Saturday, June 5, 2010
If I am still around the house come mid-morning Little Honey will go to the closet and bring me his bike helmet asking about the ducks. It doesn't matter where we go on our daily ride or what we see, if we turn back onto our street before seeing ducks I get into trouble. Today we rode to our favorite pond, where the Mallards breed like rabbits, and found this momma and brood among four other hens with ducklings. We even found a group of adolescents being herded by their mother.
Posted by gk risser at 2:03 AM
Friday, June 4, 2010
Across the street from where we live is an undeveloped field four feet high and dense with milkweed, grass, and wild mustard, and underneath it all live droves of these guys in individual nests spread out like a rural-suburban community. When the sun begins to set we know that if we pass by on the bike we are likely to see a few of them grazing on the cultivated lawns that border the wild brush. Little Honey is aware that they are Hares and not Rabbits because of a small bedtime book we read together nightly. "Hi Hare" he says after we stop to get a better look, and "Bye-bye Hare" when they bound away from us and dash into the cover of grassy tunnels. The size of small dogs, they can run up to 45 miles an hour and leap 19 feet in a single bound. Yup, super bunnies.
Caterpillar Update: We woke up this morning to find both of our summer guests attached to the sides of twigs we'd placed inside their glass rooms. Soon each will shed its skin one last time and reveal itself as a bright green Chrysalis.
Posted by gk risser at 12:01 AM
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Down the far end of a long dirt road, we pulled the bike up against a wooden fence to watch a foal still in her downy coat nurse from her silver haired mother. When she'd had enough, she danced our way and poked her head through the fence for Little Honey to pet. He was more interested in the ducks eating seeds in the hay.
Posted by gk risser at 12:17 AM
Monday, May 31, 2010
We stopped the bike to watched him catch three fish in the creek. Admirably patient and suddenly explosive, the S-curve of his neck allows him to dart his bill at fish in the water like a teathered spear. Little Honey jumped with surprise each time. During mating season the top of his bill turns from yellow to red and his feathers gain a flamboyantly frilly plumage. It was these feathers that almost made his kind a forever fatal victim of 19th Century ladies hat fashions. When the nest is full of light blue eggs, male and female take turns tending them__much like Big Honey and Honey Pot.
Posted by gk risser at 2:08 PM