Monday, September 28, 2026

New Book Review: Sons from Afar (Columba Booth)

This is a Sunday book; it contains an evangelical sermon with a major character making a commitment to Christ. It is not connected in any way to Cynthia Voigt's Sons from Afar. (I e-mailed the author about this; she had not been aware of the earlier book with the same name.) After a brief appearance here on a Monday, this review will be reposted on a Sunday, per site policy. 

Title: Sons from Afar 

Author: Columba Booth

Date: 2026

Quote: "God was about to hand us a miracle with this job in California."

When the Browns move to California to work for a church, they meet the Ropers, who aggressively "rope them in" to the Crossing the River  project. A little investigation reveals that the immigrants they're trying to help are illegal. A little more suggests that they're being illegally trafficked. Mrs. Brown, who didn't want to get involved in risky charity projects, soon finds herself in a car chase, leading cartel members into a police trap, while hauling a van load of children to a "safe house." 

I think the ending of this story is too good to be true, but it does give a picture--it'd make a good "moving picture"!--of the complexities of illegal immigration into the United States.The Ropers, who claim to think everyone's entitled to live in the US and spend money lavishly on the migrants in their care, privately refer to these people as "product" they sell. A child found hungry and dirty turns out to be the son of well-off parents, kidnapped by their political enemies. The question of whether to help people cross borders illegally, or help them earn more money where they are, has nothing to do with "race." This novel is obviously fiction but, if it provokes people to look up the facts behind it, it will be an eye opener. 

The title refers to a subplot in which a character whose foster parenting experience didn't end well reconnects with her foster son, and the idea that the risks of things like foster parenting are worth the rewards. 

Butterfly of the Week: Eastern Giant Swallowtail

"Giant Swallowtail" refers to different butterflies in different countries. Jamaica has a Giant Swallowtail that is more gigantic than Heraclides cresphontes. Florida's Giant Swallowtail is, however, the biggest butterfly normally found in the Eastern States. 


Photo by Aabge001, February, Florida. For a long time, the Monarch and the Tiger Swallowtail could claim to be the biggest butterflies most people in the Eastern States would ever see. (They have different shapes, and individuals vary; some Monarchs, including all that I've seen, are bigger than some Tiger Swallowtails, but Google says Tiger Swallowtails hold the records.) The Giant Swallowtail is bigger than either--at least in Florida. 


Photo by Jim at MarylandBiodiversity.com, taken in Maryland, in July. In the twentieth century this species was reported only from Florida and south Texas, but it has now been found in most of North America.



Photos by Terrymortier, Wisconsin.


Photo by Robert Rold, Kentucky.

For a long time it was believed that the Giant Swallowtails that occasionally infest California orange groves were straying H. cresphontes, but the caterpillars look different at some stages and the adults' tail ends look different, so they are now classified as a separate species, H. rumiko. We shall consider the Rumikos, or Western Giants, in their turn. 

Meanwhile, this chart (scroll down as necessary to see the chart) explains the typical minor differences in color markings on cresphontes and rumiko. H. thoas typically has an even wider yellow stripe across the upper forewings. Swallowtails can be variable. It can be hard to tell the species of a living, flapping butterfly. Reportedly the tail ends of the males can be identified by touch, but who wants to touch a butterfly's tail end? (They don't sting but they do stink--or, depending on your species, smell irresistible. People who handle moths and butterflies have been mobbed.)


H. rumiko was identified after the tradition of naming Swallowtails in honor of characters in literature had broken up; it was named after a researcher's wife. H. cresphontes, however, was named early enough for its name to make sense at least as wordplay. Heraclides means descendants of Heracles (the Greek form of the name) or Hercules (the Latin form). Cresphontes was said to be the descendant of that character. Aristodemus and Temenos, his brothers, are also commemorated in the names of Heraclides species. One of the butterflies' favorite food plants is Zanthoxylon clava-herculis, or Hercules' Club. Humans notice them more often on citrus trees, but Zanthoxylon is classified in the citrus family. 

The easiest way to tell the Eastern Giant from the King Swallowtail, H. thoas, in places where both are found, is to inspect their tail segments under a magnifying glass. Traditionally very large black and yellow Swallowtails found in Florida have been presumed to be cresphontes. This is not necessarily always the case. Butterflies get around. Heraclides thoas is normally found further south, but has been found in Florida and Texas. Heraclides cresphontes have strayed up into the Northern States and even Canada. There is a variant form called pennsylvanicus. They also fly as far south as Brazil. 


Photo by Johnslowry, August, Ontario.

It's possible for H. cresphontes to expand its range to places where oranges don't grow because, although they eat orange leaves, they can eat other things. We didn't always know that the caterpillars can survive a few frosts before pupating. Now we do. They can eat the leaves of rue, hops, prickly ash, and a garden plant sometimes called "gas plant." Naturalists reported finding them in Northern States in the nineteenth century, but in the twentieth century the population had retreated into Florida. It appears to be rebounding. 


To believers in some theory of climate change, this looks like evidence. However, climate has not changed all that much. Orange trees aren't growing in Canada. In fact, the butterflies do not require Florida-type temperatures to survive, nor do they depend on orange trees, as we used to think. It seems more likely that a parasite, predator, or pathogen that wiped out the northern, prickly-ash-eating population has ceased (for the moment) to prevent this population from reappearing. The northern population may disappear as quickly as it appeared--even if the greedheads build data centers that cause serious local warming. 

