W I N D ! ! !
The temperature dropped precipitously and it's practically blowing a zephyr today. It may feel like Halloween when it gets here after all.
A small moraine from the ice age is about to be dug up to demonstrate the workings of a steam shovel. Somehow the area is seen without worth, though wildlife and flora abound, many of which have very small populations such as Bluebirds and Shooting Stars. Also a good proportion of those trees are slow growing oaks which took many decades to reach maturity.
Nothing there, huh? There's a big fat fungus of some description. At first I thought it was a Shaggy Mane Mushroom but now think it's one of the Inky Tops.
There are these lovelies scattered all through the grasses-- forbs formally-known-as -Asters. The short sighted say the area isn't doing anything ; it needs to produce "resources". As if in and of itself, it wasn't a remarkable resource. But once again the short sighted, and willfully ignorant go for the least valuable short term goal.
On the other hand, here's a link from The New York Times sent in by Bill Walters, in which there is thinking going on by researchers, who beyond being chased by lions, are looking into just how Baboons think.
SCIENCE October 9, 2007
By NICHOLAS WADE
Reading a baboon’s mind affords an excellent grasp of the dynamics of baboon society.
Donegal Browne
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