Tuesday, December 24, 2024

Web Log for 12.23.24

One link.

Wokeness Explained

Griper takes issue with Dolly Parton's "Imagination Library," girning that Parton is a "White Savior." A White savior is better than no savior at all and iirc the Partons, whose home base is just a long walk from Cherokee Town, are biracial, but, as this article points out, the griper's real concern seems to be that she's not been invited to manage the program. The author states, without offering detailed evidence, that "woke" gripers are usually job seekers...



Book Review: Time Crystal

Title: Time Crystal

Author: Sara Wright

Date: 2022

ISBN: 978-1-957947-00-6

Quote: "Troubled times are coming."

This is one of those short-stories-as-novelettes that seem hardly worth printing all by themselves, but, as e-books, they can be such a blessing to people who want to get a book report (or a batch of book reviews) written during a bustling holiday season...I didn't order enough books with holly and jingle bells on the covers to review one every day of this month, but there'll be a Christmas story for Christmas Day!

Are troubled times coming? Very. As King Oren meets with some of his peers, in a planetary system made up of an even mix of science fiction and fantasy tropes, their elemental energies run high and a planet barely misses destruction. That's about all I can say without spoiling the plot.

If you like seeing familiar favorite tropes remixed, you will enjoy meeting the earthy, watery, fiery, and airy leaders of the fictional world in which the author has set a series of full-length novels. 

Monday, December 23, 2024

Book Review: A Single Spark

Title: A Single Spark

Author: Tayvia Pierce

Date: 2019

Length: 467 pages

Quote: "My name is Carys...I am not a terrible person, despite what the history books will say."

In this book, which is a Volume 1, there's no reason for the history books to find Carys a terrible person. She's young, privileged, bland, but willing to work, learn, and fight. At the beginning of the story she's the middle of three children and the least spoiled-bratty, which is why her father names her his heir. Older brother Iolyn, 25 when the story begins, is a drinker and fairly useless. Younger sister Rhian, 15, is a bundle of hormones. Carys, 20, takes over the family budget. They all think their mother is dead, but midway through the story she comes back. Carys remains in charge of the budget. 

Because they're rich they're not supposed to go out without guards. Carys's father is old school enough to imagine that young women can be trained to feel snobbish enough to be trusted not to notice that the guards he's picked for them are young men. He is, of course, wrong. When it becomes obvious that the family's money isn't going to be restored, he betroths each daughter to one of the guards. That doesn't go well, either. Both sisters are more interested in a man they meet in a place where they're staying while their father tries to restore his fortune. He's called Ben; he appears to be about 25 and is willing to teach Carys basic self-defense so she can protect Rhian. He and Carys could easily "fall in love," but all is not what it seems in their fairytale kingdom. There's a race of Elves, in the grand Tolkien manner, and then there's a race of human-elf crossbreeds. Ben is one of them. He patronizes human brothels; he doesn't want to fall in love with a human whose life expectancy will be only about a tenth of his. 

But the family's story is not a simple romance written to show how, even when young people want to do the right thing, marry the people their parents choose, and let love follow if it will, Romantic Love tends to mess up that kind of tidy arrangement. Ben's past comes back; Rhian comes home to find him beaten and left for dead on the floor. The girls' mother has her own source of wealth, so the family can afford to continue living as "nobles," but is she trustworthy? Their sad, prematurely aged father...

A review couldn't spoil the ending if it tried. This book has no ending, in the literary sense. It ends on a cliff-hanger. It ends without giving any idea of why people would think Carys is a terrible person.

I received a review copy of this book, months ago. It's not that I didn't appreciate it. It's not that I didn't make several attempts to read it. It's that, for no obvious reason, I'd get somewhere between half and a third of the way through it and Chrome would crash and lose the tab. Well. I finally managed to hold the tab open long enough to read the book, so I'm pretty sure local weather plus Microsoft's idiotic efforts to sell more "updates" and "upgrades" and paid subscription services are to blame, not the e-book itself. I was not always sure about this, but now I am.

Butterfly of the Week: Blue Triangle

This week's butterfly is found in Australia. Scientists call it Graphium choredon; Australians call it the Blue Triangle. Some also call them Bluebottles, after a British species of fly, not butterfly, that shows a similar color. Then there's Peacock, not because they have any resemblance to Europe's Peacock Butterflies (which we'll discuss in a few years; they're pretty) or Peacock Moth but because the actual peacock has blue and green spots on his tail feathers, and Wanderer, because they fly far and fast and high and can travel long distances.


Photo by Peter Rowland. Other clear and informative butterfly photos, and a link to his other work, at https://prpw.com.au/project_category/butterfly/ .

Why choredon? It sounds like one of those names of heroes of Greek literature that were given to so many other Swallowtails, but Google does not find a character in ancient or modern literature with this name. Greek translation sites suggest chorodia, a choir, and chorizo, to separate, which can mean "to separate oneself, to be aloof," which does seem appropriate. It was given this name by the Felders in 1864, so it's too latet to ask them whether the butterfly's tendency to keep to itself was what they had in mind.

