Normally, I don’t like bourgeois pursuits like weeding. I feel that plants should Do Their Thing and I mostly try to hold the line at keeping them from growing over the top of my house. [Read more…]
They will probably go extinct in my lifetime. But they’ll always have food waiting for them here at Bellwether Farm, if they manage to get here.
The Bird Committee is having a meeting under my kitchen window.
The field of hay is coming up nicely, and I thought I’d shoot a picture of it for you.
The Firefly Festival never happened, mostly because the fireflies respect no one’s schedule – some night in June and, wham! Fireflies. I wanted to host a dinner out in the grass with them, but it’s impossible to get guests to commit to show up on some random evening in June.
We are often told we have “instincts” – behaviors that are wired into us through evolution and time. These instincts are different from operational functions like peristalsis (the rythmic clenching of our intestines) and … well, where’s the line? We’d like to think that walking is, maybe, an instinctive behavior but – has anyone who believes that ever had a baby? Is eating an instinctive behavior? Has anyone who believes that ever cleaned baby-projected food off the ceiling? It appears that there is a lot more learning going on than instinct.