In Florida Heraclides cresphontes flies all year, but it is consistently most abundant in August.

Male wingspans are usually 4 to 5 inches; females' are usually 4.5 to 6". The record is 7.4". Wing markings are usually similar for both, with some differences from thoas that seem to be consistent but not conspicuous. 

Along the southern tier of the United States this species has four generations a year, a generation lasting about 67 days. Wikipedia still affirms the old belief that they are only capable of "overwintering" in Florida or at least the Deep South, but we now know that they adapt into the pennsylvanicus form: Further north they adapt to a four-seasons climate, pupating after a few frosty days and eclosing in spring. Adaptation includes that northern caterpillars grow to a smaller size, and butterflies are likely to be at the small end of their size range too. Giant Swallowtails who have always lived in the North are not necessarily bigger than Monarchs or Tiger Swallowtails, after all. They can still mate with true Giants; their offspring could develop as true Giants if taken back to Florida.


This Massachusetts caterpillar has molted through four previous caterpillar skins and is ready to pupate at just two inches long. Photo from UMass.edu. 

Heraclides cresphontes is found at elevations from sea level to almost 4,000'. 


Photo by J-Stauffer, August, Florida. Like the Atrophaneuras, these big Swallowtails can move their fore and hind wings separately. They fly somewhat slowly, with pauses between wing beats, but strongly. 

Unlike many Swallowtails, males of this species tend to fly into the woods looking for females. Females spend most of their lives looking for host plants for their eggs, like other Swallowtails. In nature their preferred trees grew in forests, but they'll fly through open country and lay eggs on garden plants too. Populations can become established wherever they find enough host plants to start a colony. 

They are pollinators. Favorite flower species include 

"
 Schinus terebinthifolius, Bouggainvillea glabra, Bourreria ovate, Carica papaya, Eupatorium odoratum, Lantana involucrate, Metopium toxiferum, Morinda royoc, Pithecellobium keyense, Lantana camara, Senecio mexicana and perhaps Delonix regia
"

...in Florida. (Quote from Delano Lewis.) In New England, they like

"
purple coneflower (Echinacea purpurea), butterfly weed (Asclepias tuberosa), common and swamp milkweeds (Asclepias syriaca and A. incarnata), joe pye weed (Eutrochium spp.), blackeyed Susan (Rudbeckia hirta), blazing star (Liatris spicata), and summer phlox (Phlox paniculata). Non-natives like butterfly bush (Buddleja davidii), zinnia (Zinnia elegans), and Mexican sunflower (Tithonia rotundifolia) will also attract the adult butterflies.
"

(Quote from UMass.edu.) They are also known to like milkweed and azalea flowers. They may sip at almost any flower once.

Males do, however, do some composting. Here an Eastern Giant Swallowtail joins Eastern Tiger Swallowtails sipping brackish water off a dead animal.


Photo by Richard Orr, Maryland, in May.

At the Reiman Gardens, Heraclides cresphontes also roosted together in same-species groups at night. 



Photo by Bill Bouton, Arkansas. 


Photo by SpecialMoth9897, May, Florida.

The female in a couple is usually bigger, but the most reliable way to identify females is that they lay eggs. If you have a clear photo of the underside, though, or don't mind handling the animals, Giant Swallowtails are big enough that it's possible to see whether an individual has retained "clasper" appendages at his tail end (male) or not (female). With a magnifying glass it's possible to see these features on smaller butterflies too.


Photo by Jeffrey S. Pippen, North Carolina.

Eggs can be more than a millimeter in diameter, and, although the female butterfly usually tries to place one egg on one leaf, she may place several eggs on a leaf if not sure where to find other host plants--so this species annot be foiled simply by planting other trees in between the orange trees. Eggs are whitish when freshly laid, reddish when about to hatch.  


Photo from the University of Florida's FFL Gardens. Eggs and caterpillars are most often found on the top sides of leaves, though not always.

Hatchlings eat the shells from which they emerged. Even before they've done that they seem ready to go into their "Back off or I'll stink at you" display.


Photo by SoCalButterflies (which means it might have been H. rumiko). 

Caterpillars can be over three inches long,, and have long, bright red osmeteria. Their nickname is "Orange Dogs." They can be a nuisance, occasionally even a pest, in orange groves. Warts and markings between the head and the hump can look like tiny faces; the caterpillars are variable and their "face" markings can be quite amusing--or alarming, depending on your point of view. They can look like miniature snakes, dogs, lizards, even alligators. Some individuals have "face" markings on their tail ends as well.


Photo from Enciclovida.mx showing that in addition to the typical Swallowtail humpback, the caterpillars can have wide knob-shaped end segments. Or not.


Caterpillar on hops leaf in Ontario. Photo by N. Zitani.


Photo by Mark Eanes, August, Maryland.


Photo by Kent McFarland, Vermont. 


Photo by Dorian Atchison, April, Florida, when the caterpillar appeared to be aggressively defoliating a small lemon tree. (It was feeling aggressive all right! Note the fully extended osmeterium. This species seem to display their osmeteria freely. The odor is described as sour, pungent, foul, unpleasant, detestable, and like a stinky cat litter box, though recognizably derived from citrus oil.) The trees usually survive their depredations. If stripped in spring, they still bear fruit next winter.