The butterfly was known before 1864 but was presumed to be a subspecies of Graphium (then called Papilio) sarpedon. The Felders' argument for recognizing it as a distinct species has been preserved...in Latin.



Photo by Coelacanths. As with many species, this butterfly's color depends considerably on lighting. At some angles to the light the triangle may look white rather than blue.

It is one of the smaller butterflies in the Swallowtail family, with a wingspan only two to two and a half inches, and no "tails" on its hind wings; but it catches the eye. 


Photo by Richard1251, showing that some individuals do show vestigial tails. But only vestigial. 

It is what some scientists call a charismatic species. It inspires artists. For example, in this video its movements have been synchronized to music:


This piece of scientific speculation considers its prospects if some versions of global warming theory turn out to be correct: 


Before considering anything written about "global climate change" this web site remembers that (1) this web site has seen several "climate change" theories come and go, and (2) local warming really is happening, and (3) people who seem emotionally attached to "global climate change" also tend to be attached to unsustainable political ideas that would be unlikely to stop "global climate change" if it happened. But those three facts don't mean that global climate change CAN'T happen. That all theories and theoretical models of "global climate change," so far, have predicted changes that have not happened, does not mean that no change will ever happen. It merely means that we don't know whether local warming effects will aggravate global warming, some day, or offset global cooling. We do know that "cap and trade," "let's just move the pollution somewhere else and say we've fixed the problem here," and similar socialist ploys are very effective ways of aggravating discontent, but not effective ways of reducing local warming. We know that, if we want to reduce local warming's effect on local ecosystems, nothing that can be left for bigger government to do can accomplish as much as twenty private people walking wherever they can. 


Photo by Jamesbenny, who notes that it was taken in March--late summer in Australia. 

Asian sources describe the Blue Triangle as living at lower elevations. This might give US readers the wrong idea. Relative to the towering Himalayas, altitudes below 5000 feet above sea level are considered "fairly low." In the US, any altitude high enough to affect the boiling point of water is called a "higher elevation." These butterflies live in flat land and on some of what might be called big hills or small mountains, not on snow-capped peaks. They fly high, too, usually sailing above the treetops. 

Denis Wilson observed that, in a butterfly garden where more gregarious Graphium macleayanus were feasting on his buddleia bushes, the macleayanus chased the choredon away. They can't physically fight. They can knock each other down, but some butterflies do that in courtship; they are too light to hurt each other. What can they do to drive other butterflies away from food or leks? No human can really know. Possibly they exude scent at each other, finding each other's scents disgusting enough to destroy their appetites.


Blue Triangles are said to smell like camphor, which most insects don't like. Macleayanus may smell even worse.

Though what do humans know? Maybe Graphium macleayanus sell insurance...Right. That was a joke. But the Internet contains sillier ideas about these butterflies. In indigenous Australian tradition butterflies may have been seen as psychopomps because they flew away into the sky, or as symbols of resurrection or reincarnation because they survive metamorphosis, but New Agers and Neo-Pagans who want people to send them money have set up web sites claiming that these butterflies bring love, luck, joy, and all wishes granted. Let's see...do Australians file for divorce? Do they seek treatment for depression? Right.

The various Inaturalist pages, which have collected almost 2000 photos of Blue Triangles (nearly all from Australia), reveal some interesting trivia about the species. While another page noted that the easiest way to photograph male Swallowtails (of most species) in dry country is to find where a large animal's urine is soaking into the ground, Blue Triangles also show an interest in surfaces with a color close to their distinctive color markings.


Photo by Diana_Odonnell.


Photo by Stalaxy.


Photo by Nat_Ko.


Photo by Kknaus.


Photo by Julian3669.


Photo by Renee_A. I'll stop here. There are a lot of these pictures. The butterflies don't seem particularly keen on sweaty or beach-salty human skin, but they do flutter around turquoise-blue clothing, bags, etc. Whether they feel curious about things that seem to match their distinctive color, see them as rivals and want to drive them away, or think they are pretty and admire turquoise-colored objects, the attraction is not an appetite for food. The flowers they pollinate are usually pink or white.


Or, in some cases, pink and white. Photo by Peterwatts165.

They occasionally join mixed flocks but are usually found alone or in pairs. It will be interesting to observe whether prolonged human cultivation of cinnamon trees, expanding their food supply, makes this species more gregarious, in the way large groves of pawpaw trees reportedly make our Zebra Swallowtails more gregarious. Mother butterflies place one egg on a leaf, and caterpillars are found one on a leaf.  

Males and females look similar, although males have furry scent folds on the inside edges of their hind wings. For many Swallowtail species it's possible to say that females have larger wings with less contrasting color, whether this means that females are black while males are yellow, that males are black and red while females are brown and orange...For Graphium choredon it's possible to find photos of couples where one butterfly has bigger wings, or one butterfly has dark brown borders around bluish white triangles while the other has black borders and bright turquoise triangles, or both, or neither. They don't seem to care. They recognize each other by scent.


Photo by Billybaracus. Formal studies don't seem to have been done, but the little chap displaying his scent folds (above) may well be able to smell what the female thinks of him, even through his own scent. 

