animals

Big Snake, Small Man

John Lane — Sat, 14 Jun 2008 06:50:31 -0400

Someone forwarded an e-mail my way with the heading "River Falls Rattler." The embedded picture showed a monster rattlesnake being held toward the camera on the tip of a stick. The body of the e-mail sounded official and stated that the snake had been found on the local golf course, and to be careful when retrieving balls from the rough.

Down Here Below

John Lane — Fri, 08 Feb 2008 17:54:55 -0500

We just got back from Manhattan where we attended AWP, a big writers convention. There were 7,000 academic writers-mostly students, graduate students, and writers who teach-all packed into a two conference hotels in mid-town not far from Time Square.

Coyotes

John Lane — Wed, 19 Dec 2007 18:08:39 -0500

Out here our house is turned to the linear wildness along the creek like a big ear. We listen for what happens in the timber and thick undergrowth below us with the fascination of someone sampling a new CD. If I hear a bird I don't know, I try to track it down for identification, adding its name to our "play list" of what this place might spin in our direction. I scribble the name in the back of an old field guide, a note as to what is passing by.

Autumn and its Tiny Animal Delights

John Lane — Tue, 09 Oct 2007 06:57:11 -0400

"There is a season, turn, turn, turn," the Byrds sang in 1965, quoting loosely from Ecclesiastes, "and a time for every purpose, unto heaven." Every year about this time I'm reminded of the appropriateness of this old Bible verse turned folk-rock poetic insight into the turning year as the first day of fall rolls around.

Whose Planet is it Anyway?

John Lane — Tue, 11 Sep 2007 07:58:28 -0400

It's easy to draw negative conclusions about yellowjackets. They seem to us humans to always be in bad moods and so they are hard to love. They have little charisma. Though yellowjackets make good football mascots, they would not be on anyone's short list for the next pilot cuddly creature show on "Animal Planet."

Doggie Dove Bars

John Lane — Tue, 28 Aug 2007 14:01:10 -0400

Our dog Toby has been eating cicadas the last few weeks. I limit him to three a day, though if I let him run free and wild amid the arboreal buffet I think he'd top that in a few seconds.

You've all heard the cicadas. It's our signature summer sound in the South. If you have hardwood trees you can hear them rasping in waves. It's a sharp, rolling, rusty sound. The woods around our house are rich with them, rich in sound—and calories.

Big Nature on the Little Screen

John Lane — Tue, 29 May 2007 19:26:32 -0400

For the last two weeks at our house we've been watching the Discovery Channel's powerful and mesmerizing eleven episode series "Planet Earth," or as Betsy calls it, the "Somebody's Mama Steals Somebody Else's Babies so Her Babies Can Eat" series.

The Dying of the Bees

John Lane — Tue, 15 May 2007 07:43:08 -0400

This week I started to teach the last novel of the semester, Sue Monk Kidd's THE SECRET LIFE OF BEES. This is the story of a young motherless girl who lives on a South Carolina peach farm and throughout the story, bees are a significant symbol, first of the young hero's fears and fantasies, and then later for the health of her community and the hope for her own future.

Home on the Range

John Lane — Mon, 19 Mar 2007 17:58:46 -0400

We were out walking the dog last week when a neighbor pulled up and asked, "Any cows in your backyard?

"Cows?"

"Two brown cows wandering around."

He explained how the cows had been grazing on the new grass down their way for two or three days and said we should keep an eye out for them in our end of the neighborhood. He'd seen them at least three times. We thanked him, and Betsy asked if he'd come and tell us if he saw them again. She didn't want to miss cows grazing in the suburbs.

Approaching Frog and Maple Time

John Lane — Wed, 07 Mar 2007 17:36:37 -0500

I’ve always been tuned into the big rolling wheel of the seasons. I hold a deep reverence for things that move in cycles (most things), and so take any opportunity I can direct attention to seasonal change. I’m always surprised when I realize that not everyone sees time as this deep cycle of millions of seasons (spring, summer, fall, winter without end) wheeling along from Big Bang to Eternity. Seasonal change is my baseline, my stock market, my creed, my insurance policy against meaninglessness and deep doubt.