Lots of family stuff this week so just a short post. I have found yet another viewing spot for the red-shouldered hawk nest that involves standing on a tall ladder at some remove. After I work out a few kinks, I think I might use this perch to see more into the nest at eye… Read more »
Sometimes I go to the Park to look for something particular that I plan to write about. But often, I simply go on a tiny safari. Safari is a Swahili word for a journey that has come to mean an expedition in search of interesting animals. Mine are tiny safaris because they take place in… Read more »
Not a long post this week, but I want to let you know how to find the red-shouldered hawk nest. I have found two spots from which you can see the nest and I will be checking out a third when I get a moment. The nest is in a large sycamore on the… Read more »
The Park is full of wild onions. All of Houston is full of them. They are visually intriguing, but I didn’t think they were interesting enough to write about. This is an onion. Story told. So I didn’t do much more than enjoy how they bite back sharply when you nibble them. But this week,… Read more »
People gather the most information about their surroundings visually. I realized this when an old dog of mine lost both his sight and hearing and it hardly slowed him down. If I were blind and deaf, I would have been in terrible trouble, but Al (my beloved corgi) did not gather the most important information… Read more »
Big spring arrives soon with fields of wildflowers buzzing with bees, birds migrating through, butterflies flitting hither and yon, and mosquitoes. That last one isn’t a delight, but reality is what it is. But before big spring gets here, you might take a moment to enjoy tiny spring. I should note that tiny spring is… Read more »
Ancient Europeans took note of a flower that grew in barren soil. They decided that this plant must be stealing the nutrients other plants need and hoarding them for itself. Hence, it was like a wolf, stealing animals from the flocks they tended. They called the flower lupine which is Latin for wolf-like. We no… Read more »
Waxwings arrive in Houston after Christmas and stick around until they eat all the mulberries, which don’t even get going until late March. They aren’t large birds, about the size of a starling, but they are dapper. With a red tip on each wing, a yellow band at the tip of their tails and a… Read more »
This will come as no surprise to anyone living in Houston. It’s been raining. I decided that if a little rain could stop me, I didn’t deserve to call myself a naturalist. So, here I am, a nature writer with nothing much to write about because apparently, a little rain can stop me. I did… Read more »
I don’t know how many creatures live in Buffalo Bayou Park, but I do know that we have almost exactly as many as the Park can support. If the Park could support more critters, they would have been here already. When you run into critters in the Park, they are not there for rest and relaxation…. Read more »