Courting couples spend some time flying about together before mating back to back. Several people have snapped three or more good clear photos of one pair's courtship flight. This site, with a side view showing just how long the male Blue Triangle's scented hairs can grow, documents that butterflies can mate in the usual animal position. Most don't, since other positions are less likely to damage their wings, but they can.


Blue Triangles are widespread and abundant because they can eat leaves of any of about two dozen plant species. The species was found wild in damp areas. Its host plants, all of which are shrubs and trees in the laurel family, grew wild in damp areas. They originally ate leaves of native trees like brown laurel, blush walnut, wilga, bollywood, and bollygum. The butterflies are content with host plants reared and watered by humans, so they have spread into dry parts of Australia and can become a nuisance on cinnamon trees, avocado trees, or camphor laurels. They are often found in suburban gardens. They seem to be only occasional visitors, not residents, in New Zealand--so far. 

For people who want to rear these butterflies, this site has a fuller list of native Australian host plants:


They seem to have a few other abilities other butterflies lack. Several photos suggest that couples can fly while mating, and one at Inaturalist, showing a butterfly curling itself under as it sips fresh orange juice, suggests that Blue Triangles may be one of the butterfly species that can eat, excrete, and reabsorb nutrients they've excreted all in one slurping session. (Butterflies really don't "poop" but they do excrete some liquid.)

Eggs resemble tiny round white beads, less than a millimetre across. Like other Swallowtail eggs, they're normally laid on the undersides of fresh young leaves.


Photo by Rodedmonds. Rodedmonds, however, also observed a mother butterfly apparently placing about a dozen eggs on the top side of an older, thicker leaf. Something must have gone wrong.

Caterpillars are usually some shade of green, with humped backs and flattened tail ends. Hatchlings are about 1.5 mm long. The green color is mottled with tiny lines and dots of yellow, black, and white. In some individuals the black or white predominates over the green; in some black and yellow predominate and the caterpillar looks brown. 


Photo by Rattyexplores.


Photo by Rattyexplores.


Photo by Megahertzia. 


For Blue Triangles as for other Graphiums, the earliest caterpillar skins have extremely humped backs and several little prickly points that make them less fun for birds to eat. The later caterpillar skins have smaller prickles and an almost conical shape, resembling the pupa, which is usually well camouflaged in green (sometimes brown)/ 


Photo by Nadsyg. Mature caterpillars have a yellow stripe across the hump. This is not the osmeterium, which is stored inside the hump. As the large hump suggests, these caterpillars have large osmeteria. The osmeterium is displayed under stress; making a peaceful, solitary caterpillar "put out its horns" is probably cruel, though some species seem to extrude their osmeteria far more readily than others. 


The inner workings of the osmeterium are in the hump, but, when displayed, the osmeterium protrudes a few segments ahead of the stripe across the hump. Photo by Nicklambert.

Photo by Lianaj. This caterpillar has one of the more complex color patterns sometimes observed, with a yellow or even orange head and a patch of darker color on the front side of its hump, and paler color behind. It had that pattern even on the pale dull skin it has just cast off and is now tidily eating. 

When caterpillars normally live alone and eat their cast-off skins, we know by now what this means for anyone trying to rear butterflies. They are not committed vegetarians. Siblings may tolerate each other or even huddle together to confuse predators, while they have plenty of fresh leaves to eat, but they should be kept one to a cage or sleeve. 

In the context of rearing butterflies, someone on Reddit mentioned a fun fact that apparently some people who try to rear butterflies don't know beforehand. Caterpillars can't drink, and butterflies can't eat. Caterpillars get all their water from the fresh leaves their mouths are adapted to chew up. If the leaves they find are too dry, they can die of thirst beside a dish of water, which is useless to most caterpillars (although a few caterpillars like to go paddling on a hot day). Butterflies, conversely, get all their nutrients--primarily sugar for flying, though they also need mineral salts for successful reproduction, which is why so many males of pollinator species do some composting. They can starve to death beside a piece of fruit if it's not juicy. In the wild state they will go and forage, successfully or not, for what they lack. If kept in a cage they must be supplied with what they need.


Photo by Dustaway.

In about three weeks, the butterfly ecloses.


Photo by Rosemary Robins. 



Photo by Sylvia Felicity Ann Haworth, who snapped eleven recognizable photos of a courting couple of Blue Triangles.

Sunday, December 22, 2024

Web Log for 12.20-21.24

Late again with the links. Microsoft was STEALING time again. 

Ecology 

All the blather about Greenness in the past four years accomplished what, exactly, for one of the rivers that shape the District of Columbia?


Funny

It's the Babylon Bee, but it's only a slight exaggeration of the facts...Sigh. There are so many reason why some people hate one particular African-American. He is too rich, too young, and too clever for some people not to hate. And he has done some things that were annoying...


Right. The position of this web site is: If you think you have a nephew/niece, grandchild, or pet who is much nicer, more interesting, and better looking than Elon Musk is, you're normal. If you think self-driving cars are a bad idea and solar power is still a mess, you might be on the "conservative" side, but this web site has no problem with that. If you hate Elon Musk, you are officially a bitter, lonely, miserable old failure, also known as an Old Poop, and may be subject to vigilante justice in such forms as having your friends' grandchildren sing carols or read poems at you. 