Photo by Christopherswan, September, Ohio. Not related to the horned-devils, this Orange Dog probably wouldn't mind being mistaken for a horned-devil. However, his "horns" subside back into his neck in a few seconds, and none of his little bumps and warts has even a bristle. People who don't mind the odor have been known to stroke and handle these caterpillars. (The caterpillars probably hate that.) Several of his bumps are paired and might look like eyes to a predator, but he's presenting the back of his neck and what is probably as close as a caterpillar can get to shoulders. The face faces down, jaws parallel with legs, directed toward a caterpillar's main interest--food. Caterpillars get no rewards for being pretty or nice. The most repulsive survive.

Photo by Andrew D. Warren, Florida. Siblings don't seem to harm each other in the wild, but here we see them warning each other off their feeding space. At GBIF.org there is also a disturbing picture of caterpillars of different ages left without food in a container, in which the two biggest caterpillars are trampling on the three smallest and threatening the middle-sized one. This species does not seem to develop the instinct to seek safety in numbers before pupation. It's easy to leave captive caterpillars without food, since fifth instar caterpillars eat so much, but it is cruel...especially when they may smell traces of chewed-up food inside a younger cousin. The SoCalButterflies post above confirms that caterpillars who are over an inch long are likely to eat smaller ones,though again that might be more true of rumiko than of cresphontes.

It is possible that Orange Dogs are considered pests, not so much because they reduce the orange harvest (they can, but not all that much) as because they are disgusting to orange harvesters. Like Zebra Swallowtails, they will rub their osmeteria against anyone perceived as an attacker and may spit to raise the squick factor even higher.

People who really hate these caterpillars--admittedly the caterpillars make that easy--have sprayed chemicals on them, with the usual results. Bacillus thuringiensis can kill the caterpillars, painfully, when they are young enough; it's cruel to watch. Methionine, an amino acid thought to be an essential nutrient for humans in its natural form, is being synthesized and tested for toxicity on Orange Dogs. As a guess that will work as well as other attempts to poison the little beasts have done. Most people like the butterflies. If humans think they have too many, they probably have too many. Simple predation is actually good for overpopulated butterflies. No caterpillar has ever evolved resistance to tongs or shears.

But some people, like this Brazilian butterfly fancier, actually keep the caterpillars as pets. The video has captions and some spoken content in Brazilian Portuguese. The captions say that the caterpillar called Poop grew up to be handsome--or pretty--whichever. I'm guessing "handsome" because, as a butterfly, he "adored" his human's face and hand. Male Swallowtails like human sweat and need to drink mineral salts in liquids so that they can mate; females need only find a mate to start offloading eggs. A male would be more likely to stay close to a known source of salty liquid for a few days, a female to flit away as soon as she could.


This is a longer, more sciency video, produced in the US. Nice scenery and fun facts if you want to watch a 45-minute video.


Pupae are about two inches long, grey and tan, camouflaged as short thick sticks.



Photos from garden.org.


Photo by Miscelaineous, May, Texas.

Sunday, September 27, 2026

Web Log for 9.25-26.26

So far today (Friday), when it's been connected to the Internet the laptop has obeyed 5 out of 17 commands given to it without Microsoft programming it to balk and sulk. Sticking to a schedule seems hopeless but this web site will do what it can; we should get Linux soon.

After the "equinoctial" storms last week, we had a few hours of lovely cool sunshine before another drive-by spraying last night. I woke up ill. 

My late father, a radical Christian, used to wish that more Christians would admit that we don't know the tenets of our faith in the way we know what's happening on the physical plane of reality. I want, for the sake of others who may believe as he did, to make that admission. I don't know that there is a benevolent and personal God who "has got the whole world in His hands." At some times I have felt like a favored child of a Heavenly Father. Then again, at some times I feel that it's easier to believe that this world was created by a cosmic principle of Powerful Goodness than that it came to exist by chance, and that's about as far as my faith goes. If and when God wants it to go any farther, God will so indicate, by stifling the sort of people who think all the world's problems would be solved if they could only tell other people how to feel, and stimulating the ones who can do something worthwhile, like guarding the property at night, or contributing amounts of money for purposes that can be discussed in real life, or leaning on our government to demand that total ban on all outdoor spraying of chemicals with formulae other than H2O.

Music 

Mannheim Steamroller...out of season? Maybe. Though the historical facts suggest that Jesus was born around the end of September or beginning of October, so then again...


Bon Jovi.


Lakme.


The Impossibles.

Pet Peeve

It's too late to add this post to the Long & Short Reviews link-up, but the prompt for Wednesday's post was pet peeves.

Long ago I read an otherwise forgettable young adult novel set in an invented world, written (iirc) as a cautionary tale for girls who thought venting anger was "liberated." In the fantasy world characters activated their magical powers by getting so angry they developed hypertensive headaches. They had names based on names from our world plus the suffix "-mad." The main character, Harimad, was a girl travelling alone on some sort of quest. Along the way she met an animal called a peeve, which was indigenous to this invented planet; built like a fat cat, it was about the size of a pig and talked a bit the way a pig might talk, if it could. The peeve was not her pet but when she stopped in towns people saw the animal and, after she'd identified herself, announced her to others as "Harimad and her pet peeve."  

None of the peeves in that novel sounded as much fun to know as the pet cat who owned me at the time, but the idea of a cute, if surly, furry pet peeve has stayed with me ever since. Even after Piers Anthony wrote a novel called Pet Peeve, where the peeve is a sort of parrotlike bird who joins a party of human and humanoid Xanthians on a quest and is always spouting middle school type insults. The cat-pig-peeve animal sounded like a real animal that might have existed, saying things like "feed me." The parrot-peeve sounded more like a computer.programmed to try to annoy people.

