Invasives



Invasive plants, fungi and animals are a perennial bugbear of environmentalists in America. In their efforts to preserve and enhance the biota of North America, they find that these invaders threaten to push out unique species unable to compete with them, often taking advantage of an ecosystem already disrupted by humans.

Dandelion blossoms

The sad fact is that much of the damage done so far is irreversible. Vigorous weeds such as plantain, dandelions, mullein, chicory, Queen Anne’s Lace, kudzu, purple loosestrife as well as a host of others are now too widespread to eliminate.

The chestnut blight, accidentally introduced when Asian chestnuts were brought into the country, killed billions of native chestnuts, forever altering the East Coast ecosystem. Dutch Elm disease wiped out 80 percent of the trees here. As a child, I can remember all elms in my home town, one by one, having the sticker attached, warning the tree was infected. One by one they were all cut down, nearly all gone by the time I graduated high school.

Insects such as the Emerald Ash borer and Hemlock Woolley Adelgid are making inroads on these trees as well, though it’s still up in the air as whether ash trees and hemlocks will go the way of the chestnut and elms.

Birds like the starling were deliberately brought here by individuals apparently homesick for birds from their native lands. The result is 150 million starlings, who hog nesting sites favored by bluebirds and other native species. English or house sparrows, brought over to control a linden tree pest, also compete with native birds, their aggressive behavior often giving them an edge.

Plant invasives were deliberately brought in by bumbling well-meaning humans. Kudzu was introduced as an ornamental as well a high protein plants for cattle to forage on. Instead, without any natural enemies to control it, the kudzu vine went berserk, transforming into the ‘vine that ate the South’.

kudzu vine taking over


Interestingly enough, not all invasives come from other countries, so they don’t need any human help getting a foothold. Virginia Creepers, a vining plant with foliage which turns a garnet red in the fall as well as dusty blue berries favored by birds was for a long time confined to the south.

Virginia Creeper in fall

But over the past 30 years, it has begun appearing here in New Hampshire, its seeds spread by birds, particularly turkeys, by passing through their digestive tracts along with a nice little package of fertilizer. This is a vigorous plant which spreads tendrils up trees and along the ground, quickly dominating the area. I’m constantly pulling the darn stuff up. I like to refer to it as the kudzu of the north.

spreading virginia creeper

A bird which has begun spreading throughout the south from Central and South America is the black-bellied whistling duck.

Black Bellied Whistling Duck

I’m not sure if they quality as invasives, but they’ve not only been expanding into southern states, but there have been confirmed breeding in states such as Illinois and Arkansas, with fringe sighting as far north as Canada. Wikipedia reports their current population as between 1 and 2 million, with indications it is increasing. They often use nest boxes and tree cavities for nesting so there is the potential for them to displace wood ducks though I haven’t found any reports of that yet.

Other animals have been deliberately brought into the US as well, though whether they will ever become invasive is really debatable.

Zebras in California

One surprise is the zebra. A feral herd of zebras live in southern California. These animals are the descendents of a herd once kept by William Randolph Hearst at Hearst Castle as part of a private zoo he had. After financial hard times came during the Great Depression, most of the animals in his zoo were donated to other zoos, but the zebras were turned loose to fend for themselves. There are estimated to be about 120 animals who seem to survive just fine in the southern California climate. Because the population is so small, it’s not likely their numbers will explode to troublesome levels. But you never know.

African oryx in New Mexico

Another import from Africa is the oryx. In the early to mid 1970’s New Mexico Fish and Game brought in 95 captive-bred animals for release on the White Sands Missile Range for big-game hunters. Since the area is very similar to the Kalahari Desert they came from, they did well and their population has expanded to between 3000 and 6000 animals, possibly more (the exact number is unclear).

