Sunday, September 13, 2015

FUZZY AND YELLOW

                                                       



A few days ago I was walking around in the backyard when I spotted something yellow and fuzzy on a rock, when I bent over to get a better look I saw it was a caterpillar with a black head and several long black "hairs" behind the head, in the middle of the body and  two sprouting out of the non-head end--I had never seen anything like it before, I picked up the rock it was on and placed in a shallow glass bowl with some leaves and another rock while I went in the house to "Google" "Fuzzy Yellow Caterpillar"  Immediately I found several websites naming it as American Dagger Moth Acronicta americana--or the caterpillar that turns into the American Dagger Moth and they are found primarily on Maple, Oak, Birch and Horse Chestnut trees  I found it on the ground underneath a maple tree that we have in the backyard and the pictures on the Internet looked exactly like the one I took a picture  After reading the information given on the Internet, I was glad that I only gently touched it with a twig as it turns out that they can cause a stinging rash or welts, the fuzzy yellow hairs (setae) are hollow and when they break off they release  toxins from the poison glands to which they are attached  I had never seen this caterpillar before but according to friends I had lunch with a few days later and was talking to them about this fuzzy yellow creature and they told me these caterpillars are frequent visitors to their gardens-- I looked around for more, but only found that one--and I have not seen another one since I was curious about what type of moth these bright yellow critters turned into and was a little disappointed to find that they end up as a pretty dull moth--


A few weeks later my Granddaughter  (Grand Baby Bird) and I spied what appeared to be a large (LARGE) mosquito--It looked like it would really hurt if it decided to bite you, however, I knew it wasn't a mosquito, but what was it? I thought of them as "mosquito eaters" but a quick search of the Internet by Grand Baby Bird revealed that it was a Crane Fly and they did not eat mosquito's at all, in fact they may not even eat during their short lives of 2-15 days--their primary purpose is to mate, after which the male dies almost right away and the female dies after releasing her eggs--


There was a very interesting and entertaining blog on Country Roads Magazine that I found worth reading, not only for it's information but mostly for enjoyment--it is difficult to find, so I have included below in case anyone would like to read it It was written by Lucile Baton Hume--In fact, I found this whole website full of pretty darned intriguing blogs!

Isn't it remarkable that now thanks to GOOGLE it's possible to learn about almost anything simply by typing inn a topic or even a few words like "Fuzzy Yellow Caterpillar"!

July 2013

The Crane Fly: A Skeeter Eater?