In our real world, of course, a pet peeve is something people find annoying enough to grumble about though not annoying enough to do much else about. 

Mine is the way Microsoft's annoyance-ware regularly tells me that the computer or a program running on it "is not responding." Durrrrr..of course it's not "responding." How could it ever "respond" to anything? If anyone lived through the 1980s without being told that machines react and only living creatures can respond, why was that person allowed to write the script for the computers of people who do remember the 1980s?

That's only a peeve, because I seriously want Microsoft brought to heel and forced to stop interfering with other people's computers. Once it's recognized as theft to send to anyone else's computer anything that delays that computer's following its owner's commands, the only situations in which computers will be not processing input will be mechanical failures of magnitudes great enough to distract even word-nerds from caring if the error message is "Yo'puter's dade." Computers can't die because they've never been alive, but we'll be too worried about how much theye're going to cost to care. But as we'll be working offline most of the time, saving data on physicaL storage drives, and not receiving daily annoyances from Microsoft, we'll not be seeing any messages of that kind in most years. 

Book Review: My Cowboy Hero

Title: My Cowboy Hero

Author: Jordyn Duncan

Date: 2023

Publisher: Stone Hill

ISBN: "9781234567890"

Quote: "With over a million followers it's an average stream..."

Madison is a TikTok influencer, studying "marketing" at college at her family's business's expense. She likes going to parties and drinking a lot. At the beginning of this short romance she walks into boyfriend Brian's house to shoot a cooking video and finds Brian hugging someone else. Instantly her social media pages fill up with invitations from other guys.

Jacob is assigned to work with Madison on a school project. At first sight, she thinks he's too eager. Then the hormone tide rolls in and she even becomes a Christian, or thinks she does, to please him.

Can Madison really love anybody, even God? This is a sweet late-teen romance so we don't spend enough time with the characters for me to feel convinced. For the moment, she likes him. It helps her drink and party less, think and study more.Probably her story ends as well as it could end. Jacob, I suspect, could have done better.

Has Petfinder Caved? Rare Censored Dog Breeds

We have been considering a list of dog breeds that some control freaks in England want to render extinct, demanding that dog shows stop admitting them, media suppress pictures of them, and so on. We have found some of those dog breeds, or crossbreeds, up for adoption on Petfinder. Since shelter dogs are not going to be reproducing in any case, the position of this web site has been that adopting these dogs is a good way to see firsthand whether breed characteristics are produced by dysfunctional genes (as with Manx cats and Araucana hens). While we might even agree that some genes should be bred out of the pool, we don't think it's good for control freaks to give them any suggestion that they can dictate to other people which kind of pets to keep. Advise, yes. Warn, yes. But not dictate.

So, moving down our list, I turned to Petfinder for information about the Dandie Dinmont Terrier. This is a small, long-back, stub-legged, long-haired, floppy-eared animal that does need special care from the people who think it is cute enough that they're willing to are for it. Few Americans do, in this case. The Dandie Dinmont Terrier is a regional specialty in Scotland. Elsewhere there seems to be a consensus of opinion that having a terrier who can't be allowed to jump, climb, and dig, which are most terriers' favorite things, defeats the purpose. There was a Dandie Dinmont Terrier Club of America, once, but they've disbanded.


It's hard to imagine this ridiculous little fluffball being kept as a rat catcher in the Cheviot Hills, but so they were. Their dysfunctionally short legs made it easier for these terriers, who stand less than a foot high, to dig into prey animals' burrows. Walter Scott invented a fictional character, Dandie (Scotch for Andrew) Dinmont, based on a real man called James Davidson, who bred and loved these dogs. Scott's novels were bestsellers in the nineteenth century and created a market for Davidson's dogs, six of whom appeared in the novel Guy Mannering under their real names. The dogs were tough for their size and would dig out badgers and even otters, as well as rats and rabbits.

Apart from the obvious continual job of keeping the ears and coat clean, and the dog's difficulty in keeping up with anybody or staying sanitary on a walk, the main problem with Dandie Dinmonts was found to be their long backs. The dogs tend to try to bend their backs as if they were cats; their backs often fail to take the strain. Keeping a DDT alive for its rightful twelve or fifteen years means keeping it indoors, away from steps, and walking it only on flat smooth ground. 

This is generally a healthy breed when people help compensate for its physical peculiarities. It needs brushing and ear cleaning on a daily basis but is not especially prone to genetic diseases. Most owners rate their DDTs good with other children and animals. Most also consider them good watchdogs with a loud big-dog bark. Terriers are not the easiest dogs to train; they need patience. Though small, they can be dangerous to other pets as they aggressively attack other small animals. 

Next on the list comes the Dogue de Bordeaux. At least it's easy to see why this breed is not for everyone. Long-haired terriers look like stuffed toys to humans while having the instincts of miniature wolves. The Bordeaux Dog is one of the huge mastiff breeds. You can look at one and know that, despite their reputation as gentle giants, this dog will not be easy to load in and out of the car, take to the vet, or bathe. A show-quality Dogue weighs at least 100 pounds. And it has a bulldog-like face, too, with all the problems that entails. 


(All photos from the American Kennel Club.)

Genetic problems the Dogue de Bordeaux can inherit include bone and joint defects, susceptibility to cancer, heart disease, epilepsy, and a tendency to swell up, sometimes fatally, when they've eaten the wrong thing. They drool continually, allowing infections to form in their wrinkled faces. For their size they don't seem to have a lot of hair, but they shed a lot each year. They have to be well trained to be manageable at all. Their backs are not especially long, but may be damaged if the dogs are allowed to jump or run up and down stairs. 

