As we were searching the internets for the watershed curriculum, we decided that one of the problems we all are faced with is a really poor signal to noise ratio when it comes to watersheds. There's lots and lots of information, plus even more data, with too little structure or very much in the way of really useful information architecture. Here's an example on the United States Geological Survey website Science in Your Watershed. Water Ways does a much better job of teaching us what we need to know about our watersheds, but it took a lot of searching to find it.
[While we were at it, we also found the "missing watershed" we posted about yesterday. Perhaps tomorrow we'll share those findings.]
On the local phenology front, here's the update:
- Purple love grass is maturing. Our fields are taking on a pinkish tinge.
- Yesterday we confirmed the simultaneous arrival at the nectar feeder of three female hummingbirds. One may have been an immature? Two seemed friendly and the third kept trying to chase everyone away from the feeder.
- Today we confirmed the tentative tussock moth identification of a few days ago. We noticed more hatchlings and a later stage instar on a different milkweed plant.
mature purple love grass
Photo by J. Harrington
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tussock moth larvae on milkweed
Photo by J. Harrington
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A Walk to Carter’s Lake
Look, above the creek, hummingbirds in the trumpet vine.Not too close, wait. See the green blursstitching the leaves?Here at the edge of the millenniumI don’t imagineyou’d call them anything as archaic as angels.But aren’t they agents of a sort, and secret,dissolving and solidifying,spying from their constantly shifting perches of air,always nervousof us, risking only a stabin a bell of petals?Don’t look so stunned, lay your packin the needles and catch a breath. I know,you thought you knew me,and now to hear me talk this way ...I’m glad I’ve stopped pretendingto love peopleand the cities where people can’t love themselves.This is what the quiet accomplishes,and the water trustingthe shadows to eventually peel back to the trees.Small wonder the angels are said to despise us.Still, without themhow do we account for our meanness?Look at that, what else can promenadein the air? And how easilythey’re alarmed,revving off into the mist.
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