by Lucile Bayon Hume
The insects we call mosquito hawks aren’t, and their reputation is a hoax. We’ve been duped, I tell you!
The long-leggedy fly that goes bump in its flight is actually an adult crane fly as opposed to the mosquito hawk—a mosquito that kills the larvae of other mosquitoes.
The crane fly adult doesn’t eat mosquitoes or much of anything else. Though not a hoax on the same level as jokesters purposefully impersonating Sasquatch by wearing gorilla suits and leaving humongo faux footprints, we humans have embraced this hoax, taking to heart the crane fly/mosquito hawk myth. We want to believe this fragile, clumsy, goofy bug is a hero capable of silencing the incessant whine of the disease-bearing mosquito. But he isn’t, never has been, and is anatomically incapable of killing or eating a mosquito.
We’re all too personally familiar with the crane flies that arrive at the first sign of spring in clouds of large, slender flapping wings and spindly, dangly legs, bouncing like helium balloons off walls and ceilings. Even if we don’t know them as crane flies—an attribution derived from their resemblance to the birds of the same name with long legs and slow flight—we know them. Their throngs rise up and awkwardly air dance in front of and around us as we stroll through high grass.
They love light, like their moth and June bug compatriots, and hover near porch lights and windows opening into our private spaces, which they unintentionally invade as they clamor for the lights. Fragile body parts are often left behind on their careening paths as they try to maneuver through the obstacle courses our homes present.
Many of us tolerate the gentle giants and practice a “catch and release” policy, catching them gently so as not to snap off any appendages and watching them wobble off when set free outside. Others detest them for their “distractor factor”: tickling our shoulders, flying in front of our faces, and cluttering up our homes with bits and pieces of themselves lost in sloppy flight. Some of us even suffer from crane fly phobia, thinking they are monstrously inflated Frankensteinian mosquitoes that viciously pierce skin and suck blood. Ignorance isn’t always bliss.
Crane flies do look like gargantuan mosquitoes, but aren’t. Both are members of the same insect order, Diptera, classifying them as two- (di) winged (pteron) flies with two functional wings and two haltares, knobbed lesser wings that flap and act as gyroscopes to control body rotation. Maybe his haltares are too small for the crane fly’s big body, unable to provide him complete control. He can, however, stand on water without sinking because of the structure of fine waterproof hairs on his body.
The order is divided into a multitude of species of which 1,500 are in North America. Some species have spongy mouth parts to soak up liquids, and some have piercing/biting mouthparts, which is the major factor separating crane flies and their grubbier cousins the house flies from mosquitoes and horse flies. The crane fly can neither bite nor sting. The female’s abdomen ends in a pointed ovipositor looking suspiciously like a stinger, but it isn’t. No biting, no stinging, no problem.
Just as dramatically as they came, they’re gone. A crane fly’s adult life is tragically short, lasting two to fifteen days after hatching, depending on environment; however, it’s long enough to mate. A female gets a prowling male’s attention by crossing a pair of her six long, slender legs, shimmying her wings, which are larger than his, and winking a big compound eye. Flies’ compound eyes have many lenses allowing them to see in an almost 360 degree range, so the male gets an eyeful and is smitten. A man of few words, his actions speak louder than words. Soon the pair is locked in an embrace of sorts hazardous to fragile body parts.
You can tell male from female, if you’re interested. The male’s slender abdomen is rounded, while the female’s may be extended because she carries eggs, tapering into an ovipositor. The male’s flight pattern is a wonky rising and falling wave of spirals, but the female’s flight is controlled and straight. After mating, the male wanders off to die as the female carefully shoots eggs out of her ovipositor into moist soil or water, depending on the species. Exhausted, she dies too. Flight periods for each crane fly species in North America last twenty-five to thirty days with different species active at different times. When the time’s up crane flies are still with us but in another form.
Eggs hatch, becoming larvae called “leather jackets” due to their brown, smooth but tough outer cuticle. With distinctive head capsules and mouths, they make up for their parents’ lack of appetite. Most adults consume nothing; but their offspring live to eat. They devour decaying wood and vegetation, shoots, and roots below ground. They will ooze out at night to eat grass, flowers, fruits, and veggies.
Our native crane larvae cause only minor damage, but the European crane fly that invaded our continent in the 1950s now lives in the northwestern U.S. and is a significant, formidable pest that destroys crop and grass roots. Over winter, eating ceases as overfed larvae doze. Between winter and spring, they find protected places and weave cocoons around themselves like do-it-yourself mummies that morph into the slender adult crane flies just in time for spring.
So what’s the point, the raison d’ĂȘtre, of these flies that don’t eat mosquitoes? You could ask the same about us, but that’s another issue. Crane flies play an environmentally important role. Their larvae decompose organic litter lying around on the bottom of streams and on forest floors, helping enrich the soil and enhancing habitats of other creatures. They’re also meals for birds, reptiles, amphibians, other insects, and fish. Because fish love them (particularly trout), they’re good fishing bait and are models for numerous artificial lures, thus enhancing the pleasure of sporty fishermen. They don’t bite, draw blood, or sting. They may be bothersome due to swarming numbers, but they’re in evidence for so little time because their lives fly by so swiftly. So what’s the point of not wanting them to exist?
When the larvae produced by the last swarm of crane flies mature and you become weary of dodging them, when a silky wing brushes your skin, try a little tenderness. It’s good for your karma if nothing more.
Lucile isn’t ashamed to admit that she actually likes crane flies for their gentle absurdity and does practice “catch and release” in Vicksburg, Mississippi. She’s also not ashamed to admit she has a personal vendetta against their cousins, the houseflies, and keeps a seasonal body count of those thwacked with her lethal dishtowels.
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Tuesday, August 25, 2015

One of Those Days!