They live five or six years, on average. Give or take three years. This means that, if someone does everything right for one of these dogs, it might die while only two years old.

Right. So I'm convinced that people should stop breeding Dogues de Bordeaux. To me it looks as if no dog should have to be that big and that ugly. Nevertheless,  although Petfinder has a page for these dogs (it does not have a page for Dandie Dinmonts), and that page theoretically lists five adoptable dogs in NY and one in DC, Petfinder refuses to open those pages. Maybe the control freaks think that seeing  a picture of a shelter dog up for adoption is going to make people open puppy mills just for the purpose of breeding more animals that look like steroidal bulldogs?

We should never reward control freaks by giving them what they want. I think it would be cruel to breed any more giant bulldogs. However, if for some reason other people want a Dogue de Bordeaux, the AKC page for each breed does have a list of breeders who are informed ab, out lethal genes and are conscientiously not breeding dogs with genetic defects. The best way of doing that is to sterilize purebred dogs with genetic defects and let them be adopted on the sort of terms shelters usually offer. If Petfinder is refusing to help shelters place these dogs, people might want to ask breeders about them. It may be not only more humane to adopt a neutered dog directly from his breeder, but also cheaper.

Moving down the list of dogs the busybodies hate, we come to French Bulldogs. This breed has the same problems American Bulldogs and, to some extent, even Dogues de Bordeaux have, except for the ones caused by being oversized. French Bulldogs are a miniature breed, standing about one foot high and weighing up to 30 pounds. They have the chunky build of American Bulldogs. 

At least Petfinder is not trying to prevent anyone seeing and adopting these dogs. What you need to know about the breed is that they can't swim--their distinctive body shape won't stay afloat when they paddle as all dogs instinctively do--and are genetically vulnerable to bone, heart, eye, and skin diseases. They don't shed much and need brushing only once a week, but their faces need careful cleaning and drying every day. Being small, they usually need only short walks and play sessions to keep fit. They have more trouble breathing in hot or humid weather than most dogs have, and should not be allowed to overexert themselves. They like food treats; you may have to warn people not to give them too many, because overweight will bring out all of those genetic medical issues and will aggravate snoring and flatulence. They like a good game and may do well in size-appropriate dog athletics. 

The cat breed most physically analogous to bulldogs might be Persians, but they're not often found in shelters. If I don't find Persian cats I'll pick Manx. Again. 

Zipcode 10101: Sunny from NYC 


Nobody knows much about Sunny but she has a French Bulldog body shape. 

Zipcode 20202: Porsche from Texas by way of Brookeville


Her other ancestors include Miniature Schnauzers. Porsche is a spring puppy who can give the right family fun and games and snuggles for years to come. 

Vanilla from Connecticut 


Abandoned by humans who suddenly left the US, Vanilla was given to the doorman with instructions to "throw her out." She had a hard time as a stray, not being built for survival, but she's been rescued now. They recommend some of the pricier brands of cat food--Purina Pro Plan not Purina Cat Chow.

Sezar from Fairfax 


Though rescued from what seemed to some people in Fairfax like a bad situation (some people in Fairfax have extremely high standards so it's important to ask them to define these terms), Sezar is said to be a cool, well-mannered cat who gets on well with people and other animals because he's a follower. They would prefer that he go to a home where the humans have experience brushing a long-haired pet every day. Some people in Fairfax can be so adorable. 

Zipcode 30303: Valley 22912 from Cumming 


...has a photo gallery. In some of his photos it's quite clear that he's a dog, but this picture, which made me think "Is it a dog or a piglet?", also made me smile. Valley has more than the usual share of problems for a French Bulldog. He is also deaf. His family will have to protect him from dangers a normal dog would hear and fear, like traffic. Dogs can learn sign language; deaf dogs can learn to do tricks in response to signs just as well as hearing dogs do in response to words. Valley is friendly, loves to play, and can play just a bit rough. He is not recommended to families with small children. He will always need a lot of protection, even from himself. 

Mason from Powder Springs 


He would have had a chance at the prize for best photo of a Persian cat in a shelter near Atlanta even if his hadn't been the only photo of a Persian at in a shelter near Atlanta. Mason is not very snuggly but solicits neck massages. If you are not an emotionally needy person, Mason is a well-mannered low-maintenance cat who might be the pet for you.

Friday, September 25, 2026

Tuesday's Book Review: Second Chance with My Bad Boy Ex

Title: Second Chance with My Bad Boy Ex

Author: Abby Grayson

Date: 2023

Quote: "I can't trust him. I definitely can't trust m heart."

Andrea and Kyle lived together before marriage. While she was hoping for wedding bells, he was sneaking off to self-medicate his PTSD with alcohol. One morning she woke up and found a note saying he "couldn't go on." 

Andrea coped, though she didn't find another man she liked. Kyle tried to drink himself to death but his buddies pushed him into a rehabilitation program, and he's let it work for about a year now. And now Kyle's sister, who is Andrea's best friend, is getting married and insists that they be her maid of honor and best man.

