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Before heading onto the boardwalk of Magee Marsh Ron and I made a pit-stop at the gift shop area. Because hours are spent walking the boardwalk, taking pictures and observing birds I made a trip to the porta-potty while Ron headed to the gift shop. The difference, this year I was prepared for the porta-potty challenge, at least I thought I was.
Last year I pulled out a sheet of toilet paper and notice a “shadow” on it, and turning it over discovered a huge black bug on the backside that scared the crap out of me (well, not literally), causing me to throw the toilet paper on the floor. This year I pulled out a strip of paper and checked it over very carefully. I was happy to find it bug-free. I then watched a small spider come down from the ceiling and land on my purse, which I had carefully hung on the sanitizer dispenser. Of course the dropping of the spider led me to look up, where I spotted a large spider on the ceiling. Does the Magee Marsh porta-potty dislike me? Can’t I use it without a bug problem coming up? Apparently not. The sacrifices of a photographer who needs to utilize the facilities before heading out to capture some bird shots.
I exit the porta-potty and enter to gift-shop where my husband, Ron, had gone. He is standing in the check-out line when he sees me come in the door and immediately says “would you like a T-Shirt?”
He is purchasing a large poster and a T-shirt. Where does he plan to put the poster? We have no available wall space left. His answer “I’ll take something down.”
Great! I wonder what item gets demoted for the promotion of poster showing the various types of Warblers. Time will tell, because he’ll have to get it framed first. Now the T-shirt, whenever I see a new one of those come into the house or in his hands to purchase I just laugh. Why? Because the man could probably wear a different T-shirt for the next 90-120 days before having to do laundry. Granted a few of them may be showing their wear, have paint on them or a few holes, but for the most part they are good, nothing wrong with them T-shirts from various places and festivities. However, we would not want him to feel deprived of a Bird Week shirt from Magee Marsh, so the purchase was made.
Magee Marsh is located in Ohio and is a great place for photographers and bird watchers. It is where Warblers gather each spring before flying over Lake Erie on their migration north in the spring. Unfortunately we were a bit early and there weren’t many birds at the location yet. It was a nice, warm day on the boardwalk, and if you look around you can usually find things to photograph, such as moss growing on a log, or a turtle sunning himself in the sun.
There are two kinds of people you find at the Marsh this time of year. The photographers, like Ron and I, with our camera’s and large lenses to capture photographs or the true bird watchers who are carrying bird books, check lists, and binoculars. Both are friendly groups, so a nice mixture to share space with.
About half way around the marsh my bad ankle started causing me problems, with pain shooting from the ankle up to the knee. We were almost at the end when my wonderful husband did his best to take my mind off the sore, swollen and throbbing ankle. As I was standing with my back to him, sore foot off the ground and one hand holding the boardwalk rail for balance, Ron swung his camera around to take a photograph of a bird up in a tree. Sounds simple and uneventful, doesn’t it? Only one glitch, in the process he clobbers me in the back of the head with his 150-500mm lens, I hear an “oops” and he is off and shooting. Luckily the head only hurt for a few minutes after I hobbled my way to the end of the boardwalk and sat down on a bench to wait for him to finish.
We get in the car, and as we start to roll down the long exit road from the Marsh I look at him and say “For future reference, hitting me in the back of the head with your camera lens did not draw my attention away from my sore ankle.”
Ron has it duly noted, but makes no guarantees it won’t happen again. Such is life with a photographer, the shot must come first, but as I am also a photographer I understand the process.
Photographs by Grace Grogan are available for sale on Fine Art America.
Our Master Bath has special guests that come for a short visit every spring and every fall. They must not like weather change because they arrive when the temperature warms slightly, then again when the temperature turns cold. They must eventually adjust to the change because their stay is generally short, only a week or two, and then they disappear until the next season.
What we can’t figure out is where the flies come from. They just suddenly appear and generally stay up on the ceiling or near the lights. An occasional visitor may be seen near the sink or floor, but not often. They only come in small groups of three to six at a time, and seem to be lacking in energy. They don’t fly around, normally just sit on the ceiling or wall. We rarely find a dead one anywhere, they just suddenly disappear one day and don’t return until the following spring or summer.
What attracts the flies to our master bath? They do not appear anywhere else in the house. What is even more bizarre is we always leave the door to our bedroom and our closet open and the bath is right between them, but the flies are never seen in either of those rooms. What we have is the bathroom fly mystery. Where do they come from? Where to they go? We may never know.