Heavenly Blue Morning Glory


Today started out so promising, a beautiful morning glory morning, sunny but cool, just the perfect weather day--I had a mental list of things to accomplish and early on  I was moving right along, cleaned the kitchen      walked the dog, made a loaf of cranberry nut bread, did some reading, then tried to decide what to do next; I had piles of bills and correspondence that needed sorting and filing, a lost object needed to be found,  some bills to be paid, etc, etc--Somehow I just got all a twitter and couldn't decide what was my first priority, the more I thought about it, the more twitterpated (Baby Bird's word) I got and found myself going round and round trying to accomplish something--Everything I tried seemed to go awry and that added to my confusion and frustration! I told myself to just give up, relax, read a good book and try again tomorrow, but I continued to feel flustered about my lack of progress--At the end of the day, all I accomplished was walking the dog, making cranberry bread, cleaning the kitchen, did a little reading and made dinner! I should have just gone back outside and enjoyed the Morning Glories--It was just one of those days!



  



                                                           TWITTERPATED:

                                                      In a state of nervous excitement
                                                      Infatuated or obsessed

    

Thursday, August 13, 2015

Can It Be Karma?



                                                             WAS IT KARMA?
                                    
Two similar definitions of Karma:
 
Karma means action, work or deed it also refers to the spiritual principle of cause and effect where intent and actions of an individual (cause) influence the future of that individual (effect). Good intent and good deed contribute to good karma and future happiness, while bad intent and bad deed contribute to bad karma and future suffering                                                                                            

The idea of karma, the belief that the actions people do garner a positive or negative reaction in this life or the next, exists in the Eastern religions Hinduism, Jainism and Buddhism. All three believe that what people do returns to them, and that the current state of their lives reflects their actions from previous lives.


On October 28, 2014 I wrote about a parking lot accident where someone backed into me as I was leaving the parking lot--at the time of the accident we exchanged names and phone numbers and the husband of the woman who was driving the car told me to get two estimates and they would pay for the damages out of pocket (my mistake was accepting that), however when they received the estimates and they were higher than he expected, their car suddenly had damage as well (who's fault was that) and their insurance company advised them that parking lot accidents were almost always 50/50 responsibility of both parties--If we were both backing out opposite each other that would be so, but I was driving forward on my way out of the parking lot and they backed into me. We were at a stalemate and I filed a claim with my insurance, paid my $500 deductible and had my car fixed. But I wanted the other insurance to pay the claim and I wanted the return of my $500 deductible. Months dragged on and the other insurance refused to pay the claim so my insurance company sent it to another department, one that pursues this type of claim and eventually the whole issue went to Arbitration on July 17th. Approximately two weeks later I received a check for $500 from my insurance! Apparently the Arbitrator decided in my favor. Is it Karma? I don't know but I was very glad to be able to return that $500 to my savings account!!

I admit that I was glad that Karma seemed to have worked in my favor, but wonder, am I being petty, unforgiving or vengeful? I did say at the time they refused to give me their insurance company information,  "what goes around, comes around"! Is it wrong to be happy that I was proved right and their insurance was forced to pay the claim (probably resulting in higher premiums for people them)? Or is the universe just righting a wrong?

                                               How people treat you is their karma;
                                                how you react is yours--Wayne Dyer                                                                                                                            
                                                                           or  
                   
  I'm a great believer in karma, and the vengeance that it serves up to those who are deliberately mean is generally enough for me-- Beth Ditto                                                           
                                             

Saturday, August 8, 2015

Saved?




                                                                 DID I SAVE IT?

                       
                                                               



This week I have been caring for a neighbors dog while they are on vacation; we were in the yard playing "catch" with a tennis ball when a beautiful, large Swallowtail Butterfly crossed paths with the running dog  As improbable as it seems, they must have collided and the butterfly fell to the grass--it was feebly fluttering it's wings and I raced to save it from the jaws of the dog who wanted to make an appetizer out of it  I managed to head the dog off and tried to scoop up the butterfly but it fluttered out of my grasp, only skimming across the grass for a short distance, coming to rest again a few feet away--  Again I tried to gently pick it up and again it flitted a few feet away, I continued to try to pick it up to keep it from the dog--finally I managed to get my hands under it and cautiously lift it up to rest on the top rail of the backyard fence  There it remained, not moving for about 10 minutes  I went in the house but kept peaking out the window to see if it had moved but it remained there during that time I had an appointment to keep and needed to get ready to leave  As I left the house I looked one more time and found  it was gone--When I returned from my meeting and lunch I decided that I should check the ground on the other side of the fence and the bush beside it to see if the beautiful butterfly was anywhere around I scoured the ground and the lilac bush next to the fence but found no evidence of it  Did I save it? Was it stunned and after recovering from the shock, fly away and continue to show off its beauty? Was it snapped up by another predator while it sat motionless on the fence?  From what I have been able to learn on Internet searches the Swallowtail does not have a long lifespan, but my hope is that it recovered from the shock of the collision with the dog and lived out the remainder of its short life

