Monday, April 15, 2013
Their next journey is their last. The same instinct that drove them from their birth place out into the vast ocean kicks in again, guiding them back to that same river. The salmon spawn, and finally end their epic, perilous journey. Tired and very beat up from the spawning process, they die. Some of them will decay and become a part of that river where it all began. Others, like the one in the picture above, get caught up in shallow waters. The seasons change and the water levels drop, temperatures plummet and snow falls, preserving the carcass for months, even years.
Bringing first timers out for a day of fishing is always risky. The weather is always changing, and some days those fish just aren't around. Luckily, when my dad and I brought my sisters best friend and her boyfriend, we had a bright, calm, perfect day. We saw whales, we caught big fish (the above picture is a 50" Striped Bass, the first fish either of them had ever caught). I couldn't think of a better way to show people a new experience.
This is my bird, Bird. Yes, I did name my bird Bird, and there's a story behind it. When we first got her, we had no idea how to tell whether she was a male or a female. She was young, and with research I found out that it would take a few years for certain features to develop that would indicate the sex. So that, coupled with the fact that I've never been good at coming up with interesting and catchy names, resulted in the name Bird.
A couple months later, when Bird was living a happy, although still genderless bird life, I noticed that she was spending most of her time in a little bird house that I had recently put in her cage. After a few days, I started to get a little worried due to the fact that she now would not come out of her humble abode. I popped the top of the house off, and there was Bird, sitting on a pile of pure white cadbury-egg sized eggs.
Sunday, April 7, 2013
About five years ago, a couple of milkweed plants sprouted up outside in my yard. Milkweed is the only type of plant that a Monarch caterpillar will eat (the leaf in the picture is a milkweed leaf). Each year since then, more and more milkweed has started to grow in that same spot, and each year, we get to see tons of butterfly's laying their eggs. So although I didn't really pay attention to what my teacher was trying to teach us, I think I can say that that experience in first grade is what sparked my interest in nature, which I am thankful for.