I sat down to write this, before the nice rain, after seeing a couple of robins hopping and hopping around my creaky brown crack-filled patio. They were looking for sustenance of some kind.
All that pecking on hard ground would give me a severe headache. I felt sorry for the poor. They pecked and jumped, poked and jumped all the time.
I reflected for a moment on my Robinese knowledge. Aren’t they supposed to feel the movement of worms underground? Who could feel anything through a cement-like floor?!
Robins have exceptional eyesight, which is why the pair frequently bowed their heads. In addition to worms, they will consume spiders, snails, and other critters. However, 60 percent of their diet is berries and fruit.
Now that we have received the vital rain, the birds are happily looking for food. It seems like ages and eons and forever and donkey ears since we last got any precipitation.
I know what caused the colder temperatures and the thunderstorms. It was me. You need to picture this in your mind, if you want.
I was so hot…just dripping sweat from every pore of my body. Standing in my crisp, dry garden in worn-out llama pajama bottoms, a pink tank top, and falling apart sneakers.
It was not a pretty sight. Even the bees and birds raised their eyebrows and turned their heads. People of my age and stature zaftig should not be seen wearing this outfit in public or on their patio.
It was here that I decided to water my tomatoes. The news said the rain was coming. Would it be a reality or just another cloud shuttle?
I took the opportunity to keep watering, hoping it would perform my unflinching rain dance, knowing definitely that this would bring us some rain.
Well it worked.
We didn’t water our garden, so the grass was brittle and brown. Cracks in the topsoil looked like a giant map of the world. In fact, as I stood in the shade, sweating profusely, I began to name the geographical shapes.
“That looks like Wisconsin. I just found Norway and Japan.” I need to get a life.
I try not to seed or incite political views in this column by tiptoeing gracefully through the middle.
Well, the Supreme Court ruling in June 2022 on carbon emissions caught me off center line regarding the conclusions. He bristled with embarrassment and worry.
The Environmental Protection Agency has always been in charge of our air quality, established more than 40 years ago. Now, suddenly, our clean air is in danger.
The court decided that the EPA can no longer make any decisions regarding carbon emissions at the national level, an issue and cause of many who followed the Climate Change Conference agenda for nations to reduce carbon and improve challenges. of air quality.
This decision will make the goals declared by the United Nations Climate Change Conference so complex and complicated for the United States, which should, I would think, be a strong leader on this issue.
Many atmospheric scientists consider this new ruling a real slap in the face for those interested in fighting climate change. President Biden expressed alarm, saying this was “yet another devastating decision that is aimed at setting our country back” and also “risks damaging our nation’s ability to keep our air clean and combat climate change.”
Judge Elena Kagan also believed as I did. She said: “The court appoints itself, rather than Congress or the think tank, as the person who makes the decisions on climate policy. I can’t think of many more terrifying things.” (as written in the US edition of Bloomberg)
One climate scientist explained: “The science is incredibly clear. Our failure to do even this small part as a nation is incredibly frustrating.”
Dr. Jason Smerdon, a researcher at Columbia University, said sadly: “You have to take the time to absorb it (the court ruling), mourn it and feel bad about it. We have to do everything in our power to reduce greenhouse gas emissions.”
I think this embarrasses the United States. Who, now, will take care of our atmospheric problems? The EPA still has some recourse in environmental matters. States, cities, and Congress will come up with new guidelines (good luck with them going across party lines… I mean, Congress).
The state of Massachusetts has already enacted climate change bills for their state. That’s great! But, wise and early decisions must be made to make a difference.
If you like hunting, now is the season for the bullfrog. I guess you can shoot them or shoot an arrow at them. I know the easiest way: shine a flashlight in their eyes to temporarily blind them and catch them in a net.
I have eaten frog legs. They are not my favorite food from a lake, and I would not order them in a restaurant. Now, my husband would. He could eat many grasshopper legs.
Squirrel season is open if you like to eat them. Please don’t shoot and don’t eat them. That pisses me off!
Rabbit season is open all year. My husband will eat this too…and squirrels. He is a man from Kansas Prairie.
Moose season begins August 1. They are often found around Ft. Riley, but herds are growing statewide. Matt Peek of Kansas Wildlife and Parks said moose can be found in about a quarter of Kansas counties.
I’ve never seen a Kansas moose before. That would be an incredible sight to behold.