Browsing Category "Caterpillars of Eastern North America"
Hatching a New Group: Ocean State Bird Club
By     |    Sep 16, 2014
Posted in: Caterpillars of Eastern North America, land trust, National Audubon Society, Natural Science, Ocean State Bird Club, Outdoor writing, RINHS, Steere Hill Land Trust, Uncategorized     |    5 Comments

Hatching a New Group: Ocean State Bird Club

It’s dusk. A dirt parking lot (well, more like a clearing of dirt) retains a few cars, and further back there is a small circle of people sporting binoculars. They wear the full palette of the bird watcher’s color wheel: khaki, tattered khaki, dirty khaki, spanking new khaki, and new khaki stressed to look old. (We are nothing if not consistent.) A bearded young man in the circle speaks to […]

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The Mid-Summer Moth Mingle
By     |    Jul 27, 2014
Posted in: BioBlitz, Caterpillars of Eastern North America, Franklin Farm, Light pollution, Moth Mingle, Moths, National Audubon Society, National Audubon Society Field Guide to Insects and Spiders, Natural Science, RINHS, Roger Williams Park Zoo, Uncategorized, URI, USFW     |    2 Comments

The Mid-Summer Moth Mingle

Note: “Science and Nature for a Pie” is now on Facebook! Like the page for regular updates on new stories, photos, and other discussions about the wonders of the outdoor world! www.facebook.com/scienceandnatureforapie . If moths and butterflies thought like human children, they would be embroiled in a never-ending case of sibling rivalry. “Why do the butterflies get all the attention?” the moths would moan. “People never even notice us!” The […]

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Leopards in the Forest
By     |    Jul 1, 2013
Posted in: Caterpillars of Eastern North America, Giant Leopard Moth, Moths, Uncategorized     |    3 Comments

Leopards in the Forest

  The trip to the edge of the woods would be a quick one. The air had been steam sauna wet, and even now only recalled the tepid dampness of someone else’s towel. Worse, the yawn of days like this had produced a ravening hoard of mosquitoes that laughed openly at the casual wave of a hand. My dog, Shadow, for whom this trip to the woods had been necessary, […]

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