Sunday, July 12, 2015

Twilight Zone




TWILIGHT ZONE OR ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE--The other day I took the dog out for a walk around 2:00 PM--it was a warm summer afternoon, a day when you would expect to encounter people walking or jogging, taking the dog out, playing with kids, gardening or mowing the lawn, but as I walked through greenbelts and subdivision streets I began to notice, there was no one around--I became aware of a feeling that I was totally alone  Everything was as it should be, butterflies were flitting from flower to flower, the sun was shining, lawns were green, houses stood undisturbed, but windows started blankly back at me  as if I was in some type of Altered Reality--it was completely quiet and yet I thought I heard the echoes of people who lived in those houses, walked through that greenbelt, children who played in those yards and dogs who barked at us as we moved along--but in reality I knew that there was not a sound to be heard
As I got closer to home and emerged from the greenbelt I saw two men working on the road, a garage door being closed, cars coming and going and a boy riding his bicycle; it was as if I stepped  through a portal out of  the Twilight Zone and back into my Real World

I can still remember how it felt for those few minutes when everything and nothing seemed real--





             
                                                           
                 

                                             




Saturday, July 4, 2015

NINE LIVES

DO CATS HAVE NINE LIVES?

    In nine lifetimes, you'll never know as much about your cat as your cat knows about you.
                                                         Michel de Montaigne


Ralph

According to the Internet searches cats do not have 9 lives--if not then how did the myth come about? Possibly because a cat is a good jumper with a flexible backbone, has good balance and reflexes--cats dropped from heights often land on their feet due to a "righting reflex" which allows them to twist around in mid-air usually landing on their feet  People have witnessed cats survive situations that would have severely injured other animals. 9 is also considered a magic number and could also be why cats are attributed with 9 lives as they have been both worshiped and feared for being magical creatures-

In ancient Egypt cats were revered and considered sacred and anyone who killed or injured a cat suffered severe penalties--If a cat died, the family would shave their eyebrows off in mourning and the cat was mummified and buried in linen with jewelry and valuables  Cats were often considered to be gods,which can explain the reverent treatment even in death In addition to the ancient Egyptians many eminent people from religious leaders (Pope St Gregory The Great, Cardinal Thomas Wolsey and Muhammad to Kings and Queens and Heads of State (Marie Antoinette, Louis XV, King Edward II, Abraham Lincoln and Winston Churchill) have given cats special places in their lives--Winston Churchill so loved his Marmalade colored tabby cat with white bib and feet named Jock that it has been said that the family could not start dinner until Jock was at the table! It  A story has it that Jock was on the bed as Churchill died His dying wish was that a cat matching Jock's description (and always to be named Jock) always live at his country estate and to this day there is a Jock (VI) who roams the grounds and most of the house at Chartwell, interacting with visitors and living the life of luxury                                          
Jock VI

 Many artists, actors and authors have had cats as pets--authors like Charles Dickens, Mark Twain, Cleveland Amory,  Ernest Hemingway and Tennessee Williams  Well known artists who were also said to have cats include Salvador Dali, Pablo Picasso and Henri Matisse There is a large number of actors and actresses who favor cats  Audrey Hepburn, Clark Gable, Elizabeth Taylor, James Dean, Marlon Brando, Bridgette Bardot, Morgan Freeman, Jane Fonda Sean Connery and  dreamy George Clooney to name just a few  
One of Ernest Hemingway's Cats


Audrey Hepburn and friend

Pablo Picasso
                                                     
George Clooney 

Many people dislike or even hate and fear cats thinking they are sneaky, secretive and evil;  associated with witches and even Satan--I have a friend who although I don't believe that she thinks cats are associated with Satan, does not like cats much (I told her that was because she did not know MY cat!!) and I know that she is not alone in feeling that way--I see cats in a totally different way, they are intelligent, independent animals who can also be very affectionate and playful, at the same time they can sometimes be mysterious and aloof and often sleep on average of 16 hours a day
Leave me alone, I'm only on hour 15

Cats

(Eleanor Farjean)
Cats sleep
Anywhere,
Any table,
Any chair,
Top of piano,
Window-ledge,
In the middle,
On the edge,
Open drawer,
Empty shoe,
Anybody's
Lap will do,
Fitted in a
Cardboard box,
In the cupboard
With your frocks--
Anywhere!
They don't care!
Cats sleep
Anywhere.