I received an Advance Readers Copy of this e-book before it was published. It was lost somewhere in the computer crashes and power outages. I'm sure Abby Grayson assumed I hated the book. I did think Andrea was a bit too much like the heroines of paperback romances of my youth, describing everyone's clothes like a clothing store catalogue, telling Kyle she was doing fine on her own and then immediately losing her lapdog and crying and carrying on until Kyle's calling her "baby girl" again...but that's a small flaw in a romance novel. I failed to review the book because I didn't schedule it and keep track of it. I'm sorry about that. I'm scheduling better than that now. 

Anyway, here are lots of tears and recriminations and declarations of love, and one perfect kiss at the end, for those who like a sweet oldfashioned romance.

Web Log for 9.24.26

One link. One...I was up and at the computer most of the day, and with Microsoft fighting me at every step I managed to write Monday's butterfly post. I had turned on one thing on my "to listen to" list when I started the post. This week's Petfinder post? But it was already after midnight...

Seriously. It's not the laptop; Libre works well, and those few Chrome pages that stay open when the computer's not online, the history and bookmarks and saved PDF files, work well when the laptop's not connected to the Internet. It's when the laptop is connected that Microsoft spews out spite. There are actual "Push" and "Pester" programs, and others with less obvious names, intended to make people feel that computers with hard drives are obsolete, to feed "the cloud" and justify building the horrible "data centers." 

I counted, this morning. At the time of posting I'd given the computer 17 commands. It had obeyed 5 of those commands without prolonged delays and opposition.

Posts may be few and far between until I get Linux, which should have happened already. Will posts be regular again when I have Linux? Will Linux be able to work better than Microsoft? We shall see...

Music 

Creedence Clearwater Revival.




 

Thursday, September 24, 2026

Web Log for 9.23.26

Outlook is actually blocking some e-mail because there's so much backup, so I'm trying to clear out space there...

Agriculture 

Review of a book that's likely to be worth reading, with a link you can use to order the book.


Cybersecurity 

This is speculation. What I've posted in favor of Shooting Down The Cloud is based on science: Whoever may be running large-scale spy/plagiarism programs on computers, whatever they may choose to do with the information, we do know that programs run on that scale take a LOT of computers that use a LOT of space, energy, and water and generate immediate, substantial local warming. I've focussed on the climate concerns. That doesn't mean we should be unaware of more speculative concerns about who's likely to want to use "cloud" data for what purpose. This is a serious concern, here:


Music 

Tom Petty.


Neil Young.



Aukai. 



Ray Stevens. (A real blast from the past, this one. My siblings and I never tried streaking in public, but we did it at home, as a forbidden and therefore preferred way to dry off after a bath.)


Politics, Applied 

Why Christians' primary question is not even whether Trump is a Christian, but whether we're expecting too much from a flawed mortal.

Wednesday, September 23, 2026

Web Log for 9.22.26

I'm as "all right" as I've been for most of this year. I did other things for most of the day, very little web surfing. Three music links...and I'm launching another blog? Yes. I think there's a need for Fosters-and-Fluff, though I may end up moving it to Blogspot because I'm finding Dreamwidth software less efficient than Blogspot. Between Microsoft's endless-hassle-ware and narcolepsy, I am having trouble maintaining a regular schedule, but things will continue to be posted at all my blogs.

Music 

Deuter.


Andrew Lloyd Webber...the whole thing. Somebody Out There could exercise along with it all through the whole two hours. I'm not claiming to be that person.


Tracy Chapman.

Tuesday, September 22, 2026

Web Log for 9.20-21.26

I didn't find any good links on 9.20.26, that's why. 

Animals 

The New York City animal shelter(s) are so overcrowded they're giving dogs away with Chewy starter subscriptions. For some reason "First prize, one Chewy subscription; second prize, two Chewy subscriptions" is coming to mind, but some people don't mind pushy marketers and NYC is probably where those people live. Anyway, last week I was shown this site for people who want to save the animals who will otherwise be killed. These animals have not been on display for adoption; they've been held in a back room where they've been reacting to stress by not recovering from disease conditions (seriously, ringworm?) fast enough (I mean they don't mention even trying coconut oil on the kitten with ringworm), or just acting stressed out. Some of them hide in the backs of their cages. Some of them growl. They've also acted like lovable pets, under less (to them) horrific circumstances, but there's just a fear that they might growl, or scratch, or bite, and the shelter might be sued if these animals were adopted. 

Some of these animals who might bite are the kind of big dogs whose play bites leave scars that last for years. And they may pull on a leash, and their weight and strength may be enough to drag their human around or, in the case of a small or fragile human, jerk person off per feet. Still, there's a difference between a friendly chomp on the arm and a serious, desperate attack on the eyes or throat.

What got to me was that a cat called Mia sounds like a daughter Serena might have had and never told me about. Seriously. She even looks like Serena. Same coloring, and same temperament. "Don't be soppy! I had a mother, thank you just the same. Let's play a good fast game now. I love you, therefore I chomp you." 

During Serena's chomping phase, which she's outgrown actually, what she got was "Why don't you chomp on a stick?" or "Ouch, that hurt," depending. She learned. (Mia is also recognized as an unusually clever cat.) She is a kindhearted animal, and she's shown that she cares about me; she just instinctively chomped and clawed the way kittens (and cats) do with their siblings and best pals. Humans don't have fur, so instead of a nice scratch or squeeze we feel pain as our thin, brittle skins tear open. If we patiently remind kittens about this, they'll patiently try to play gently. 

