Showing posts with label Ohio. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ohio. Show all posts

Monday, July 8, 2013

EASTERN AMBERWING


Perhaps it's not immedialy apparent, but the dragonfly in this photo is quite tiny—something under an inch in length. Called an Eastern Amberwing, it's the second smallest dragonfly species found in Ohio. But seeing as how the slightly smaller Elfin Skimmer is currently on our state's endangered species list, and known to be present at only three restricted bog or fen areas, it's likely a diminutive Eastern Amberwing will prove the smallest dragonfly most of us will ever encounter afield. Here in Ohio, they're most common in mid-summer, though you can sometimes find one as late as September.

The one in the photo is a male, easily differentiated from the female by the namesake amber-hued wings; wings on females are brown-spotted and clear. Like all dragonflies and damselflies, Eastern Amberwings (Perithemis tenera) are predators. In this case, they feed by catching and eating only the tiniest of insects such as mosquitoes and midges.   

Eastern Amberwings are generally found around ponds and lakes, less often near slow-moving sections of creeks and rivers. They're also considered by many to be perhaps the wariest, most easily spooked of all species, thus making for difficult photo targets. This Eastern Amberwing wasn't following the rulebook. I discovered it hunting just above the tops of the tall grass along the edge of my favorite prairie patch—a hundred yards from the nearest water. And after one or two tries, I quickly managed to get within photo range.

I've been a dragonfly/damselfly fan for years, and the miniature Eastern Amberwings have long been one of my very favorites—especially the charismatic males with their golden-amber, red-spotted wings. Small in size, maybe, but sure big on snazzy good looks.  
             

Monday, November 10, 2008

STARTING OUT…

I begin this blog with a confession... I’ve never been much good at keeping a journal or diary. 

Should I ever need a reminder of this fact, an hour's worth of digging through desk drawers and file boxes would easily unearth a fair stack of partially-filled notebooks constituting ample proof of my many past failures. Some date back decades. 

While the spirit has always been willing, in practice the flesh has proven lazy and easily distracted. Time after time, when the gap between entries seemed too great to justify, the project was quietly abandoned. 

Still, I love the idea of such endeavors and love reading the regular chronicles of others who do manage what I—so far—haven’t. 

So I'm going to try again, this time as a blogger. Of course, whether I'll be any more successful with this latest attempt remains to be seen. Hope may spring eternal…but I know who I'm dealing with. As a wise Pogo once said, “We have met the enemy, and they is us.” 

As to motive—well it's certainly not because I labor under the fantasy that I possess great insight or personal wisdom worth sharing, or think I lead a life of entertaining adventure. Nope, I’m regularly as bored, bewildered, and bummed-out as anyone.  

I’m doing this simply because I suspect I would, at some future point, like having at least a cursory account of the seasons and times here along the river. A few lines to jog what’s already proving to be a fickle memory, recording dates and thoughts of various events. And probably just as often, to write about whatever interests me at the moment—though more from the wellspring of sharing a passion than a repressed need to rant. 

Anyway, that's the deal. By keeping this record as a blog, out there for others to read, I’m hoping the responsibility will naggle me to stay with it when I might otherwise succumb to distraction or procrastination. Perhaps this time, thanks to the blog format, I can trick myself into sticking with the task of regular journal keeping long enough that some psychological divide is crossed and it evolves into a comfortable habit. 

If you enjoy this blog, let me know. I can always use the encouragement.