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Monday, April 9, 2012

Hope Springs Eternal

The Spring sun wearily pushes through the low cloud cover draped across the short-grass prairie of the Northern Llano Estacado. Overnight temperatures remain on the cool side. Rain remains a distant memory.

The five to seven-tone song medleys of Western Meadowlarks greet Cooper and me as we reach our prairie trail head. I persist in endeavors to locate and photograph a lark nest in the prairie vegetation, ever since Cooper alerted on one a few ago. The prized image continues to elude digital immortality. A Western Meadowlark’s camouflage and deception techniques easily rival and exceed any human military concealment strategies.

As we ease down one of the lost trails, I become aware of a Northern Harrier repeatedly turning into the lively westerly winds, briefly hovering, then streaking towards ground level. Its target is prairie dog town--its mission, breakfast.

Over the last several days I repeatedly delight in a summertime phenomenon--the rattling flight and color splashes of Red-winged Grasshoppers. They are mostly mature adults, but a number youngsters test their flight prowess as well. Adults do survive even subzero winter weather. These prairie marauders are strong fliers but little is known about their migratory habits. They may be itinerants from the southern reaches of the Llano. These grasshoppers have a wide range, which reaches from Mexico towards the Great Lakes, into Southern Canada, and across the Rockies to the Cascades and South to the Sierras. In our area they normally don't hatch until June, although partial development can happen in the previous late summer or autumn months. I surmise they are winter survivors.

On a pleasant side note to our trail adventures, Cooper and I run into his Alaskan Malamute pals and their human escorts. A fun visit and some additional time on the trails follows.

On the way home I ponder the fate of the Llano flora and fauna. Every living thing seems to have placed life on pause. The prairie waits for life-giving rains. The state of the prairie ecosystem portends survival of the fittest. Despite the bleak outlook for colorful images, I manage to locate several Purple Locoweed and diminutive patches of Red Stem Filaree. Emerald green cupolas of Broom Snakeweed dot the red earth in a prairie dog township. Caliche Globemallows continue to unfurl their warm greetings in an otherwise weatherbeaten panorama. Hope springs eternal.


© Ilija Lukić 2012


Hope Springs Eternal (erodium cicutarium)

Woolly Loco (astralagus mollissimus, aka Purple Locoweed)

Monday Morning Trail

Broom Snakeweed Cupolas (Cooper)

Parabolic Mirror (Scarlet Globemallow)

Filaree Embraces

Caliche Globemallow (sphaeralcea coccinea)


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