EPISODE 421 A VISIT TO THE “SALLY ANN”
EPISODE 421 MONARCH BUTTERFLIES….SPECIAL MILKWEED GARDEN…DIRE PREDICTION
Well, it’s that time of year again when we start to worry about the Monarch Butterflies. Lots of
doom and gloom…talk about these beautiful creatures facing extinction. Let’s hope it’s
Milk weed gets a little ugly about now. Other creatures chew at the leaves. But
Monarch larvae when and if they appear are obvious and systematic. Big fat larvae
Monarch Butterfly Population in 2020-21
How would you go about counting North America’s monarch butterfly population? Scientists can’t count each and every butterfly. Instead they count the area of land occupied by the monarchs in their Mexican over-wintering habitat. The 2020-2021 Monarch Butterfly Report below shows only 2.1 hectares, down from 6.05 hectares just 2 years ago. It’s one of the lowest acreage numbers for the winter population in 20 years. Entomologists believe that Monarch survival requires at least 15 acres of wintering butterflies annually. The situation is dire. Why is this happening?
Illegal Logging Is Increasing in Mexican Winter Habitat
A dramatic increase in illegal logging in the Mexican over-wintering biosphere was reported this year. Approximately 33 acres were lost, up from one acre of loss the year before. In addition problems with habitat loss in the U.S. persist due to the use of chemical insecticides, most notably Round Up.
38th Rover Crew… 1956 : CATAWBA IS CHEAP WINE: TED IS DEAD
Those were grand years, the 1950’s. I thought they would never end, as the song goes. But they did and as near as I can see they have not been repeated. The innocence, sense of adventure, opportunities, simplicity, thrift, tight friendships of those years are difficult to replicate today. This picture for instance, was taken on one of our winter camping trips with the 38th Rover Scout troop led by Ed Hisson (right) where we tramped into a huge log cabin built by a group of older WW2 veterans deep in the Canadian Boreal wilderness north of Parry Sound. They shared it with us for some reason I cannot fathom…perhaps just the Rover Scout bonds. That’s Big Red Stevenson in the foreground, one of my lifetimes friends and me in the background. Our coats come from the War Surplus stores of which there were many in the 1950s.
High up on a Swiss Mountain at the SUMMER PASTURE
KEVIN took these pictures a few years ago when he and Gabriela had the super energy required to reach the SWISS SUMMER PASTURE.
Who says Dogs cannot smile
This is our old coonhound Tara…GRINNING…SO GLAD TO SEE US
DAYS OF WINE AND ROSES
WE did not belong to a fraternity at U. of T. but we went to this fondly remembered fraternity party one night. Eric, Marjorie and I. No pocket money for beer. just enough for one cigar as you can see. Then we hit a bonanza in the dark.
OCT, 7, 1989…FREEDOM CAME AND NEAR DEATH: ANDREW IN SOUTH PACIFIC
Lower Wooton Farm…Marjorie and Nancy plucking chickens
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LAST RITES FOR A GRAND MACHINE OF DAYS LONG GONE
“Son, I can no longer walk and can only get around on this god-damned SCOOTER but there were days not so long ago that…”
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