 Cats have many unique characteristics examples of which are the ability to land on their feet when falling from great heights, the ability to see in 1/6 of the light that we humans need, highly developed night vision, ability to see color, about 60% of cats are ambidextrous (interestingly though males tend to be lefties and females righties) they do not meow at other cats, only at humans and are  capable of about 100 different vocalizations, your cat can recognize your mood, is lactose intolerant, most "tabby"cats (which generally refers to color and pattern of markings) always has a "M" on it's forehead--there are a number of theories about how this came to be In ancient Egypt cats were called Mau it refers to seeing or light, it is believed that since cats eyes appear to glow at night they are associated with the moon and the marking is said to be related to this  The Islamic belief  was that a cat named Meuzza save Mohammad  from a snake, a Christian theory states that the M refers to Mary--It is said that the baby Jesus was cold and shivering in the manger and all attempts to warm him failed, it was then that a tabby cat jumped up next to Baby Jesus,lay next to him and started to purr, the baby quieted and fell asleep  Mary was so grateful that she marked the cat with an M on its forehead and all tabbies since have born the mark of Mary to remind the world what a comfort the cat was to Baby Jesus--And did you know that a group of kittens is called "a kindle"?!

Tabby with distinctive "M" marking on forehead

Why all the "Cat Facts"?? I really started searching the Internet for information regarding "feline diabetes" as a recent visit to the vet revealed that my cat, who did not seem to be acting like himself, has the disease I worried and fretted and wanted to know about the condition in cats (which is really pretty similar to humans who have it) and what the prognosis was and what to expect (the vet of course gave me all this information but I wanted to know more) and I guess I was hoping that indeed, cats do have 9 lives! He came to us at 4 years old and with the name "Raphael" (Rafael?) I was leery of what habits he had developed in those 4 years, but I needn't have worried because he didn't have any  He is friendly and affectionate, knows where the litter box is and uses it ALWAYS  and of course very intelligent!  We quickly decided that it would be difficult to call "Raphael, Raphael, here Raphael" and sought to re-name him--I wanted to call him Raffy but my husband opted for Ralph and Baby Bird and family all agreed that was a great name! So Ralph he is!--Oddly enough it never occurred to me that Ralph is a version of Raff or Raphael in German, French, Italian and Spanish

After a month and a half I am more comfortable with the twice daily insulin injections I must administer and will next try to learn how to use the Glucometer to test his blood sugar levels instead of a trip to the vet where he spends all day having a 10-12 hour glucose curve done He seems to be improving but of course I don't know what is going on inside and we need to do another trip to the vets office before I feel comfortable checking it myself  I also learned by reading the Internet (at least I hope this is true though I know that you can't believe everything you read online) that cats seem to fair better living with diabetes than dogs do and with proper treatment and attention can live long lives--I still wish that he did indeed have 8 more to go!


 

Friday, June 5, 2015

18-18


Where did the last 18 years go? On this day in 1997 Lindsay became a big sister to Grand Baby Birds, Ray and Mad-- in her book maybe a dubious honor? No longer the center of attention she had to adjust and it was probably difficult--They arrived a little early and were so tiny (3 and 4 pounds, plus some ounces), but soon enough they turned into toddlers, full of wonder, playfulness and delight!


 Before we knew it  they turned into teenagers with definite minds of their own who knew almost everything better than anyone (Mom and Dad, Grandma)--Sometimes it needed intense concentration, but you could always see how wonderful they would become! Those 18 years have flown by in a blur but there are also so many little memories that make up those 18 years-- Happy ones, sad ones, stressful ones, proud ones: with many more to come! HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRAND BABY BIRDS!!!!


Gemini Twins

Identical twins
Double chins
Hair, No Hair
They were quite a pair
Tiny bundles of joy
Not a girl and a boy,
But two more girls to add to big sister Lin
Guess you could say it was a win-win-win!
I can hardly believe that 18 years has gone by,
Mom and Dad can now breathe a sigh
 in the blink of an eye they went from babies,
to young ladies!