Don’t miss this! On June 29 and 30, the fourth Upper Delaware BioBlitz will return to the site where it was launched in 2013—the 63.5 acre Gales Property in Starlight, PA.
Or so they say. I suppose it depends on who is taking the picture and what the subject matter is, but with my arm in a sling (and a song in my heart), I ventured out into the world last week to see what I could see, the idea being that if I could capture photos illustrating where I was, then fewer words (you’re welcome) would be called for.
In May, the lilacs bloom, trees are in leaf, and the lawn wants its first mowing. Eagles are busy hunting, feeding their hungry hatchlings almost constantly. A parade of brightly colored migrant birds stops at the feeders. Ducklings follow their mothers around the eddy, learning to evade the eagles.
If you pay attention to what you see and hear when outside and equate it to the time of year, you have just practiced the science of phenology: the study of when events happen with given species of plants or animals.
For fly fishermen who chase trout in the Upper Delaware River system, the first week of June has always been referred to as “Bug Week.” In most years, this week will offer the season’s most diverse selection of different active insect species.
Their noses leave a ghost impression as they press against the window of the train. Others scurry across the aisle to catch a glimpse, if only for a fleeting moment. The “oohs and ahha” bring a grin to this jaded face of mine, but I enjoy the scene before me none the less.
It should come as no surprise (IMHO) that my birthday is a national holiday, and now that it has passed, I can get down to business. If for some reason your cards and gifts got lost in the mail, feel free to forward them on to me c/o The River Reporter.
When it comes to protecting water quality in the Upper Delaware River region, best management practices (BMPs) are very important practices.
There is a magical place, high in the eastern Catskills, where crystalline waters flow to form the “Blue Hole.” It is part of the upper Rondout watershed in the Town of Denning and is fed by Rondout Creek, which flows along Peekamoose Road.
I’m not sure if I’m clinically depressed, self obsessed, or simply mad as a hatter, but my mind never stops whirring, and it’s difficult getting to sleep these days. When attempting to explain how I feel to my shrink—or what friends I have left—I stutter and stammer, seeking the right words. “It’s an existential crisis,” I said to a confidant.