The concern now is to keep them from expanding beyond the area Fish and Game intended. They eat the same browse as native deer and pronghorn. Their size, between 300 and 500 pounds, along with simitar like horns, makes them a formidible animal, easily outcompeting the much small pronghorn who is a much more delicate 75 to 100 pounds. Limited hunting of about 1500 animals a year is permitted.

Their size keeps some native predators at bay. They’re too big for coyotes. Wolves, existing in small populations in New Mexico, would have a hard time tackling an adult, unless it was ill or aging. Calves might be a better bet. But cougars, weighing at 100 to 200 pounds can take an adult. Reports indicate some of the big cats are in fact willing to tackle oryx. One enterprising cougar is reported to have taken 29 oryx with the animals making up to half of his (or her) diet.

What will the future bring? Given the small size of the zebra herd in California, they are not likely to really expand very much. But the oryx is more likely to succeed and become a permanent part of North America. Kudzu, dandelions and other imports are also here to stay. The environment will eventually reshape around them. And life goes on.

Have a happy September.

Pink Echinacea

End of July?

Where did the month of July go? Not much happened this month, but that hardly justifies the month taking a hike so quickly with August now on the doorstep. The beginning of July was pretty steamy though wildfire smoke coming down from Canada kept the air temperature from soaring into the mid-nineties and roasting us to a turn.

So here’s a few pics taken during the month. A nice little collection of forest fungi and lichens decorating fallen branches.

lichens and fungi on tree branches


A geranium I bought last year has decided to put on another display for this year.

Pink geranium flowers

I’m still doing crochet, a craft I began teaching myself last fall. One of my practice pieces was a funky looking throw blanket made from tail ends of yarn balls from other projects. With over a dozen different yarns in it, I’m not about to pull it all apart to reuse the yarn. I’ll leave it as is. I kinda like it.

funky crochet throw


In crochet, there is what is known at the ‘magic circle’, a way of starting a project which is being done in the round, such as amigurumi yarn toys. I have finally, FINALLY, managed to gain some mastery of it. One of the benefits of this technique is it makes it possible to close the hole at the starting center so your amigurumi won’t have a gap in the top of its head. I’m not adept enough to make cute yarn critters yet, but I did manage to create these disks, which also allowed me to master increasing the size of a project. These are also keepers. I’ll stack on each other to make a small table-top display.

crochet circles

Onward and upwards, as they say.

Have a great August.

Queen Anne's Lace flowers

January 2026

At the beginning of the week, my area finally got a significant amount of snow from the latest storm, about twelve inches in all.

View of snow in back yard

This is currently the view into the back yard, showing very little of the three and half foot tall stone wall with the steps totally obscured and only a dimple showing where I had previously shoveled. A few decades ago this would have been normal, but since global warming and the unstable climate that goes with it, it has been at least three years since we’ve seen this amount of snow in a single snowfall.

Between that and chilly temperatures in the teens and single numbers Fahrenheit, outdoor activities are at a minimum. As I am not a fan of skiing or snowmobiling, I only venture out when I have to for grocery shopping or appointments. So I keep myself busy with indoor projects. Cooking and reading help pass the time, as I wait for more clement weather, but my latest new hobby, crocheting, is taking more and more of my time.

I started teaching myself, thanks to numerous online tutorials, how to crochet last fall. My late mother had knitted but never crocheted, finally being forced to give it up when her arthritis made it too difficult to manipulate the knitting needles. There is still a decent sized stash of yarn from her projects left over, along with a surprising amount of yarn left over from needlepoint projects I have done over the years. Frugality, ingrained in me by my Great Depression Era parents, led me to save any left over yarn, so I have had plenty to practice with, as I’ve been teaching myself.

The learning curve on the different types of stitches, how to hold your hook and yarn, at what tension to hold the yarn, I found a bit tricky at first. But gradually I’ve become accomplished enough to consider myself a competent beginner. There are only a few basic types of stitches in crochet; the chain stitch, the slip stitch, as well as single, double and treble stitches with the infinite variations involving those stitches which go with them. Just to add to the learning curve, it seems they use slightly different terms in the UK as opposed to here in the US. Our single crochet stitch is their double, our double is their treble and so forth.