Health 

More sighing. It's not that the human body was not designed to eat mostly plants and digest complex carbohydrates. (You feel full and satisfied by complex carbs because they're full of nutrients and fibre. You feel hungry again in five minutes after eating simple carbs because they burn up fast.) It's true that masses of people are feeling better when they eat high-fat, low-fibre, even "carnivore" diets these days. And why should that be? Why did the McDougall diet, vegan for 29 days of each month, serve so many people so well in the twentieth century, then have people complaining of chronic indigestion, chronic internal bleeding, chronic respiratory disorders, chronic skin inflammations, chronic joint pain, chronic depression, chronic aggravation of disabilities verifiably caused by injuries, after 2009? A "carnivore diet" is a short-term solution to get the level of toxic chemical residues down. The human body is not designed to store toxins from dead animals for five days. That this guy finds it possible to advocate this approach to dietary health is a serious symptom of a collective disease. That disease consists primarily of glyphosate poisoning, though don't forget the neonicotinoids, the paraquat, the glufosinate, the 2,4-D, or the "Let's give it a really silly name so it won't sound as deadly as 2,4-D" quizalofop. If you're still finding it possible to eat a clean, healthy plant-based diet, living amidst miles of wilderness as you undoubtedly do, you're entitled to say the young doctor is full of, well, stored toxins from dead animals that lack the fibrous bulk necessary to allow the intestines to push them out so they just lie inside the body and rot.


Poem

I'm sorry about the bereavement that provoked this poem, but Kim M. Russell's got it.


Shopping

Businesses in Asheville that routinely ship gifts:

Book Review: Christmas Bells Are Ringing

Title: Christmas Bells Are Ringing

Author: Lesley Ann McDaniel

Date: 2015

Quote: "What must it feel like to have a  husband come home bearing botha  cake pop and the perfect Christmas gift? Would she ever get to find out?"

This is a cute, sweet romantic comedy. A young man who comes into the cafe and a young woman who works there want to see each other again, but since they didn't exchange contact information in the cafe, they ask other people about each other. One of his friends tells her that the bag of bells he left in the cafe were gifts for "his ladies." (His ministerial activities include directing a bell choir of old ladies.) One of her friends mentions what "she and Gerald" might be ding. (Are young people called Gerald any more? Is this name only ever used for kittens who make noises that sound like "fitz"?) 

It will all end happily, with the characters realizing that the attraction they feel is mutual. There are other novels in the series. As minor characters in the romances of their friends this couple will presumably draw closer together. By the end they will probably be married. You see these things coming. The question is how accurately the author will portray communication patterns that draw people together and apart and together. In this book I think the author's done well. Fan support did encourage her to keep on writing Christian romantic comedies for the past nine years, at a pace that gave her a chance to give each one a reasonable investment of attention. After reading this one you're likely to go back to the front of the book to order more.

Friday, December 20, 2024

Web Log for 12.19.24

It's a law of nature...if I talk about something I'm going to do, I don't get it done? I told people to wait for this Log at midday, then fell asleep without having clicked the "publish" button...

Activism 

What I find hard to believe is that without drugs an educated, connected young man would have thought of murder as a way to make the point he supposedly wanted to make. I see two possibilities: (1) Mangione was on drugs, or (2) Mangione saw what taking a bullet did for Donald Trump and wanted to do something similar, whether for Brian Thompson, for the United Health Care company, or for the insurance scam industry generally.

\Why would anyone want to make his enemy a victim whom everyone pities, instead of recognizing how wrong his ideas were?

Why would anyone want to risk allowing his enemy to be seen as brave?

If we hate the ideas people promote and enact, don't we want those people to be seen as fools and failures?


Etiquette

The skit writer has a point...


Nevertheless, even in the South, it is rude to have long conversations about personal matters in public. It is rude to chatter if anyone else is waiting. It is not only rude, but unchristian, because it always turns out to be based on the assumption that some people are "more important" than other people. I'm not saying that there aren't slow-moving stores that people visit just to have a good long chat with their friend the bored storekeeper, but when my parents were having a good visit with the storekeeper and other customers came in, they shut it off, stepped away from the counter, and either went home, or walked around while the other customers traded.

Hurricane 

Let's hope the taxes on hurricane-destroyed houses reflect the current value of the property, not the value it had last year...People could, of course, organize a fund to pay the land taxes for badly damaged property. 


Poem 


Songs

Should "creative" people fear that getting a job like everybody else will destroy us like everybody else? I don't think. I think we're hard-wired to have talents, and no-talents are hard-wired not to have talents; this won't change. The jobs didn't destroy the no-talents and won't harm our talents at all. I think doing jobs just like the no-talents will inform our creative work, build empathy and compassion, etc., etc., and also pay for a lot of paint or amplifiers or Internet time. 

