Sunday, October 16, 2011

A Cuckoo-Bee in my bonnet

A Cuckoo-Bee

My blog posting has been spotty as of late but with good cause - again. I have been busy out in the field trying to get as much material captured before the long nights and short days of winter befall us.

One of the joys of coming back to my blog is that I then catch up on all of the other blogs I follow. Well worth the reading and following are these three blogs: Danial Neil - Language of trees (Danial is a gifted writer who words are worth a thousand pictures), Peter Sulzle - Peter Sulzle's Wildlife Photography Blog (Peter's pictures of wildlife are worth a thousand words), and Mel Rothenburger - The Armchair Mayor (Mel is begrudgingly one of the better mayors we have had. As I get older and more crotchety the more I agree with Mel).

But the reason I made this post is that I have recently come across a group of insects known as Cuckoo Bees. These bees behave like the Cuckoo and lay their eggs in another bee's nest and allow that parent to raise the young while they head off to the casino and enjoy life. I had always figured these insects to be some type of wasp, but no, they are in fact bees. The amazing thing about nature is that no matter how long you study and observe it - you will never scratch the surface of all its intricacies - something like trying to learn how the remote for your TV works!

Apparently not another cuckoo bee - but a striped hoverfly mimic

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Not a good patient

So it is1:24 in the a.m. and I am sitting in front of my computer. Not because I am particularly obsessed with writing, but because I am sick.

While those that know me, or have read more than three of my posting will nod in agreement and say "Yes, we've known that about you for a long time" I will hasten to counter with "Not that type of sick - I am really sick with a sore throat and the shivers."

I do not suffer well, or silently. That is why I have been banished from my own bed to wander the house like a lost soul looking for refuge wherever it might be. The kitchen, the TV, and the library offered little solace so I have ended up here in front of my computer seeking solace on the net.

I thought about tweeting my ailments but with five followers I figured the return on that expenditure of effort would be minimal. I could have posted the info on facebook but those types of posts are clearly designed for superficial condolences - no I needed a forum that could truly spell out the depths of my misery and in turn generate some real heartfelt emails of sympathy.

But alas and alack, the shivers have taken a hold of me again and I must go off to battle them instead of pounding out some prose that would capture the depth and project the magnitude of my despair and suffering.

Perhaps some late night "Family Guy" and a bottle of Nyquil will bring me around.
From this summer and happier times when I wasn't dying from this stoopid, stoopid sore throat!