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Sunday, June 27, 2010

Camouflage

This Buckeye Butterfly thought she was hiding from me! Right out in the open! If you have trouble finding her in the top picture, click on the picture, and it will enlarge . . . then you'll see her!

A closer look.

She is very well disguised, and hidden in this dry grass. This is called camouflage.

When birds and animals and even insects are almost invisible in their environment, it makes it more difficult for predators to find them.

For more information on Buckeye Butterflies, click here. There you will find information, and photos of their open wings, along with photographs of their caterpillars and chrysalises.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

In each of these three pictures, there is a bird hidden in the branches. Can you find them? They are very well disguised. This is called camouflage. When birds and animals are almost invisible in their environment, it makes it more difficult for predators to find them.
If you have trouble finding the birds, click on the picture to enlarge it, I'll bet you won't have any trouble finding them then!

My Advice to Parents

Take your children on walks in nature. It can be at the neighborhood park, just as long as there are bushes and trees. Encourage them to look closer, closer!

Point out little natural objects like spider webs, and the spiders in them. Notice little things, like acorns, feathers, rocks, tree bark, flower blossoms, anthills. You will find yourself noticing these things all over again.

Buy your child a magnifying glass. Very young children understand how to and LOVE to use them. You can usually find inexpensive plastic magnifiers at dollar stores and department stores (like Target) and of course drug stores. A nice glass magnifier has much better definition, but of course, they are breakable.

When they are ready, buy them a camera, and encourage them to use it. I know a five year old boy who has had a Fisher Price Digital camera for over a year, and his photographic observations just simply amaze his parents. It will be exciting to see what it is that your child sees as noteworthy.

Read The Barefoot Boy, By John Greenleaf Whittier. (also posted below.)

Be a child again with all the newness and wonderment attached. You will see their observation skills and curiosity increase exponentially. Their knowledge of the natural world will begin to rival The Barefoot Boy.

The Barefoot Boy

by John Greenleaf Whittier (1807–1892)

BLESSINGS on thee, little man,
Barefoot boy, with cheek of tan!
With thy turned-up pantaloons,
And thy merry whistled tunes;
With thy red lip, redder still
Kissed by strawberries on the hill;
With the sunshine on thy face,
Through thy torn brim’s jaunty grace;
From my heart I give thee joy,—
I was once a barefoot boy!
Prince thou art,—the grown-up man
Only is republican.
Let the million-dollared ride!
Barefoot, trudging at his side,
Thou hast more than he can buy
In the reach of ear and eye,—
Outward sunshine, inward joy:
on thee, barefoot boy!

Oh for boyhood’s painless play,
Sleep that wakes in laughing day,
Health that mocks the doctor’s rules,
Knowledge never learned of schools,
Of the wild bee’s morning chase,
Of the wild-flower’s time and place,
Flight of fowl and habitude
Of the tenants of the wood;
How the tortoise bears his shell,
How the woodchuck digs his cell,
And the ground-mole sinks his well;
How the robin feeds her young,
How the oriole’s nest is hung;
Where the whitest lilies blow,
Where the freshest berries grow,
Where the ground-nut trails its vine,
Where the wood-grape’s clusters shine;
Of the black wasp’s cunning way,
Mason of his walls of clay,
And the architectural plans
Of gray hornet artisans!
For, eschewing books and tasks,
Nature answers all he asks;
Hand in hand with her he walks,
Face to face with her he talks,
Part and parcel of her joy,—
Blessings on the barefoot boy!

Oh for boyhood’s time of June,
Crowding years in one brief moon,
When all things I heard or saw,
Me, their master, waited for.
I was rich in flowers and trees,
Humming-birds and honey-bees;
For my sport the squirrel played,
Plied the snouted mole his spade;
For my taste the blackberry cone
Purpled over hedge and stone;
Laughed the brook for my delight
Through the day and through the night,
Whispering at the garden wall,
Talked with me from fall to fall;
Mine the sand-rimmed pickerel pond,
Mine the walnut slopes beyond,
Mine, on bending orchard trees,
Apples of Hesperides!
Still as my horizon grew,
Larger grew my riches too;
All the world I saw or knew
Seemed a complex Chinese toy,
Fashioned for a barefoot boy!
Oh for festal dainties spread,
Like my bowl of milk and bread;
Pewter spoon and bowl of wood,
On the door-stone, gray and rude!
O’er me, like a regal tent,
Cloudy-ribbed, the sunset bent,
Purple-curtained, fringed with gold,
Looped in many a wind-swung fold;
While for music came the play
Of the pied frogs’ orchestra;
And, to light the noisy choir,
Lit the fly his lamp of fire.
I was monarch: pomp and joy
Waited on the barefoot boy!

Cheerily, then, my little man,
Live and laugh, as boyhood can!
Though the flinty slopes be hard,
Stubble-speared the new-mown sward,
Every morn shall lead thee through
Fresh baptisms of the dew;
Every evening from thy feet
Shall the cool wind kiss the heat:
All too soon these feet must hide
In the prison cells of pride,
Lose the freedom of the sod,
Like a colt’s for work be shod,
Made to treat the mills of toil,
Up and down in ceaseless moil:
Happy if their track be found
Never on forbidden ground;
Happy if they sink not in
Quick and treacherous sands of sin.
Ah! that thou couldst know thy joy,
Ere it passes, barefoot boy!