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Showing posts with label katydid. Show all posts
Showing posts with label katydid. Show all posts
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Tuesday, August 12, 2014
Gotta Love the Dump!
This appeared recently at the convenience center:
Personally, I'm sure glad it didn't read, "No katydids."
Else, what would have happened to this fellow?
He snuggled right up next to one of the ears, staking out his territory, and gave me another reason to love the dump.
Tuesday, October 29, 2013
The Power of the Sun
One photo op in the first hour at the lake. One. Under a white sky, everything washed out. Everything.
But Chris, out hunting red efts, brought me a gift: a katydid he discovered hiding under leaf litter. That one bug and I made long acquaintance after Chris sat him on a limb.
My day redeemed, I thought, and then the unbelievable happened.
The sun appeared, the sky blued, fall burst along the shore, leaves yellowed while I watched them, and so many Autumn Meadowhawks burst out from the undergrowth and mated that my friend Julie remarked, "Like last call at a singles bar!"
Yes, and last call for my mood, too.
But Chris, out hunting red efts, brought me a gift: a katydid he discovered hiding under leaf litter. That one bug and I made long acquaintance after Chris sat him on a limb.
My day redeemed, I thought, and then the unbelievable happened.
The sun appeared, the sky blued, fall burst along the shore, leaves yellowed while I watched them, and so many Autumn Meadowhawks burst out from the undergrowth and mated that my friend Julie remarked, "Like last call at a singles bar!"
Yes, and last call for my mood, too.
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Night Visitor
Tonight's backdoor visitor reminded me of a poem I love.
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This one, I mean--
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down--
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
hot to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
Mary Oliver
(My friend Jill has identified this bug as a katydid nymph. When I first saw the little fellow, I thought katydid! I'm glad to know I was right.)
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This one, I mean--
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down--
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
hot to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
Mary Oliver
(My friend Jill has identified this bug as a katydid nymph. When I first saw the little fellow, I thought katydid! I'm glad to know I was right.)
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