Mia's humans, unfortunately, wanted to reproduce so they just dumped their cat at a shelter. She felt bored and left out; she bit her humans' ankles. I pity their child. I wouldn't want to have a baby in a New York flat with Serena, and if I had to choose I'd choose to keep the dependent who's physically related to me--that part makes sense--but I'd find a sympathetic friend for Serena to move in with, if I suddenly had to adopt an infant great-niece.

And because Mia might have bitten or scratched strangers who grabbed her and violated her personal space, she was "sedated for examination" and put on gabapentin while in the shelter. Gabapentin is legitimately used to control painful seizures but Mia wasn't having those; there was just this fear that she might, heavenforbidandfend, defend herself. As Serena or any cat of spirit would do.

Some claim that cats don't have a neurological circuit for "play biting," specifically, but they do have a way to feel the difference between biting down to the bone in fear for their life, and biting hard enough to cause pain as a warning, a punishment, or an invitation to play fighting or chasing games. Most cats will only ever do the harmless warning kind of biting in their lifetimes. Mia has only done the harmless warning kind of biting. Veterinarians and their assistants can't afford to have open wounds on their hands as they move from patient to patient, but for the human who's going to live with a cat, the way to manage this behavior is to push into the bite, pushing the cat's head up and back, which warns the cat that biting is not going to win this fight. So you have a scratch. So you can wash it, apply a mini-Band-Aid if you really want to, and let it heal; it should heal in a day or two. 

Gabapentin works through a different mechanism than carbamazepine, aka Tegretol, the other popular anti-seizure pill for humans, but in humans both are known to cause obsessive thoughts of suicide. Who knows how that reaction feels to a cat. 

Mia didn't warm up to what she undoubtedly perceives as the kidnappers and torturers in the shelter, so she was never even offered to the public for adoption. She got exactly 42 hours with her photo and history displayed on that web page for problem pets who are about to be killed.

By the time this post goes live, Mia will probably be dead.

I couldn't take her, even if someone were paying me to be her foster human. Serena chooses her own friends. She's the perfect hostess with some visiting cats, willing to adopt some kittens, unwilling to bring some of her own friends home or feed some of her own kittens. She might adopt a shy, docile junior female but I can't imagine her welcoming a doppelganger. She has zero tolerance for rival females. Mia is a Queen Cat too. Serena wouldn't have that. 

But because not enough people read the web page that has the inside stories of "pets at risk," somebody in New York City, possibly a reader of this web page who's read all the cat posts and appreciated the sweetness and spiciness of Serena, is going to miss out on the experience of living with her kind of cat. And it's an experience of delight. If you're smart enough to figure out what a sassy, energetic Queen Cat is telling you, you can reasonably congratulate yourself, and also a cat like Serena will love you back in ways normal cats probably don't have the brainpower to think about. 

I've loved Serena from the day she was born. Looking at her face has never failed to brighten my mood. Even though, as a kitten, she used to bite me in a playful affectionate way, and as a big strong cat, she still bares her teeth and lets me feel them if she doesn't want to be groomed or petted. (This is just letting the teeth be felt, not gripping or biting down--a special, gentle warning for her human.) There've been times when I've had to throw something around her and hold her down, when she's been ill, but there's never been a moment when I would have heard a word about doping her.

She's getting old, in cat years. So far she agrees with me that nine cat years, which according to the old saw corresponds to age 63 for humans, is not old enough to stop running, climbing, or anything else one did when one was young. But it doesn't leave her a lot of years. One day I'll probably try to bond with other cats, even other social cats, and think that they're sort of tame and boring.

If you're used to living with a dog or cat and aren't going to panic if an animal who's just had a rabies shot bites you, and you can drive or get someone to drive you to New York City, go here.


You can't commit to adopting them all but you can get a few of them out of the shelter and offer them foster homes, free of charge, possibly with food and vet bills paid for you, while finding their pawmanent/purrmanent homes.

Art 

They don't claim it's easy, but it is possible:.


Music 

Wu Fei.


Bon Jovi.


Tech 

Real Men's Liberation forever! Even though women are capable of learning the skills (though the work is much harder for most of us since most things are built to fit men)...there's something dead sexy about a man who can, alone or with help from a friend, fix things. 

Monday's Book Review: Second Chance with My Secret Crush

Title: Second Chance with My Secret Crush 

Author: Andrea Ocean

Date: 2023

Quote: "I really would like to rediscover my artistic side and find the courage to try again."

That's Amy-for-short-for-Amethyst who works at the cafe in Mermaid Shores, a small town on New England's coast. She paints. She tells herself not to hope for anything when her old school friend Liam,who struck it rich on Lombard Street, comes back to Mermaid Shores and buys the cafe...but we all know she'll be married to a man who can afford to keep an emerging artist as a wife, soon. 

This is a sweet, wholesome romance in which we read a few "I love you"s but don't have to watch any kissing. If the children want to read it,let them.  

Petfinder Post: Microsoft or Petfinder?

It's hard to determine whether Petfinder.com is misbehaving or Microsoft is misbehaving. Anyway, Petfinder has a complex, interactive web site; as of this morning that site was not interacting. There may be a Petfinder post later in the day, or another day.  

Monday, September 21, 2026

Butterfly of the Week: Heraclides Chiansiades

"Who was Chiansiades"? No one was. This week's butterfly is very similar to Heraclides anchisiades so it was given a name that reminds us of anchisiades. 


Photo from INaturalist.

