Welcome friends, to the sounds of insects.

yesterday at lakeside park, i lay in the grass for a rare, calm moment.
opened eyes, grass, humming and buzzing, itching but happy.
on the walk home, a tick on my shoulder.
next time, i must remember to spray MYSELF with the insect repellent, not just Phoenix.
anyway, i take it as a reminder to further my insect studies.
o, coleoptera, how you break my heart!

things get both too ugly and too lovely sometimes

gilded gets grating
everything becomes something

bugbird poem as memoir (a beginning)

1. Usually lamellate, sometimes flabellate.
2. Call is an ascending whistle. 3. Tegulae present. Body flattened.
4. Deciduous, show enough face pattern to separate.
5. All killing jars should be wiped out occasionally.
Wingbeats slow enough to be counted.




1. (superfamily scarabaeid)
2. (common loon)
3. (achilid planthopper)
4. (bridled titmouse)
5. (mockingbird)