Sunday, June 21, 2020 Father’s Day
This will be short, for today I’ll going horseback riding with dear friends who seriously target early haul-outs to beat the heat. They’ve a right plan, for now, at 5 a.m. it’s very warm outside.
Yesterday, while tramping with my dogs in the forest, I spotted this beautiful caterpillar, a big, fat, very colorful variety. In this morning’s hurry and trying to identify its type, the closest I come is that it’s a Monarch butterfly or a Pandora moth. Not long ago, Central Oregon had a huge infestation of Pandoras, and maybe this is one. A Monarch would be likely, too, as now is their season and they’re plentiful.
This has pushed me to seek a resource for identifying caterpillars, butterflies, and moths. A book is on its way. What on earth or from among the stars is happening in my old lady’s brain? Why’s it taking on such as mushrooms, caterpillars, and King Philip’s War? Could anyone so much as venture a guess as to what’s maybe ahead?
I’ll keep you posted.
Dear Friends: Today’s horseback ride with mushroomer-friends will be brain-tickling. Diana