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Erin

Coddiwompling through life, guided by my love of nature and insatiable curiosity.

Defense Mechanism

While beautiful and fragile-looking, the Gulf Fritillary (Agraulis vanillae) is not to be trifled with. This species is unique in that it has glands on its abdomen that release a noxious odor when threatened, prompting birds to move on to other, less smelly prey. While the view from above is striking, I find the silvery spots on the underside equally alluring.

Lively Gray

White-eyed Vireo

The White-eyed Vireo (Vireo griseus) is one aptly named bird! Compared to any of the other vireos that pale eye is incredibly distinctive. Though, to be finicky, I would call that color light gray or ash. A technicality supported by its scientific name as griseus is Latin for gray. It is a handsome little bird that I was very fortunate to get a good look at (they spend most of their time flitting busily through the shrubbery, took me fifteen minutes to even locate this one). Which is where the first part of their binomial comes into play, vireo means lively or full of vigor.

Rollin’ with the Flow

“Once was thought inside my head,

‘fore I reached thirty I’d be dead,

somehow on and on I go,

I keep on rollin’ with the flow”

This is one of the songs that I can’t listen to just once, I have to hear it at least three times before I can allow iTunes to shuffle on. I prefer Mark Chestnutt’s version as it reminds me of his concert at Gruene Hall a dozen years ago. It was a fun and intimate show in a historic venue. Mark was laid back, sharing stories and jokes in between songs. These lyrics resonated with me then and they still do, 428855432_1ba390728c_o

Mark Chestnutt, Gruene Hall, Gruene, Texas February 2007

Common Buckeye

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The Common Buckeye Butterfly (Junonia coenia) is aptly named. Not only do the large eyespots look like deer eyes but it is very a common resident in the southeastern U.S. They are regularly found in urban areas, thriving in parks and weedy lots. As spring warms, some of the young butterflies will make their way north, spreading as far as Canada. Like many retirees, at the first hint of winter weather they will head south. The worn adult above could have been a local butterfly or a migrant. Or, to use the local term for a snowbird, a Winter Texan.

It Wasn’t Luck

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I was fortunate to recently attend the Luck Reunion held at Willie Nelson’s ranch outside of Austin. The music festival derives its moniker from his fortuitously-named ranch. At first glance, the appellation seems appropriate considering Willie’s long and tumultuous career. But when I mull it over, I really think a better epithet would be Perseverance. During his 86 years, there were a multitude of setbacks:

  • Born during the Great Depression, Willie’s parents abandoned him with his grandparents.
  • By the age of ten he was playing in a band to earn much-needed money.
  • He was discharged from the Air Force due to back problems after less than a year.
  • He worked short stints as: tree trimmer, pawn shop clerk, bouncer, saddle maker, phone operator, disc jockey, door-to-door salesman for bibles, vacuums, and encyclopedias, guitar instructor, and actor.
  • In 1970 he went through a divorce and his Tennessee ranch burned down.
  • Married a total of four times, divorced three.
  • Survived life-threatening emphysema.
  • His 1985 movie, Red-headed Stranger, was a box office flop.
  • In 1990 the IRS seized his assets, claiming he owed $32 million in back taxes, penalties, and interest.
  • Arrested several times for marijuana possession.
  • Roughly one third of his albums were failures.

Instead of giving up, Willie persistently pursued his passion; music. Over his 75 year career 46 of his albums charted in the top ten, he co-authored several books, and acted in 30 films. Oh, and remember that trouble with the IRS? While working to resolve his debt, Willie continued his involvement with Farm Aid (a benefit concert series he founded with John Mellencamp and Neil Young).

I’m not claiming Willie is a hero (though his album Heroes is fantastic, you should check it out) but I do admire how hard he worked to follow his passion. His life brings to mind the title of a book by Pema Chödrön, “Fail, Fail again, Fail better.” I would call it moxie or grit or even perseverance. But it damn sure wasn’t luck.