| Liz Tyner |
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 I suppose the Great Egret was having a Great Fishing day because the bird really wanted to show off its catch. In fact, I'm not sure if it could have easily eaten one much bigger.   And what do you do after you show your friend your great catch? You let them know how good it tastes.
For me, this was worth standing in the rain to see.
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 Where have they been all my life? When I saw photos of scissortail flycatchers displayed, I wanted my own collection of photos. So, off I went. It's really difficult for me to get photos of the birds without bothering them, but I was determined to try. But sometimes, luck saves the day.   I now have a collection of about ten photos, and I'm hoping to add to it.
There are worse hobbies to have. These little butterflies were just hanging around my house, and it was a gift to get to take their photos. I got to celebrate when I didn't even realize that it was a special occasion.     What would a cake look like for a person who enjoyed nature?
This was the cake of my dreams, and I'm so thankful for the friends who caused this cake to become a reality. It seems like I try to find the path less traveled, and usually it leads me to places I really want to be even though there might be insects and spiders involved. You'll note there is a spider on the side of the cake, and you probably can't see it but... there's a hidden snake. You often find a snake in the grass. Well, maybe you don't, but I look for them. A lot. Especially after looking at the OK snake ID Facebook page. Then, when I go outside, every snake-sized stick becomes an exercise inducer. Once a friend was listening to me, and stared at me with a look of disgust on his face. "You really like bugs." He said that like it was a bad thing. So, for full disclosure, I don't think I really do like bugs. Nor do I really like snakes—except the little green ones are okay if you don't upset them, and the ones that look like they're wearing a bow tie are hard for me to dislike. It feels like they dressed up, so I have a soft spot for them. I believe they're called ring neck snakes. And I waiver about disliking the nonvenomous snakes that eat rodents. If they've eaten chicken eggs from a pen I'm near, I dislike them passionately. So, if I were thinking about my less travelled path, then I'd say I'm not thrilled with spiders or snakes, but often they happen to be where the beauty in nature is. And my advice to nature-loving friends: Think twice before you drive off the edge of a cake  I tried to tell a friend where to find the bison. I promise they were there when I went. I can be pretty sure that if I tell someone that they'll see dinosaur tracks at Clayton Lake, New Mexico, they'll see Dino tracks. I mean, those tracks have been there for my whole life so... Wait, they have been there my whole life but they weren't visible until construction work uncovered them in 1982. So technically they were there, you just wouldn't have known because you'd have been walking over a layer of dirt that had them concealed and protected. Even telling someone about dinosaur tracks doesn't mean they'll actually get to see them. One little mistake in the directions can alter the success of an expedition considerably. The problem isn't the dinosaur tracks. Those are protected and they're in stone. But the problem is locating live animals. I told someone whose wife had never seen an American bison that we had a herd nearby. He went, but unfortunately the bison live on a large acreage and the day he visited they'd decided to move away from the road. Do you think the bison get blamed or do you think I get the side-eye? Of course, it didn't end the friendship, but it didn't do a great deal for my credibility. On any given trip to the wildlife casino, you might come home with a sighting you never expected, or just an empty picnic basket. They say gambling is more addictive because you don't always win. You win a little, and that keeps you coming back. Of course, there are a few jackpots here and there. Enough to keep the wheels turning. And that may be what wildlife watching is like. So, I really should be thankful. If I saw a fox every time I looked out, seeing a fox would be diminished. It would become like seeing the neighbor's dog. (Not the neighbor's adorable dog, Maple.) So, in the future I'm going to try not to tell anyone my favorite wildlife places. It won't be because I'm keeping them secret, but because I know the odds are that they'll be disappointed because they might not be willing to get up at 4:00 am. in order to be at the spot when the sun rises. Plus, can you imagine how upset someone would be to get up at 4 am., drive several hours, and only see a prairie? I sometimes see a critter repeatedly in one spot and then never see them again. People who find animals will also be crafty enough to weasel a good location out of me. Or, more likely, they will have already found it on their own.    The dinosaur tracks are only about a 1/4 mile from the parking lot. Instead of elbow-to-elbow tourists, only a few people were there.
Track Photos from Clayton Lake, New Mexico. Bison photos from Tallgrass Prairie Preserve.  This place still exists. The longhorns are really enclosed, but not so much that if you got out of your car and angered one that you'd have a fence to protect you. Nope. You'd be on your own. In fact, I don't think I ever even found longhorn cattle interesting until I saw these in the Wichita Wildlife Refuge. They acted peaceable enough while I was there, and I think the area is a better place for having them. They meander about and I've never even seen them notice a tourist.  Wichita Wildlife Refuge near Lawton, Oklahoma.
 I've written other blogs on thistle, but this really isn't about thistle. It's about what you can find when you study the plant. But watch out, thistle is rather like a large thorn bush. Or a large city with a lot of inhabitants. Don't keep reading if spiders scare you.    I prefer green snakes over all others, I believe. They tend to leave as quickly as possible when I find them...which I often do when I see any other snake.
It's possible today to publish a first book on Amazon without anyone else reading it. What's possible isn't the same as a good plan.
Get an editor for your first book before you do online publishing. A good one. It needs to be someone who has published a book or who has been in the industry a long time. Talk to some other people you trust who've self-published a book. Ask them privately about the pitfalls and rewards. If you don't know any people who've done that, start trying to find online groups. Think back to the past. Have you ever seen a friend wearing something you thought wasn't right, but you kept your mouth shut? Have you ever agreed that something was lovely but inside you didn't think it was as awesome as the person who owned it. It is possible that your dear friends who read your work and say they can't wait to see it in print....can wait. Getting published isn't the dream now. Writing the best book you can have is the dream.  I didn't realize how many photos I had of things lurking.
 Meteor showers fascinate me which really isn't surprising. A lot of things catch my attention.
Last night, I wanted to see the Perseid meteor shower. It wasn't even dark, but nothing else was on my agenda, so I went outside, got a large cushion and put it on top of a picnic table so I could recline and watch the sky, and I settled in for a long wait...because it wasn't even dusk yet. At roughly 8:45 pm, a large meteor streaked across the sky overhead and it appeared to shatter into bursts of light. Even though I did see some smaller meteors after the sky darkened and the dew settled around me—that first meteorite was the most amazing. It really was the only incredible one I saw. And it wasn't even dark. Since I'd seen a big meteor, I really could have returned inside before nightfall, but I didn't know what else I might see, so I had to stay longer. I saw a lot of planes and maybe some satellites and I heard a cacophony of frogs and a few coyotes or dogs howling, and a deer snorted at me, and an opossum was sniffing along the ground in kind of a zigzag motion getting a wet nose. When I left my perch to return to my doorway, I watched not the stars, but the ground. I realized how insulated I am inside my house at night. That insulation helps me sleep better, but living for a moment as people might have lived BI (before internet) made me happy I had stepped outside, and yes, when I walked inside, I did watch the ground very carefully for snakes. I'm so thankful I can see the stars over my house, and I wish the world could always feel as peaceful as it did when I watched the stars. |
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