But it needs to be understood that we are not like everybody else. No-talents can tell. They resent us. If they have any mechanism for making us feel unappreciated on the job or making us be unappreciated on the job, they'll do it. I think it's a crucial survival skill that we think of anything that's paid by the hour, day, or week as an odd job. Because, if we don't give employers reasons to fire us, it'll only be "We hired you to work on this project, but we've decided not to do this project," or "The workforce has to be reduced," or "You've earned a promotion we can't afford to offer, so if you resign we'll give you a glowing reference." (Of course, if you do resign, it will then be "You're qualified for a more prestigious and/or better paid job, so what's WRONG with you that you wanted this one? Next!")

And understand: if anybody says anything about "rapport" or "collegiality" or "how you fit in with other team members," no-talents are actively working to push you out and your best move is to stand up, say "I don't want to hang around where I'm not appreciated," and start walking, because nothing is ever going to make rapport or collegiality or fitting in with hostile team members possible. I have never seen or heard of a case where that kind of situation ever got better. Hostile team members can be told, "Well, X is doing good work, so it's up to you to fit in with X if you want to keep this job." That works. Otherwise, X's good work is making them look bad and clinging to their resentment gives them a chance to avoid looking bad, so if you had a chance to pull them out of icy water, they'd hate you more than ever. I have seen cases where the resented people left and submarined the company that listened to the resentful people. What was awesome about the Eighties, whatever your opinion of that decade's pop culture may be, was that resented people submarining resentful companies became a cliche in the Eighties.

Business owners who want not to be submarined could dismiss everything they've learned from the Harvard Business School of Perpetuating Discrimination, hire only self-accepting introverts to work on office jobs, score Green points for having everyone work from home nine days out of ten, keep the more talented people, and fire anyone who whines about someone else "not fitting in." But that could cause pain in their bloated, brittle egos, so more of them prefer to rely on public policies that discourage newer, more competitive businesses from competing with bigger, more stagnant ones...primarily by adding expenses with costly licensing fees, inspection fees, organization membership fees, insurance requirements, inflated property values and lease fees, and whatever other expense they can think of. 

One way government  can avoid the hazards of unchecked capitalism by downsizing to the point where it doesn't depend on income from those added expenses. Maybe we should think of the experience of starting a business with an initial investment below $100 as an essential qualification for elective office, just to keep the system clean. 

Book Review: In the Face of Adversity

Title: In the Face of Adversity

Author: Peter Martin

Quote: "His little sister's death had hit him hard."

This is literary fiction, not genre fiction. Literary fiction is allowed to be tragic, to have characters who are as un-dynamic and indecisive as real people and whose stories reach the same discouraging ends as those real people's stories do. 

After Billy's sister dies he's sent home from school for being sick. Walking into his home, he finds his mother in bed with a female friend. She then moves out with her girlfriend. Billy's father is an alcoholic and loses jobs, loses houses, loses furnished rooms. At last he decides to take Billy and move in with his wife and her girlfriend. By morning Billy has lost both parents and his innocence. He never finds his self-esteem again. There may be some hope for Billy, at the end, but he never does become anything remotely like a hero. 

Billy seems to me like today's man all right. Denatured. Sad. Passive. Jealous of a girlfriend, he picks a fight with the other boy at the table with her; he doesn't even see the blow coming as the other boy knocks him down with a broken nose. Feeling hurt when his wife deserts him, he expresses his feelings by getting himself fired from his job. He doesn't talk about his feelings; he is all about his feelings. He only lets himself express anger, but at his angriest he hurts himself more than anyone else. He feels terrible about the fact that nobody loves him. It does not occur to him that this might be because he doesn't love anybody. 

I'll stop before I give away the plot, such as it is. This book is really a novel-length character sketch. It lacks what some consider the essential core of a plot--that a character wants something, sets out to achieve that thing, and, by per own choices, gets or loses what person wants. Billy wants love but, if his waiting for women to make their moves can be called a way of pursuing love, then this story is all about how he fails with no hint of a possibility that he might ever succeed.

There are too many men like Billy in this world. Perhaps reading about him may help women avoid dating them and men avoid being them.

Feline Friday: Day of the Horse Was Last Week

The only prize this web site can afford to give our photo contest winners is sharing the pictures, so please share them everywhere where you think they might interest someone in adopting a shelter pet! Most weeks we do only cats and dogs. This week we have three cats, three dogs, and three horses.

I had planned to do a special Petfinder post for the Day of the Horse, and then another idea came along and I, well, didn't. So. Take Two. Let's find out how the Day of the Horse affected Petfinder's horse rescue page. But first, of course, the cats, and then the dogs. 

For the cats...we've not had a Manx photo contest lately.

The position of this web site is that nobody should encourage the breeding of Manx cats, but once the actual cats have been born, yes, they do make good pets. The birth defects that make up the Manx look are caused by a lethal gene. There are three degrees of mutation with which cats can survive; "Rumpies" have no tails, "Stumpies" have obviously incomplete tails, and the cats that can reproduce successfully have complete but short tails, fore and hind legs about the same length, and broad British-type body frames. (Our Queen Cat Serena, her father, and her grandmother, had the complete tails and broad frames--they can look like big fat cats, from a distance, when they're actually underweight. Serena's great-grandfather had a stump of a tail.) The lethal gene can also cause kittens not to be born at all, not to be born alive...or to be born alive and die painfully, as a result of having incomplete vital organs, when they're a few weeks old. Sometimes they survive with disabilities like blindness, or incontinence. The position of this web site is that breeding Manx cats is somewhere in between deliberately breeding humans with cystic fibrosis and deliberately breeding humans with Downs Syndrome.  

