The Nature of Things

From " A Shropshire Lad " by A.E. Housman, here is his ode to March.  MARCH by A.E. Housman The Sun at noon to higher air, Unharnessing the silver Pair That late before his chariot swam, Rides on the gold wool of the Ram. So braver notes the storm-cock sings To start the rusted wheel of things, And brutes in field and brutes in pen Leap that the world goes round again. The boys are up the woods with day To fetch the daffodils away, And home at noonday from the hills They bring no dearth of daffodils. Afield for palms the girls repair, And sure enough the palms are there, And each will find by hedge or pond Her waving silver-tufted want. In farm and field through all the shire The eye beholds the heart’s desire; Ah, let not only mine be vain, For lovers should be loved again.

A roundup of the week's news of birds and the environment : The American Bird Conservancy's Bird of the Week is a handsome shorebird, the Hudsonian Godwit . The "Hudwit" is a particularly well-traveled bird that breeds in Alaska but, after the breeding season is over, it may fly all the way to the tip of South America, ending up on Tierra del Fuego.  *~*~*~* The United States is burning. Literally. There are wildfires burning all across the country, many of them in Texas. Meanwhile, the federal government is cutting federal wildfire crews and the consequences of that could be dire indeed. *~*~*~* Global sea ice hit a record low in February, which was the third warmest February on record. *~*~*~* And then there is the  El Niño/ La Niña  weather pattern in the Pacific that has its effect on global weather. *~*~*~* There are thirty-six companies that are responsible for at least half of the world's climate-altering emissions. *~*~*~* Here is a list of the worst...

And so we've come to March already as the days and weeks of this new year fly by. March can be, as William Cullen Bryant describes, a stormy month in more northerly climes. Here, near the Gulf Coast, it is generally more peaceful, but we shall see just what she has up her sleeves for us this year.  March by William Cullen Bryant The stormy March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies, I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valley flies. Ah, passing few are they who speak, Wild stormy month! in praise of thee; Yet, though thy winds are loud and bleak, Thou art a welcome month to me. For thou, to northern lands, again The glad and glorious sun dost bring, And thou hast joined the gentle train And wear'st the gentle name of Spring. And, in thy reign of blast and storm, Smiles many a long, bright, sunny day, When the changed winds are soft and warm, And heaven puts on the blue of May. Then sing aloud the gushing rills And the full springs, from f...

A roundup of the week's news of birds and the environment :  This dapper looking guy is the Black-headed Grosbeak , also called the Western Grosbeak and it is the American Bird Conservancy's Bird of the Week . It can be found throughout western North America in its preferred habitat of forests and forest edges. It sometimes hybridizes with the Rose-breasted Grosbeak where the two species' ranges overlap.  *~*~*~* The Environmental Protection Agency in its current iteration appears not to be mainly interested in protecting the environment. *~*~*~* It isn't often that a previously unknown plant is discovered in one of our national parks, but that is what has just happened in Big Bend National Park.  *~*~*~* The Musk/Trump administration's mass firing of federal employees has hit hard at the agencies that manage and protect our national parks and lands. The Forest Service firings in particular have wreaked havoc on rural areas . *~*~*~* The American chestnut tree ...

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  A roundup of the week's news of birds and the environment : In spite of its name, the American Bird Conservancy's Bird of the Week , the Yellow Cardinal , is not a cardinal at all. It is a member of the tanager family. Found in southern South America from Argentina to Uruguay, it is a resident of open woodlands and dry savannas. It is endangered and, unfortunately, its numbers are decreasing. *~*~*~* The new administration in Washington has set about dismantling laws that protect the environment in order to facilitate oil and gas drilling. Can the Endangered Species Act survive? *~*~*~* At the remote Midway Atoll National Wildlife Refuge in the Pacific, Wisdom, the (at least) 74-year-old Laysan Albatross , has a new chick . Isn't it adorable? *~*~*~* Wisdom's history is an amazing story of survival in many ways. *~*~*~* A black anglerfish, a fish of the ocean's depths, caused quite a stir when it appeared on the surface of the ocean near Tenerife recently. Obvio...

( Note to readers: Oops! I had meant to post this earlier and, in fact, imagined that I had. Silly me! ) I came across this poem last week and it was as if it had been written just for me. It perfectly expressed how I felt - a timely reminder that regardless of the nonsense coming out of certain quarters, the world continues in the meantime. In the Meantime by Tom Hirons Meanwhile, flowers still bloom. The moon rises, and the sun. Babies smile and somewhere, Against all the odds, Two people are falling in love. Strangers share cigarettes and jokes. Light plays on the surface of water. Grace occurs on unlikely streets And we hold each other fast Against entropy, the fires and the flood. Life leans towards living And, while death claims all things at the end,  There were such precious times between,  In which everything was radiant  And we loved, again, this world.