There will be more to come, but shall we begin with an atypical sublimity?Banana slug, Ariolimax genus,perhaps A. columbianus, Pacific Banana Slug? There are two other species, and differentiating them sounds a bit gross. About 4″ long.These are named for the ripe-banana spotting. Here’s another Ariolimax, munching mushrooms, of which there were plenty.
Tags: mollusca, Oregon, slugs
I have been sighting Peregrine(s) on St. Michael’s tower again regularly. Here at twilight.Another late afternoon instance. The church, two long avenue blocks away, is at the limit of my optics; I really need a good spotting scope for this scene.There are two large roof-top fancy pigeon coops in the area, one that frequently flies to the south of the church tower.Possibly what the falcon is eating.
As survey’s go, this is quite unscientific: during the summer, the curtains are closed all afternoon to keep the long hours of sunlight out.
Tags: birding, birds, Brooklyn, Green-Wood
Or, in birding parlance, the “little brown jobs” and “confusing fall warblers.” The little brown jobs aren’t necessarily all that brown once you get a good look at them, but they are small and flighty. The confusing fall warblers are now in their regular plumage, not their distinctive spring breeding feathers. These are not the hard ones, though.Swamp Sparrow (Melospiza georgiana).Another Swamp, but still in breeding colors. Same day, same spot, by the way, as the previous bird.Song Sparrow (Melospiza melodia).Common Yellowthroat (Geothlypis trichas).A Black-throated Blue (Setophaga caerulescens).Black and White Warbler (Mniotilta varia).The yellow rump of the Yellow-rumped Warbler (Setophaga coronata) is best seen in flight.Palm Warbler (Setophaga palmarum).And finally, the unmistakable golden crown of the Golden-crowned Kinglet (Regulus satrapa). Looks like there’s some ruby in there, too.
Tags: Brooklyn, insects, invertebrates, Sunset Park
This is the design on the back of Newtown Creek Alliance business cards. What the…? Ah, of course. It’s the creek, coming off the East River to divide Queens, on top and to the right, and Brooklyn. The Brooklyn neighborhood of Greenpoint is essentially a peninsula.
To be more specific, it was a marshy creek, long ago, draining off the terminal moraine, but in the 19th and 20th centuries it was bulkheaded, canalized, and heavily industrialized. There are still limited access points and there’s plenty of old poison — Greenpoint is the location of one of the largest underground oil spills in the country — yet life is hardy. Cormorants continued to fly by as we stood on the Kingsland Wildflower Roof. Two-legged critters in the ‘hood are hardy, too: a friend who regularly paddles on the creek reports herons, Osprey, Kingfishers going after life in the tidal waters. We heard a Kestrel while up there (my mouth was full of cookie at the time so I could barely called the visiting British writer’s attention to it.)Here’s the view from that Wildflower Roof looking towards the Digester Eggs of the massive wastewater treatment facility that dominates this end of Greenpoint. That’s our sold waste, lovely euphemism, being digested by bacteria. Go, team bacteria! Bubble, bubble, toil and trouble. The remaining cake of material leftover can be used as fertilizer. And talk about how architecture can enliven the scene.