But the cats, the ones who survive, can be quite nice. They tend to have calm, reserved, stereotypically British temperaments and to bond with one human for life. Some don't climb well; some do. Some enjoy chasing thrown toys so much that they can be trained to retrieve their toys and bring them to you for more throwing and chasing. The retrieving and the "one-man cat" behavior cause some to call them "dog cats," or cats for dog people. The out-of-proportion legs, especially when the cats climb, cause others to call them "bear cats." People who adopt Manx cats generally love them. Although they have many little ways of making it clear that they love one person, Manx cats are generally friendly and even-tempered, and some are sociable enough with humans to be good visiting/therapy cats.

Proper Manx cats have short, but very thick and soft, coats that benefit from daily grooming. Crossbreeds can have extra-thick, extra-long hair. Graybelle, the long-haired Manx mix who was our Third Queen, used to "meow" for her coat to be brushed once or twice a day. Even with care that super-dense fur can become messy in the house and inside the cat. If you like the look of a huge mound of fur that you will have to brush every day, however, this could be the cat for you. 

With our usual disclaimers about the pet photo contests being about the pictures and the probability that you might prefer a different animal at the actual shelter, here are our picks of the most adorable photos of adoptable Manx cats in three Eastern States.

Zipcode 10101: Tippy from Nutley


Despite her very "typical" Manx look, Tippy is a crossbreed with a Siamese way of "talking" at humans. She likes to play. She's not social, tolerates other cats but "thinks she's a dog" and wants to own her own human. She is two years old, probably as big as she's going to get (Manx is one of the breeds that often revert to their ancestral size). 

Zipcode 20202: Mira (and Micah) from Flint Hill 


Mira is the pretty-faced, long-haired Stumpie shown above. Micah, at least her half brother, is the buddy she likes to hide behind. Both of them have super-sized coats that make them look much fatter than they are, but it doesn't sound as if they're underfed. They must be adopted as a pair. Born in 2022, they were house pets until their human died. Then they were feral for ten months. They are wary about new humans. I'd take some time to get to know them before offering to adopt them. They might decide they love you, if you proceed slowly and respectfully.

Zipcode 30303: Ozmerelda and Ozadora from Powder Springs


These sisters were the result of crossbreeding a Manx with the other breed that shares a similar mutation, a Japanese Bobtail. However, Ozadora has a short tail and Ozmerelda has a complete one. They're not show quality. Isn't that just a pity and a bleepin' shame. Shelter staff are willing to separate them but it sounds as if Ozadora is accustomed to letting Ozmerelda go first and check out new things and people, and might panic on her own. Both cats have gorgeous glossy black coats; visit their web pages to see them under different lights. 

This web site has often prodded the Georgia shelter photographers about putting homeless animals' best sides forward...well, if you visit the page for all the adoptable Manx cats at the zipcode 30303, you are in for a treat. Nine beautiful cat photos!

Now for the dogs...We've not done poodles lately, either. A poodle person visited the Cat Sanctuary this morning; why not a poodle photo contest? 

Be warned, though: Homeless poodles don't have the cute haircuts of poodles appliqued onto various clothing items during various twentieth century fads. Their curly coats grow long, stringy, and matted. The fancy cuts evolved from the need to cut out hopelessly matted patches. Whether you cut a poodle's hair short all over, cut fancy patterns, or prefer a long-haired shaggy dog, dogs need daily grooming with a fine-toothed flea comb. For a true poodle person this is a great way to relax.

Zipcode 10101: Popular from Brooklyn 


...says he is indeed popular, and so will you be, if you lead this dog home. French Poodles are a medium-size breed. Their American descendants have crossbred with big and small breeds--poodle hair comes on bodies of all sizes. Popular is at the large end of the spectrum, 58 pounds (his other ancestors are thought to have been retrievers). Apart from looks, he's popular because he doesn't bark, walks nicely on a leash, is crate trained and housebroken, makes friends with other dogs, and seems happiest when snuggled up beside a human. Maybe I should have picked a runner-up. This dog doesn't sound likely to spend much time looking for a home.

Zipcode 20202: Sriracha from Chestertown 


Yes. The photo contest winner comes from a horrible HSUS shelter. There are some close runners-up on the general page for poodle-mix dogs near DC. Anyway, Sriracha is said to weigh just twelve pounds--mostly fur. She's one year old and will probably grow a little bigger, but she'll always be a small dog with a quirky mix of poodle and beagle traits. She is full of energy, described as a dog that will wear you out and then snuggle up beside you. 

Zipcode 30303: Lulu from Social Circle 


Her other ancestors are thought to include Shih Tzus. Lulu is a very small poodle mix who likes to snuggle and be held, and even models a pink knitted sweater. If you want the complete spoiled lap dog, Lulu is for you. There's a fantastic mix of poodle-mix dogs on Petfinder's Atlanta page, including some big ones crossbred with retrievers and Irish setters.