Granny squares are the first thing one masters, as you can stitch up mass quantities of them, then hitch them all together with slip stitches. It’s also possible to just keep going with a single granny square until you wind up with a good size blanket.

Granny square afghan

I was able to create this throw with just double stitches done in a Granny square pattern working from the center outward.

As what to do with left over skeins, there are any number of small projects you can create with them, such as dishcloths, coasters, pom-poms etc. I chose a large project, a blanket, where I stitch using both mid-size and small left-over balls of yarn until I run out of a particular color, then immediately change to a new color. I try to keep sequential colors more or less compatible but otherwise just keep going. If some yarn seems a little too thin, I double up the yarns (two yarn strands to a hook) which can make stitching a bit tricky but produces an interesting effect.

crochet blanket in progress

As you can see, the blanket is a work in progress and will probably take a while to finish. It is 165 stitches wide, using a half-double crochet stitch. It’s still up in the air on how many rows I will end up doing (to be honest, I haven’t been counting), but I would like it to be comparable to a twin blanket by the time it’s done.

I’ve still a way to go before I try making any clothing, amigurumi figures or any of the more complex looking afghans. So, for now, this should keep me busy until spring at the very least.

That’s all for now. Have a happy February.

Talos, the bronze giant


Greek mythology bursts with all sorts of amazing beings; gods, sorcerers, gorgons, sirens, sea monsters and so forth. One such being is Talos, often referred to as the bronze giant.

Talos, the mythical bronze giant

Thanks to Ray Harryhausen, a Hollywood stop-action animator, the usual view of Talos is as an enormous metal statue come to life, often viewed erroneously as a robot.

Talos’s true nature depends on which Greek legends you read. Far from being a nation-state as it is now, Greece was a diverse collection of kingdoms, called poleis, small city-states which shared a common ethnic heritage but were not united, each having its own rulers as well as iteration of gods, spirits and the afterlife.

Talos was often described as a man of bronze set by the gods to guard Crete from invasion or attacks by pirates. Some tales have him as being forged by the smith-god Hephaestus in His divine furnaces as a statue, not a mechanism then brought mystically to life to serve as Crete’s guardian. The living statue would run three times around the island as part of his duties, throwing huge boulders at trouble makers. Popular views show him as a giant, though legends give no clear indication of his actual size.

But other versions of the myth state that Talos was a living being who was a survivor of the Age of Bronze. Ancient Greeks saw history as a cycle of ages, slowing declining with each subsequent age until the cycle bottoms out with the Age of Iron, which is the one we currently live in.

Greek legend of the Age of Gold

The Age of Gold was the first age, ruled over by Cronus the Titan. It was a time of peace and abundance. The earth provided food without humans having to struggle obtaining it. Hardship of any kind was unknown. Spring was eternal. People lived long healthy lifespans, free of sickness and pain, dying peacefully in their sleep.

Prometheus bringing fire to mortals was alleged to have brought an end to the Age of Gold, leading to the Age of Silver. With the Silver Age, seasons such as summer, winter, and fall came into existence. Humans needed to plant crops and build shelters. Their lifespans, while still long, was shorter than in the Golden Age. Battle among them began appearing. Evidently the god Zeus decided they weren’t honoring Him enough, so He brought an end to them, leading to the Age of Bronze.

In the Age of Bronze, humans were still powerful, but violent and warlike. It was said they were created from ash trees and their appearance was described as brazen, meaning they were metallic or bronze. These beings began building cities, their homes and weapons made of bronze as they themselves were. Talos was said to have a single vein running through his body filled with ichor, a divine form of blood, his only vulnerable point being his ankle which had either a thin membrane of flesh or a bronze nail. The Age of Bronze came to an end when the bronze humans destroyed themselves in a violent cataclysm or, in another version, a vast flood wiped them out. In this latter ending, two humans, Deucalion and his wife Pyrra threw stones over their shoulders, creating a new race of humans.

