Hitchhiker on the High Line

I planned to write just a quick line or two updating my original post about the High Line after my friend Robin sent me an article about a new breed of cockroach discovered  at the elevated park in lower Manhattan. But then I got a little obsessed thinking about the bugs.

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Cockroaches–during my college years I became way too familiar with the small German ones (Blattella germanica) that thrive in cheap apartments and love honey lemon cough drops and book bindings.  Years later when  I moved to Houston, I met my first American cockroach (Periplaneta americana), big and winged.  Luckily. they usually keep a low profile, preferring to hang out in  warm moist places like basements and sewers–the same cockroaches that New Yorkers are familiar with.

News of the Japanese cockroach (Periplaneta japonica) discovered by an exterminator on the High Line broke in early December.  The kicker to the story about the bug, which probably hitchhiked in on an imported plant, was that it could survive ice and snow, maybe even a New York winter.  Experts were quick to assure the public that the Japanese bug would not physically  be able to mate with its American cousin, which is not cold tolerant, to create a “super” cockroach.

The whole thing made me glad I live in New Mexico.  Never in sixteen years have I seen a cockroach, outside or inside.  Why, I wondered.  Is it too cold, too dry, too high?

Chuck at New Mexico Pest Control was happy to answer my questions and assured me that we do have cockroaches, The one he identified in Santa Fe is the Oriental (Blatta orientalis).  It can survive temperatures down to about thirty degrees and takes refuge in garages and storm sewers, but our cold winters don’t give it a chance to gain much of a foothold.

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Photo Credit gigi_nyc

Last week the High Line was closed after a snowfall until crews had a chance to clear the walkways.  I still like the idea of a winter evening at the park taking in the city lights, but now I would be on the lookout for small six-legged creatures also making their way through the snow.

“We all share the same sky”

So says Babak Tafreshi, the photographer and amateur astronomer from Iran.   Tafreshi was hooked on stargazing the first time he looked through a telescope and saw the moon.  Inspired by Carl Sagan, he founded the World at Night project and posts photos of the night sky behind famous landmarks around the world on his website.

Last week I was talking on the telephone with my dad, who lives four hundred miles away.  I asked if he had seen the full moon and then told him to check out the very bright star next to it–not really a star, but the planet Jupiter.  His view of the pair was over a quiet Denver suburb, mine above  a scattering of houses in the foothills of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains.

In January, and throughout the winter, the most prominent constellation is Orion; the  three bright stars that make up the mythological character’s belt are easy to spot in the southeastern sky.  When I travel this time of year,  I always look overhead and once I locate the great hunter, sword at his side, I feel oriented, at home in the world.

Cow Birds Around the World

Photo Credit:  K. Nixon

Photo Credit: K. Nixon

In response to my post about the egrets I saw from the train window in New Jersey, my sister-in-law, Kelli, wrote to me about the egrets in her neighborhood in the Dominican Republic. When she mentioned that they hang out with the cows and horses, I knew exactly the bird she was talking about.  The first time I remember seeing one was on a family vacation to Louisiana.  We usually headed west to the Rockies so much was new to us on our road trip from Kansas to New Orleans.  Bullfrogs croaked through the night and each bovine had a bird or two hanging out at its side.

The cattle egret (Bubulcus ibis) is native to Africa, but somehow made its way, first, to South America in the 1940s and, then, north to the Caribbean Islands and the United States, where it is now common.  They trail livestock and tractors looking for the insects that get stirred up by the movement.

Smaller and stockier, they are not as elegant as the snowy or great egret (both native to North America), but are entertaining to watch bobbing along beside, or sitting on top of their hosts.

In other languages, as in English, they are generally identified by the company they keep:  cow cranes, elephant birds, rhinoceros egrets.

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Elvis and Nature?

When I started this blog I thought I could cover most things I was interested in writing about under the big umbrella of “nature”.  It turns out Elvis’ birthday is a bit of a challenge.

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Photo Credit: Thomas Hawk via Compfight cc

The infamous jungle room at Graceland was the first thing that came to mind, but animal-print upholstery, green wall-to-ceiling shag carpet, and exotic plants aren’t really the kind of nature I had in mind.

The best I could come up with was this tidbit about Graceland.  Elvis’ parents, Gladys and Vernon, both from rural Mississippi,  moved into the white-columned mansion with him in 1957.  While he was busy redecorating the interior, they planted a vegetable garden and built a chicken coop in the backyard.

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I can just picture the two of them sitting in their lawn chairs, chickens pecking at their feet while the King of Rock-n-Roll  is selecting just the right fabric for ceiling of the billiard room.

Happy Birthday, Elvis!

Hawaii: The Kiawe Tree

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Photo Credit: Rosa Say via Compfight cc

Kiawe trees (Prosopis pallida) like this one on A-Bay Beach are a species of mesquite native to Ecuador and Peru.  Introduced to Hawaii in the 1800s they thrive on the hot and dry, leeward (western and southern) coasts of the islands. I hadn’t been able to identify a similar tree behind the beach until Charlotte filled me in on its name with this note, “very common here in Hawaii with sharp thorns that stick thru your slipper.”

This one is huge; its sprawling and twisted limbs provide shelter and a multitude of perches for the cats.

By P. Nixon

By P. Nixon

A few miles up the road bees pollinate a forest of kiawe trees and produce a white honey that is said to have a “delicate tropical flavor“.  Dave purchased a jar to bring home not knowing it was related to the beach trees.  We were looking forward to trying it on our morning toast along with a cup of Kona coffee, but the sweet paste didn’t pass the scrutiny of airport security and with no time to go back out to the counter to check it, it was confiscated.  Next time . . .

Happy New Year!

Thank you for reading my blog.  I have now written about thirty posts and appreciate your patience with my typos and technical glitches.

I am always glad to receive input and have heard from a few of you in the last couple of weeks.  Charlotte found out the name of the tree that shelters the A-Bay cats.  Robin shared an article about an unexpected and not-so-pleasant visitor to the High Line.  Kelli sent a picture of the egrets that are in her neighborhood in the Dominican Republic.

I’ll be doing followup posts on each in January and look forward to hearing from you in the new year!

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