It is common and considered a "species of least concern." Since it's large, with a wingspan typically about four and a half inches, and devours a variety of leaves and fruits in the pepper and citrus families, some people wish it were rare. In a field planted with just one species for the farmers' convenience, insects find it convenient to reproduce like fleas; many species will destroy their host plants and move on.When insects have to travel past things they can't eat to get to more things they can eat, they are better able to maintain a healthy balance with their host plants. 

There are usually now counted as four subspecies: H.c. chiansiades, dospassosi, maroni, and mossi. Maroni used to be listed as a separate species. (Though "Maroni" is a family name, the butterflies were probably named after the Maroni River, near which they were found.) The subspecies correspond roughly to countries on the map, being found in Ecuador, Colombia, Venezuela, and Brazil in that order. Some count specimens of maroni found in French Guiana as maripasoula, a fifth subspecies. 


This one was found in Ecuador, "on the Apuya Road."

All have dark wings with hardly any "swallow tail," white or cream-colored spots on the fore wings, and usually pink spots on the hind wings. This page shows the difference in size and placement of these spots that identify the subspecies:


It is not well documented on the Internet, even on older sites where it's still listed as Papilio chiansiades. Citrus growers claim to know the caterpillars, but have not published photos. Even the female of each subspecies is poorly documented, dismissed at one Brazilian site with, in my free translation, "This species shows little sexual dimorphism. The pink spots on the hind wings are larger than the pale spots on the fore wings of the female, opposite to the male." 

Here is a fine opportunity for South American students to become famous.

Sunday, September 20, 2026

Web Log for 9.18-19.26

Mini-post and some music links, and, at the end, a poem.

Animals


Lens couldn't find a source for this meme; it might be unique to the Mirror. Lens mentioned that similar cormorant pictures were used in articles about how cormorants were the world's most hated birds. (The ones who've not been trained to fish for humans have been known to steal fish from humans.) They can become overcrowded and messy in a hurry, but I like the cormorant's silly grin and the way it can do anything any other large bird can do, only none of it ever quite so well. The cormorant is too heavy to soar when it flies, waddles when it walks, and soaks up water and has to come out to dry when it swims. It can live under water for a few minutes at a time. Somehow, between its permanent grin and its enthusiastic attitude,it looks as if it's having fun anyway.

Technically in their own ornithological "family," because they have some structural features that are unique, are the anhingas. In the South American culture that named this genus it was seen as an unfriendly spirit, a "devil bird." (In the Tupi language it sounds like "a-ying-a"; in English it's "an-HING-ga.") Though not particularly aggressive it probably startled the long-ago swimmer who first gave it that name. Europeans have always seen them as a slightly more attractive kind of cormorant. In Spanish their name is cormoran real, the Royal Cormorant, just as the peacock is pavo real, the Royal Turkey.


Photo from Wikipedia.

Both genera are able to swim, dive, walk, and fly. Their weak point is that, when swimming in pursuit of fish, either diving or swimming too long will allow water to soak in through their feathers. Then the birds feel chilly and come out and stand in the sun, waiting to dry off. While the plain black cormorant gets called things like "old molting crow," the anhinga displays a cape of black and white feathers that look fine even while the bird is wet. Life is not fair. Anyway, what amuses most people, and intimidated the person who named the anhinga, is that while the birds swim, their feathers gradually absorb water, lose air, and allow the birds to swim lower and lower in the water until the whole body is submerged and only the head and neck stick out, periscope style. The necks invariably remind some people of snakes--if one could imagine a snake standing up vertically in deep water. 


Photo from AllAboutBirds.com. Anhingas fly "better" than cormorants--they can really soar, like eagles--and walk even more awkwardly. People who see them flying or perching usually call anhingas elegant, graceful, even magnificent; a newspaper reporter who saw his first one walking headlined the article about the strange bird at the local lake "Is this the world's ugliest bird?" (No; that would be the Great Cormorant.)

Both genera bite if they feel threatened, and the anhinga's heronlike beak can be as dangerous as a heron's. Both are mostly black, with variations in some species; young American anhingas have beige necks and brown bodies; adult males turn dark gray or black, adult females usually stay beige and brown. Both, like other predatory birds, suffered drastic population declines in the mid-twentieth century and are beginning to recover their numbers now. Every few years of the present century someone has reported an American Anhinga or Double-Crested Cormorant straying further north than its range had shrunk to when baby-boomers and our teachers were learning about these things. 

There's a wide variety of cormorants, large and small. Some are adapted to survive at low temperatures and live in cold climates. All four species of anhingas, however, look alike except for color patterns, and live in warm climates, though they've strayed up to New York and Ohio in hot weather. 

Both kinds of birds can also be kept as pets and trained to share fish with humans, though all fish-eating birds, and the considerable mess they leave where they've perched, smell like dead fish. Though not really affectionate (or intelligent) they can learn to come when called and tolerate being handled by their humans. People have eaten anhingas, though nobody's ever claimed that they tasted good.

If you become interested in these birds and share your interest with housemates and neighbors, they may feel relieved and not give you a hard time when you decide to keep a few chickens.

Music 

Wanktones.


Celtic Thunder.



Annie Lennox.


Madness.


Voice Play attempt a Toto song.


John Prine.


Grace Jones.


Bob Dylan. (This song may be an optimistic choice. It still feels like August here.)


Linda Ronstadt.


Exercise music.


Pink. 


Motley Crue.


Al Stewart.


Elton John.


Winston Peters (of Trinidad), the Mighty Gypsy.




Andrew Lloyd Webber.


The Cure.


The Moody Blues.


The Weakerthans.


Poetry 

Another observation about the disposability of the male...