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Saturday, April 4, 2020

Ring around the rabbits

On this evening's walk there was a clear feeling of energy. The insect swarms have increased in volume and energy, along the clear ditch the mustard weeds have sprung up another foot. The rabbits, which are always around are more active in the evening and hence, move visible as they sprint away from the sound of a dog's leash. While the trees are still dominated the the light green color of the elms and their seeds, there are other green hues appearing too. The Russian olives are putting out their small spike of leaves along the thin branches.

There are many rustling in the leaves, and now they are not from birds deep in the bushes. Now, there are multitudes of lizards, both big and small. The young fence lizards are more likely to be visible as they dash around looking for new territories. Later they will be joined by the whip tails and the land will be separated in to the climbing fence lizards on wall, and the faster whip tails rushing along the dirt.

There are many fishermen out with their families this week-end. They usually go to the easily place to reach by car i.e the end of Andrew's Lane. I doubt there are many fish in their usual haunts, now the tree stumps have been hauled out, but I am not a fisherman. I like to watch the tell-tale rings in the water of the fish rising to catch the mating insects like mayfly that come to close to the water's surface. This is classic trout behavior, and is why fly-fishing is a thing. I also noticed large fish lurking along the edge of the duckweed patches that extend into the section where Meadowlark crosses the ditch. They are hard to see directly (polarized sunglasses help) but they roil the surface into waves as they thrash around. That there are many fish is attested to by the numerous depressions that can still be seen in the ditch bottom, where sunfish parents tried to fan away clay particles from smothering their brood of eggs they were guarding.

There should be no doubt that I am a jack of all trades, and a master of none. This point was made clear to me in a flash of inspiration while I found myself, and my bike at the bottom of the middle ditch when I went for an unplanned swim while directing activities towards rescuing a water logged beetle (beetle was not rescued). Ego was bruised and my phone is going through a prolonged de-wetting process, which is why there are no pictures for today)

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