It’s the 18th of March and there’s a white-out snow storm happening. By now the crocuses should be up and basking in sunshine while enduring nighttime cold. Instead we have rafters of wild turkey by the dozens parading in the side yard with heads deep in snow seeking grass for their gullets. By now Jakes and Jennys should be courting behind the backs of possessive Toms with their steely gaze and harem hens. Rare to see them so close to the house but the snow cover is less deep here and they’re hungry. So am I, but for warm air and blue sky instead.
According to astronomical definition, spring equinox in 2013 is two days from now and it doesn’t look promising. The daylight and night shadows may be nearing equal length but rebirth and renewal seem a long way off. I’m waiting for the springing forth of light and life that means the new season is arrived. I want the snow and ice to melt, frost to come out of the ground, and for winter to let go.
As I look forward in anticipation of real spring, these are images from last year. Click one for a Lightbox gallery to see them full-sized. First is a Black swallowtail, Papilio polyxenes, the state butterfly of Oklahoma. Some people call it the American Swallowtail for it is indeed common throughout. Its black with yellow markings is highlighted with spots of intense red and metallic blue. It survives like other swallowtails by a nasty taste that comes from concentrating flavors of what it eats and with a foul smell emitted from a Y-shaped organ near the back of its head. I found this patient creature drying its wings after emerging from the crysalis on its first day out.
Next is Hyla versicolor, a more colorful name than Gray tree frog. Indeed it is commonly gray or green, splotched or not, and it changes color for camouflage. Obviously, it’s not in its nature to match coral paint and so we see a vain attempt that makes it even more apparent. And then there is the brilliantly shining golden eye! Gray tree frogs have big toe paids to help them climb after their insect diet. This fellow on a window ledge was boldly singing its tra-la-la to attract a mate. Three days later he was still there, persistently hopeful.
Last is Ctenucha virginica, a broad-winged wasp moth of Midwestern marsh and meadow. The range is expanding westward and is recently established to the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. En masse they arrived on the porch last spring though I found this cooperative fellow eating wild parnip in the meadow. It was dewy early morn that left me wet to the shoulders from wading through tall grasses. In late spring I head out to clean the meadows of invasive wild parsnip, yellow rocket, and several varieties of dock. Ambitious and obsessive to make things better than I found them, I carry a camera always as it is hard work that gives me a reason to be where the action is.
Please leave a comment to share what you most look forward to as you think about coming spring!