Small fliers

 

Recently, I wrote about the difficulty of taking a picture of a Spring Azure in flight. The motivation was to capture the lovely blue upper wings that become apparent during flight. However, capturing a close image of any insect in flight is not easy. Here are a few recent successful flight shots of fellow lakeside inhabitants. 

I start with a shot of the Spring Azure as it flies toward a group of lilac buds.

Also a challenge was a Bombylius major as if flies toward a group of forget-me-nots. The bombylius is a springtime flier that mimics a bumble bee as a way of avoiding being eaten by birds.

The Drone Fly is so named because it mimics the drone of the honeybee. Indeed, this guise has not only confused birds, but for millennia, it has confused humans. Here it is flying between dandelions. 

This is the European Paper Wasp, an invasive species that has been in our area for about a decade. It is easily identified in flight by the fact that it leaves its hind legs dangling. 

This grub is certainly up in the air, but it soon went flying for real, but inside the Chestnut-backed Chickadee.

A wasp with a fearsome reputation is the Bald-faced Hornet. I have found that if I merely watch, but don’t challenge, it, I can take whatever pictures I wish.

This may look somewhat like a Bald-faced Hornet, but it is an innocuous female Pied Hover Fly (Scaeva pyrastri). Its markings are clearly another attempt to persuade birds that it is far more deadly than it really is.

My most detailed shot of a small flier is of a male Pied Hover Fly. It is one of those pictures that one probably could not set out to take, but might capture inadvertently.

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Red-naped Sapsucker

 

As I look through my old pictures, I realize that I only see a sapsucker every couple of years or so. Consequently, yesterday’s sighting was fun. Actually, it started with two of them sitting on a branch, but one promptly flew.

The bird that remained on the branch appears to be a female Red-naped Sapsucker.

“Our bestiary tells us that humans are confined to the ground so that we can look down upon them.”

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Rufous Hummingbird

 

Folks to the north and south of me have already seen their first hummingbirds of the year. Indeed, for the last week, I too have seen some, but this is the first one I managed to photograph. 

A male Rufous Hummingbird arrives at my home.

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Crane Fly mating

 

As I wander about the yard watching the progress of spring, I ofttimes have seen the frenetic flight of Giant Crane Flies, but my photographic skills were not able to match their rapidity. 

I managed a picture of one last year, which enabled a discussion of its gyro stabilization. So far this year, nothing seemed to slow them — nothing, that is, until two of them settled down together.

Giant Crane Flies mate. The female is on the upper right.

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Sunrise

 

I was admiring a picture that Derek Kite had taken from high on a ridge above the West Arm. It showed the sunrise over the distant Purcell Range. I wondered if I could capture a similar moment and went out early this morning to try. 

The picture I obtained is characterized by colour and tranquility. However, also seen are a bit of the Main Lake, the Harrop Ferry, and (near the shore in the middle left) the disturbed water that has resulted from katabatic winds.

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Fairy Slippers

 

The bee knows. 

Yesterday in my yard, I saw pollinia on the thorax of a bumble bee. As far as I know, the only flowers around here that produce these pollen packets are orchids, and the wild orchid that is earliest to appear is the Fairy Slipper (Calypso bulbosa).

This morning I visited my favourite viewing spot (two kilometres away as the bee flies), and there they were — dozens of them. They were about three weeks earlier than I have noticed them before. (Two of this morning’s pictures, below.)

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Packing pollen

 

Bumble Bees collect nectar (to feed their own activities and make honey) and pollen (to feed their youngins). The nectar is carried back to the hive in the honey sack, and, normally, the pollen is carried on the bumble bee’s hind legs in what is referred to as the pollen baskets. 

In this view of a Bombus bifarius, the two large orange globs of pollen on the hind legs (upper left) are obvious. What is not as striking are the two yellow pollinia on the back of the bee’s thorax. 

The pollinia are also made of pollen, but rather than being a diffuse powder, each is a packet of pollen from a single floral anther that the flower glues to the back of the bee.

As far as I know, the only flowers that produce pollinia around here are wild orchids. Consequently, the presence of pollinia on this bumble bee suggests that there are already wild orchids in local woods. I shall look for them. My guess is that the orchids would be Fairy Slippers, and I know just were to look, despite it being somewhat early.

This is the first time that I have seen a bumble bee both with its pollen baskets full and pollinia on its back.

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Robbing and looting

 

Flowers produce nectar for one reason: to entice insects to brush against their reproductive organs and, in doing so, to transfer pollen from one flower to the next. To accomplish this, flowers are structured such that the insect must pass the anthers and stigma to reach the nectary (where the nectar is produced). That is the contract: insects pay for the nectar by providing pollination (see Nectar robbers).