It’s not clear how Talos himself survived the end of the Age of Bronze into the following Age of Heroes but he was given as a gift either to Europa, a lover of Zeus, or to King Minos the ruler of Crete (again depending on which version of the myth you read). His demise came when Medea, a sorceress, managed to trick him into allowing the nail in his ankle to be removed, causing him to bleed to death.

There’s no account given of what became of his remains. As a living statue, once the life which the god Hephaestus gave him bled out, he would have reverted to mere bronze, presumably getting melted down by locals, a humiliating end for such an awesome creation. On the other hand, if he was a survivor of the Age of Bronze, one wonders if his brazen flesh would have rotted or been palatable for scavengers. A mournful prospect either way.

Now, according to Hesiod, we live in the final age, the Age of Iron, a time of sorrow, cruelty and desolation, where infants are born with gray hair, lies are considered ethical and the gods disrespected, all caused by human venality and corruption. It can certainly seem that way to us, with the endless barrage of evil news from TV newsfeeds, podcasts and YouTube videos hysterically declaring the end is upon us.

But honestly, I find it hard to think that way when I see a beautiful sunset with the setting sun coloring the clouds lavender and gold, a bald eagle flying in the distance, a slender fox galloping through my backyard in search of a meal or those infant spiders that I saw a few months ago congregating on a foxglove plant, preparing to launch themselves into the air, searching for a new life.

Take care, all.

baby spiders on foxglove buds

Adventures in Cooking

February has been a crazy month, with various events prompting me to look more into preparing various food stuffs from scratch rather than buying them from the store. I started with bread last month, finally getting to the point this month where they don’t deflate like a spent balloon in the oven. For those bread loaves less than perfect, I found a use for them as breading for home made stuffing mix. Waste not, want not, as they say. Finally satisfied with the results, I decided to move onto home made saltine crackers.

I’ve been making soup for quite some time now, but what’s soup without a few crackers? I went to the following website: https://www.servedfromscratch.com/saltines-from-scratch/. I used cake flour and since I didn’t have any vegetable oil, I substituted lard. The resulting dough was difficult to work with, especially after leaving it in the fridge overnight like the web-site suggested. Using a rolling pin just didn’t get it as flat as it looked in the pictures, never mind getting the nice, neat squares she showed. After baking them in the oven, this is what I wound up with. Those little suckers would just not compress.

Saltines-first try
My first attempt at home-made saltine crackers

Hmmm, definitely not nice flat crackers! However, they did taste like saltines, and were actually quite good, so I figured I was headed in the right direction. It’s possible the measurements given weren’t quite accurate or maybe using lard instead of oil affected it.

So, I tried a different recipe. This one is from Homemade Saltine Crackers – The Mountain Kitchen . It has fewer ingredients, uses unbleached flour instead of cake flour and doesn’t have the overnight resting time in the fridge which the previous recipe suggested. One ingredient was 7 tablespoons of water, but I found I needed to add a few extra tablespoons to make the dough more workable. The dough ball flattened out much better under the rolling pin. After cutting out roughly square shapes and using a fork to make the classic indents, I basted them with butter and added Celtic Sea salt to the tops. After baking, I achieved the result below.

second try of saltines
Results of the second try at home-make saltines

This effort was much better and had a good flavor. I may experiment with a few more variations before settling on a favorite. Since I only use crackers intermittently, I had run into the problem with store-bought crackers going stale before I used them up. Home baking allows me to make small batches as needed. I haven’t tried assessing the cost of making these but I’m sure it’s more economical than buying the store brand and ending up wasting some because I didn’t use them up quick enough.

Hope this inspires any readers to make their own stab at home cooking.

Have a safe and happy March.

Cooking stuff