This is a Blog Bonus – a posting that is not on my normal schedule, a little something extra. In my last post They’re Back I talked about the return of the spiders to my front porch, something I am not thrilled with. My 3-year old grandson, Corbin and 8-year old grandson, Austin, seem to view the event differently. Corbin thought they were spiderman, and Austin thought I had a “cute little spider” and they both stood on the porch the other night when the spiders were out and said goodbye to the spiders before leaving. Guess it is all in perspective. I would love to say goodbye to the spiders, but on a permanent basis and it would be them leaving, not me.
It keeps you on your toes when things are constantly changing. A couple weeks ago I noticed they started appearing again, just a few, but the number has grown and their size has grown, and unfortunately they have returned, but I don’t really understand why that would happen now.
Back in June I wrote a post Where Have All the Spiders Gone? about the spiders that have taken up residency on my front porch every spring since our move here in 2004. This year for some reason they never arrived. They weren’t putting forth an appearance every evening on the sides and ceiling of my front porch, and we didn’t have to worry about walking through a web if we arrived home after dark and the front light wasn’t on. Over the course of the summer I enjoyed not having them here. I could sit out on the porch reading in the evening and not have to worry about them stringing webs above my head if I read past dusk. It was wonderful, until now.
They are back! Why would they come back in mid September? Don’t they know fall is here, that the temperatures are going to get colder? Do they have to cover my porch with their webs now, after all this time? Don’t they know I have grown accustomed to their absence? Could I be so lucky as to have a frost this fall kill them all off once and for all?
I really shouldn’t complain, after all they stay outside. In all these years I have never had a problem with them invading the inside of the house. I don’t have a problem with mosquitoes, most likely thanks to spider consumption. Maybe they have done me a favor. I used to be the type of person that would freak at the sight of a microscopic sized spider, now I can walk in with them all over the porch and not go into a state of panic. That isn’t to say I don’t try to come in as quickly as possible to prevent the possibility of one landing on me, but I am able to walk calmly into the house without looking like I’m trying to escape a mass murder. In fact I have grown to enjoy the comical, panicky entrance of those who are freaked out by them. That still does nothing to satisfy the questions that now perplex me.
My mind is even more curious than it was a few months ago. Why were they here for nine years beginning in the spring and staying through fall, then this spring never arrived? Where have they been all summer? Why are they suddenly making their appearance now? Will they be back next spring? The great spider mystery, it just adds to the craziness. I think it may become a cold case, never to be resolved.
It isn’t that I miss them, and I really don’t care if they never return, but I am curious. We moved into our home ten years ago, and for the past nine summers as soon as it got warm the spiders took over the front porch. At dusk they would suddenly appear, building webs, sitting on the siding of the house, lurking on the ceiling of the porch. Then come morning they would be gone, leaving only their webs to show of their prior nights invasion until they reappeared again that evening.
I am not favorable to spiders so it took some adjusting to the fact that if you arrived home after dusk you were walking up onto a porch with lots of spiders on it. If we forgot to turn on the porch light and came home after dark it was worse because then you couldn’t see where they were. One night that happened and I was first to the front door. When I opened the screen door I felt a web go across my head. I hurried into the house, flipped on the lights, was doing the wild karate hair shuffle with my hands while saying to my husband, Ron, “Is there a spider in my hair?”.
Being a typical man, he remains on the front porch, looking around and says “There are a lot of spiders out here.”
“I don’t care what is on the porch, is there one in my hair!”
Ron enters the house calmly, looks at my hair and replies “no.”
Whew! That moment of panic when I didn’t know if I was wearing one of the darn things ended with one simple word.
This summer is strange. There are no spiders on our front porch. They should certainly be there by now, and after all these years I assumed they were permanent residents. So here we are in our tenth summer in the house and I am wondering what happened to the spiders. Did the bitter cold winter freeze them out? Will they suddenly realize summer has arrived and do a late invasion? Will we be given a summer of reprieve and then be invaded again next year? Only time will tell, but for now I am happy that I can walk across my front porch in the dark, or sit on it reading until dusk, without having to worry about whether a spider is happily building its web above my head or across my front door. I must admit, as adverse as I am to spiders, I continue to look at my front porch every day and wonder “Where have all the spiders gone?”