Conor Friedersdorf is one of the best writers of our time and at the height of his powers- he must be read regularly.
In a month or so the super generation of Monarchs will make the journey to their wintering sites to regenerate. It’s amazing- just like the movement of the four seasons there are four generations of monarchs in the round trip. The first three go north until the final generation follows their parents and grandparents and great grandparents back to the beginning
There is a very intriguing article on a thriving small town in the November 2017 issue of the New Yorker- I heartily encourage you to read the whole thing- what really snagged my attention, though, was this passage:
If you belonged to a church and you had a crisis, church members would likely help you out. If you moved to a city, though, you saw a level of need that could not be addressed by church groups alone.
Why is it if cosmopolitan people are more trusting of strangers as the article posits that there isn’t enough close face to face help for people to get what they need?
From immature red tail hawks in a hedgerow to immature white tail deer in a meadow, there has always been something that is breathtakingly beautiful on the rides. I’m happy my wife talked me into it- so therapeutic. I also really like jumping, because I could never jump high or long, even when I was in my best shape- what a thrill!
I started off my day with a green Drake mayfly on my desk, so with this auspicious sign of maybe a dry fly day I resolved to set out
Well, sure enough, I started with a smaller soft hackle instead of the bigger winged patterns I’ve been using, and I had more success. The brownie had a very different pattern and colouration than the last one I caught. The brookie had marvellous colours.