They hum their little songs as they go about their lives. The mosquito as it drains the blood of the innocent and spreads blood borne pathogens, the bumbling bumble bee as it gathers nectar and pollinates flowers and plants. Another sound of summer is the grandiose thunderstorms, the lightning giving its warning of the coming rolling thunder as the rain pounds upon the
The Northern Flying Squirrel It is a bird! It is a plane! No, it is a Northern Flying Squirrel! This little critter has it all. It has a very unique definition, description and family.
Susie snaps a photo after staring a few moments into her mother bottomless eyes that were filled with a lot of lost. By taking that photograph she sees her mother in a way she has never seen before. “one captured before the click startled her into the mother of the birthday girl, owner of the happy dog, wife to the loving man, and mother again to another girl and a cherished boy. Homemaker. Gardener.
Go away, I thought and swat a hand toward the window. The bird didn’t flinch but merely turned its head a moment later. A second later, a small wind blew ruffling its feathers. I just stared and watched with curiosity. I felt sorry for the bird.
Although growing up as a kid the sight of a bee flying around was often terrifying, there’s a complex story unfolding behind the scenes as they travel the world in countless amounts, gently landing from flower to flower. The small insects, Bombus affinis, play a pivotal role within ecosystems, with responsibilities such as collecting nectar and pollen and helping the foods largely consumed today, flourish in abundance. Recently, the rusty-patched bumblebee was put on the endangered species list provided by the U.S. Fish & Wildlife Service (USFWS). The inclusion of the bumble bee on the endangered list was enough to put many advocates in a full-blown conservation frenzy.
That last week of summer was one of the worst weeks of my life. This was because I realized just how much time I had wasted over the summer. I figured that I could’ve had the work done by now if I just tried a little harder and had stopped putting it off. I tried so hard to get caught up but, I just didn’t have the time to read all forty-something chapters and answer all forty questions. I was so stressed out that last week.
He nearly squealed when he noticed the techni-colour, nearly translucent wings fluttering lightly as the other slumbered. Not able to contain his exitement, a high pitched giggle-squeal escaped his lips. And that was the only thing needed for the other to jerk up from his
Did the Sun grow tired of her? ...Did the Sun find out her secret? The Sun shone brightly the next day too. He hadn't been able to stay calm since he exchanged place with the Moon. He had anticipated the time he would spend with his precious flower.
I looked to the left where my mom sat, now stroking her hand up and down my back, and my dad standing behind her with a smile. And I realized, not only was I ready to jump over whatever hurdles life gave me, but I had people around me who were willing to hold my hand and cheer me on over them. I felt strangely prepared to face the inevitable situation that struck me that Friday the 13th, and no other choice felt right other than to learn how to live with it. As the saying goes, “the only way out is through.” So through, I
Each section was getting darker, as I observed her face as if I was in a trance. Wherever it went, I wrm6, and I could see her notice me from the corner of the upper grid. She bestowed to me a loving, amiable smile. I adored her smile. Mother's smile looked like an upside down semi-circle, and her sleepy eyes twitched as though they were butterfly wings, ready to be set