It’s not summer if I don’t have at least one bug post. Google tells me this caterpillar will probably grow up to be a Western Tussock Moth.
One of the few books I’ve read that deals with what happens in a WWII concentration camp after liberation, Vesper Stamper’s beautifully illustrated book, What the Night Sings, is essential reading for our times.
While touring the Happy Hollow Park and Zoo in San Jose, CA, The Twelve-Year-Old and I spotted a tree with a smattering of feathery pink flowers.…
Regular readers know that I’ve been looking for a copy of Roland T. Bird’s 1944 essay, “Did Brontosaurus ever walk on land?” since 2011, when I had to rely on J.A. Wilson’s second-hand account of it while researching the answer to the pressing question: “Could sauropods swim?” A few weeks ago, I discovered that I could acquire Roland T. Bird’s memoir, Bones for Barnum Brown: Adventures of a Dinosaur Hunter, through the Northern California Interlibrary Loan Service. So of course I did.
That R.O.U.S (rodent of unusual size) is a Capybara, the world’s largest rodent. We spotted him at the Happy Hollow Park and Zoo in San Jose,…
Look who showed up for work today. Related Links: More Wordless Wednesdays on Caterpickles Caterpickles consults the 12-Year-Old: “What is the Mothman?” (Caterpickles)
I got lazy this week so ran my daughter’s plastic (I know) reusable water bottle through the dishwater. It did not survive the experience. (I know.) But it did make for a fabulous opportunity to do a little science (and math — ssh!). Join my daughter and I as we figure out why our plastic water bottle melted in the dishwasher, and by how much.
Even though I suppose it’s really June now. Related Links: More Wordless Wednesdays on Caterpickles
In the spring, a curiosity blogger’s fancy lightly turns to thoughts of dinosaurs. Specifically, the sauropod tracks in Glen Rose, Texas, and whether this will be the summer I get to see them.
Look what my husband spotted poking up out of some bricks. Related Links: More Wordless Wednesdays on Caterpickles