And now...horses! Yes, Petfinder still has several horses looking for homes.

Zipcode 10101: Spirit from Quakertown 


All kinds of horses get into rescue situations. There are some race horses and show horses at Petfinder too, but the photo contest winner is an old mare who's not recommended for serious riding. She's recommended as a companion animal for someone who has a field and barn where she can roam around and hang out with you. Horses are social. Spirit is accustomed to hanging out with other mares and geldings (neutered males).

Zipcode 20202: Elle from Waldorf 


This one can be ridden. She's a Thoroughbred, only sixteen years old and in good physical condition. 

Zipcode 30303: Chance from Ellenboro 


Granted, Ellenboro is a long road up from Atlanta, but Petfinder's Atlanta page failed to load, and I wanted to show you one Tennessee Walking Horse in any case. Tennessee Walking Horses are a special breed. They have a gait called the "running walk" that looks like a goose step, but the horse is absorbing all the shock; the human in the saddle always says it's quite comfortable. People who wanted to show off have sipped drinks while riding a horse who was running-walking around a show ring. Chance is said to be a friendly, trustworthy horse who behaved well when rented out by the hour for children to ride. His adoption fee is high because money could still be made by hiring him out that way. The organization also has a mare who's recommended for a companion more than for serious riding, for one-fifth of the cost. 

Can you believe it? Only one more Petfinder post this year! Then we'll go into review mode. Share these pictures far and wide so we can find new ones next year.

Thursday, December 19, 2024

Web Log for 12.18.24

Why have I been writing so slowly, even for me? I've been slightly sluggish, somewhat grumpy, so slow-moving that another normally fast-walking trail buddy abandoned me and went out for pizza last week (I am not making this up), irregular and bleary-eyed. Does a food item need to be removed from the still short "safe" list? No, Pastel-cat has been bleary-eyed, too. It's hard to be positive at a time of year when plants are not growing, but the cats tell me that our Bad Neighbor has been spraying poison with purely evil intentions even after Thanksgiving. Now COVID is circulating again. People have been doing quarantine, and I woke up this morning with no cough, no fever, but telltale hypertension. Wouldn't it be lovely if this year's version of COVID keeps this fool out of circulation all year. He's fat enough that an overnight blood pressure spike could trigger a disabling stroke...

Local people, including the police, appear to think people ought to be able to enforce the law for themselves at night. "If you could set up a camera and get some evidence," the dozy policemen have whined. I have set up a camera, set up a computer that can scan the photo chips on which it stores images, and got some beautiful videos of my House Wrens in action, but only one night photo of a humanlike shape waving a flashlight at the camera. Considering the expense and inconvenience of these cameras, I think the police ought to set them up for any citizen who has trouble with trespassers--humans, or nuisance animals. 

We need a law banning all outdoor spraying of anything the person doing the spraying is not willing to drink.

Animals

If the Feline Friday link-up requires cats to come first every week, here's a cute dog to balance things. This was the Scotch Terrier who inspired thescottiechronicles.blogspot.com:


Possibly a distant relative of the Mop, who is less hysterical than it used to be but will still follow me across the yard if it's outside when I walk past, bouncing and yipping. 

Hoots

I saw a hilarious You Tube commercial for something called #ProLifeMen. It's 

Songs

If a gym teacher says "Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet" to a sluggish student, is he homophobic, or has he been listening to too many of the no-Christian-content "Christmas" carols today's DJs demand?



Seriously, both "Jingle Horse" and "Jingle Bus" have been used as names for missions' and food banks' winter collection drive gimmicks. 

Book Review: The Pryce of Delusion

Title: The Pryce of Delusion

Author: Kari Bovee

Date: 2023

Publisher: Bosque

ISBN: 978-1-947905-22-1

Quote: "The gold, heart-shaped ring...never let me down, and I was never without it."

Arabella Pryce is a successful actress. She gives the credit to a lucky ring her missing father sent her as a souvenir. People have told her she'd be just as good an actress without it; Arabella doesn't want to believe them. 

Then her ring is stolen...and someone threatens her husband. A police detective seems helpful, finding clues that her mother-and-manager stole the ring, but the pieces don't quite fit...

If you like a mystery where nobody dies, you'll like this one. People are in danger but they escape. Even the ring will be found at the end, before Arabella and her husband go out to their next adventure. There's a series about these characters. 

Hemileuca Stonei

Hemileuca stonei is the Hemileuca most likely to look brown, as distinct from drab or reddish, and to have significant amounts of bare chitin uncovered with fur on its body. It is considered closely related to H. grotei and H. (grotei) diana, but has consistent visible differences.


Photo from Flickr.

Living in the desert along the border between Arizona and Sonora, H, stonei has received little attention from humans. Its caterpillars eat leaves of a few Mexican varieties of oak trees. It has no economic significance. It is only occasionally a nuisance.


Photo from Southwestdesertflora.com. Even the host plant of the caterpillars is prickly. This is Quercus emoryi, Emory's oak; young H. stonei also eat Q. oblongifolia, Mexican oak.