This system works for the benefit of both flowers and insects. It works, that is, until the coming of larcenists. These break-and-enter specialists bypass pollination and just steal the nectar. The only local nectar robbers I have spotted are wasps, but it seems that butterflies are happy to loot. 

A (Forest?) Yellow Jacket has a shorter tongue than a bee or fly and so cannot reach the nectar through the flower’s opening, so just chews its way in. By not upholding its side of the contract, it is robbing the flower.

Along comes a looter. A Comma butterfly searching for nectar discovers that the easiest access to nectar is provided by the opening chewed by the wasp.

As this unfolded, my favourite view was of the Comma extending its proboscis as it searches for access to nectar.

 

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Western Spring Azure

 

It has become a spring tradition to try to get a shot of the Western Spring Azure in flight. The blue colour is only apparent when the butterfly’s wings are open, and generally that is when it is flying. But, the butterfly is small (about 29 mm wingspan) and it is a fast flier, making such a shot difficult. Most years I fail.  

When resting, the spring azure folds its wings to show a mottled grey camouflage on the underside.

Only rarely when it is resting will it open its wings to reveal the colour.

Typically, one only sees the colour as a tiny patch of blue shoots past.

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Signs, take two

 

 

Two days ago, when I posted pictures of two municipal signs, I mentioned a dictionary and so hinted that my concern was linguistic. Many people found the designs of the signs to be the thing of primary interest.

My take on the designs is that, in part, they are intended to serve different functions. Rossland’s seems directed at locals as it announces municipal events. Nelson’s sign (top image) seems directed at tourists by lending gravitas to Baker Street.

However, I believe that each design rather nicely speaks of its town’s history.

Consider Nelson’s. The use of bricks speaks of an early municipal decision to reduce the number of burning buildings by requiring masonry construction. The columns mimic those in the Mara-Barnard Block (second image), built in 1897 (421-31 Baker St.). And the sign’s other decorations reflect early building ornamentation. Thought was put into this.

Although Rossland’s sign (third image) is very different, it too speaks of the city’s past: one of wood and iron. My family lived in Rossland from 1896 until 1979. During my childhood, there were still wooden mining buildings on the mountainside, and long railway trestles across ravines. Iron rails, wheels, spikes and equipment were still strewn on the slopes. One rather nice touch on the sign is the use of an iron finial to suggest the city’s iconic mountain skyline.

The point of iron and wood is underscored with a picture (fourth image) taken by my grandfather, Oswald Bisson, about the year, 1900. It shows a railway trestle, which looks largely of wood, but then think about the rails, spikes and all those bolts. The trestle was still there when I was a small child and once I scared myself thoroughly by trying to walk across it.

 

However, the distinction I was trying to make with my previous posting was about the way the two cities chose to speak of history. The word, history, has two adjectival forms: historic and historical. They have different meanings, meanings that have persisted in the language for about 250 years. 

It is not unusual for a noun to spawn multiple adjectives which emphasize different aspects. Consider child. It spun off childlike (innocence and curiosity) and childish (immature and silly). Or think of simple, which produced simplify (reduced to its essence) and simplistic (stripped of its essence). 

In like manner, historical and historic have different meanings.

Historical means of, or concerned with, history. An old thing, when discussed as such, is historical. By using, historical, Rossland was emphasizing the older aspects of the city as distinct from, say, its concrete sidewalks (they used to be wooden), or its Wi-Fi stations.

Historic means famous or renowned in history. Within the Canadian context, the Plains of Abraham (1759) are historic; Mackenzie’s arrival at Bella Coola (1793) is historic; Confederation (1867) is historic; Craigellachie (1885) is historic; Quebec referendums (1980, 1995) are historic; yesterday’s Supreme Court ruling on Métis’ rights is historic (2016).

Historic does not mean: we are proud of the job we did in restoring our buildings. 

One measure of something being historic is how widely it is taught and discussed (paid promoters don’t count in such a tally). Are school children in Ontario taught about the historic significance of Baker Street? Well no, not even Nelson’s children are. 

Rossland, with historical, got it right; Nelson, with historic, got it wrong.

Should anyone care about how we present ourselves? Maybe most do not — but I do.

Nelson has so much going for it: a beautiful setting betwixt mountains and lake (fifth image); a vibrant cultural scene (sixth image); abundant nature (seventh image); and interesting historical architecture (last image).

Nelson should not feel the need to present itself as something it is not: historic.

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