Archive for August, 2010

Cooper’s Hawk

August 21, 2010

I apologize for the quality of this video. For unknown reasons, YouTube would not accept the hi quality video?


Ants Tending Aphids

August 7, 2010

For a week or so, I’ve been watching some ants near the top of an Evening Primrose stalk, and trying to photograph them to see what they are doing. Today I took a bit of video, and realized that the ants are tending aphids.

Here is a photo and explanation from the web.

Sphinx Moth sleeps inside Evening primrose flower

August 7, 2010

Walking past some weeds today, I saw an unusual lavender flower. Closer inspection showed it to be a moth, sticking out of the top of the flower, upside down. After tapping it a few times, it withdrew and flew away. The following excerpt explains what I saw, and the 5 photos show it. Click on each photo to view larger photo.

( excerpt from a book by Blanchan )

Like a ball-room beauty, the Evening Primrose has a jaded, bedraggled appearance by day when we meet it by the dusty roadside, its erect buds, fading flowers from last night’s revelry, wilted ones of previous dissipations, and hairy oblong capsules, all crowded together among the willow-like leaves at the top of the rank-growing plant. But at sunset a bud begins to expand its delicate petals slowly, timidly–not suddenly and with a pop, as the evening primrose of the garden does. Now, its fragrance, that has been only faintly perceptible during the day, becomes increasingly powerful. Why these blandishments at such an hour? Because at dusk, when sphinx moths, large and small, begin to fly, the primrose’s special benefactors are abroad. All these moths, whose length of tongue has kept pace with the development of the tubes of certain white and yellow flowers dependent on their ministrations, find such glowing like miniature moons for their special benefit, when blossoms of other hues have melted into the deepening darkness. If such have fragrance, they prepare to shed it now. Nectar is secreted in tubes so deep and slender that none but the moths’ long tongues can drain the last drop. An exquisite, little, rose-pink twilight flyer, his wings bordered with yellow, flutters in ecstasy above the Evening Primrose’s freshly opened flowers, transferring in his rapid flight some of their abundant, sticky pollen that hangs like a necklace from the outstretched filaments. By day one may occasionally find a little fellow asleep in a wilted blossom, which serves him as a tent, under whose flaps the brightest bird eye rarely detects a dinner. After a single night’s dissipation the corolla wilts, hangs a while, then drops from the maturing capsule as if severed with a sharp knife. Few flowers, sometimes only one opens on a spike on a given evening–a plan to increase the chances of cross-fertilization between distinct plants; but there is a very long succession of bloom. If a flower has not been pollenized during the night it remains open a while in the morning. Bumblebees now hurry in, and an occasional humming bird takes a sip of nectar. Toward the end of summer, when so much seed has been set that the flower can afford to be generous, it distinctly changes its habit and keeps open house all day.

More Than One Mink

August 6, 2010

What appears to be a second mink came to our pond today.

first mink on left, today's mink on right

Last week a mink showed up in our pond, and I took some video of it. I was amazed at how fearless it was, letting me approach to within a few feet. The mink seemed large, healthy and robust. Yesterday and today an apparently smaller mink with a slight limp showed up. It doesn’t seem to see very well and lets me approach very close. I have no idea where either one lives, but one of them comes to the pond every day to eat cat food and protein biscuits.