Mature caterpillars are blackish gray and may have a conspicuous blue or purple undertone. Younger caterpillars were probably black. Young Hemileuca caterpillars have relatively long, thin, sometimes simple bristles that contain relatively little venom, and try as much as possible to live in a cluster of caterpillars with a sibling on either side. Older caterpillars, who leave the family group as they get too big to feed side by side on one leaf, and eat whole leaves by themselves, have shorter bristles with branching brittle tips. Each tip contains about as much venom as a bee sting and may stick in the skin, oozing venom into the skin, for days. The final caterpillar skin has flattened rosette-shaped bristles on the back, allowing more bristle tips to irritate the skin.


Photo from Rtphill1. 

Most Hemileucas hatch when leaves of their host plant are relatively new and tender, but stonei hatch when oaks are blooming, so their first few meals are oak blossoms (which can look a bit like caterpillars). As the caterpillars grow bigger and tougher they find fewer blossoms and have to gnaw on oak leaves.


Photo by Tom Van Devender. A "mature" stonei caterpillar is smaller than most stingingworms, but it can still sting. The bristles sting mechanically, with no conscious action necessary on the part of the caterpillar. The caterpillars instinctively curl up with all their bristles facing out when they fall, but it's not clear whether their primary motive is to drop onto something and sting it, or just to let their bristles absorb landing shock. All stingingworms are so easy to hate that it's hard for humans to imagine what the animals feel or think, whether they have any idea how nasty they seem to everyone but themselves. 

They spend the hottest part of the year pupating in the fallen leaves under the host trees, where the caterpillars usually place what is described as a loose cocoon, or the foundation for a cocoon, on a few leaves they pull together for shade before they pupate. For silk moths, all the Hemileucas produce very little silk.

Adult moths are most recognizable when they have a dark brown color, but their color can be olive.


Photo by Jmbearce.

Others are charcoal gray:


Photo by Blisowsky.

Though less furry than some Hemileucas, with their little flat heads seldom covered by long hair on the thorax, the bodies often show small patches of bright red, yellow, or orange hair. Males have plumy antennae; females have smooth hairlike ones. (Males apparently use the extra nerve endings on their plumy antennae to trace the subtle scents of females, which humans can't smell.)

Males average a little smaller than females and are more likely to have lighter-colored wings and a tuft of bright-colored fur on the rear end. Females are more likely to be described as black and have black fur on the rear end. Males can be blackish, too, and the tips of their tail ends aren't always much more colorful; the antennae are the reliable sex characteristic. Wingspans are usually more than two inches but not known to be all of three inches.

At https://mothphotographersgroup.msstate.edu/species.php?hodges=7744.5 , Ken Osborne has photos of a typical pair. The female's wings are darker and her wingspan is 62 mm; the male's wingspan is 45 mm. The male's wings are rounder, though, and his body is much longer. After laying her eggs the female's abdominal section, which is used almost entirely for holding eggs, is still broader than the male's but much shorter. 

Like other silk moths, they don't eat or drink after pupating. They fly just long enough to reproduce before they die. Hemileucas spend most of a year, or years, in wingless forms. They can fly for more than a week, but most probably live only a day or two after they get their wings. And when stonei do fly, it's in autumn--September to November, after the hottest weather in their range is over.

So, when the adult moths crawl out of their pupal shells, even as they stretch and expand their crumpled new wings the males are sniffing the air and the females are pumping out their scent. Males fly in the daytime and are often mistaken for butterflies. They fly fast, somewhat erratically, following scents on the wind. Females are uncomfortably full of eggs when they eclose; they may prefer young unmated males, but it's all about unloading eggs and, once a male arrives and offers to help with that task, they don't wait for a better offer. 

The process of preparing eggs for unloading is, however, leisurely for Hemileucas. They send some time snuggling and caressing before and after fertilizing the eggs, and often mate face to face. 


Photo by Ksacco, proving that this pair were so focussed on each other that they didn't even seem to mind that a human hand was curving around them to document how small these members of the "giant" silk moth family really are. Possibly their sensitivity to pheromone scents gave them a clue that they were going to be included in a selfie rather than crushed and eaten. Chemical analysis has not been done for all the Hemileucas, but several Hemileuca scents include traces of fragrances used in soaps and hand lotions...is it possible that Ksacco's hand smelled good to these moths? About half the photos of living stonei online document that, if not positively attracted to humans, these moths can easily be persuaded to perch on at least some humans' hands.

("Do people really spend their time and money analyzing the scents of insects humans don't even smell?" Of course they do. For the bigger Hemileucas that live closer to humans, there has been considerable interest in synthesizing their scents in order either to lure them into traps or to guide them to mate and reproduce as far from humans as possible. But stonei naturally do live in places where few humans choose to be, so we've shown less interest in them.)

After spending about an hour with their mates, females usually spend a quarter to a half hour flying about, even if they had time to find a suitable place to lay eggs before coupling. They lay eggs by ones,  taking time to place each one, usually placing them close together in a roughly ring-shaped cluster around a twig that seems likely to produce the right kind of leaves for their caterpillars.