Saturday (con't)
Bill took a posse up to check out Paul's tale and look for sign. While there, Eric found this walking across the road:
In all the years of owning the Ranch and traipsing around, this is the very first Preying Mantis that we have seen. This one is a gravid (pregnant with eggs) female, as you can see by the enlarged abdomen. She will lay an egg sac of foamy material that will harden into an egg case and protect the young. They will hatch in the spring and become voracious predators.
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Note the large mobile head and the large compound eyes. The better to see you with, my dear! They are harmless to handle and quite fascinating. Thank you, Eric. She was let go into the Harding grass across the road from the swings. |
We wondered why it was not green, but a pale yellow. Note how easily the mantis blends into the grass. If she was not on the log, she would be invisible. | ![]() |
Three tarantualas were seen during the first two days. This picture was taken by Allen:
Guy and David went out to test fire Guy's gun. He has a new 12x scope on it, had sighted it in once, wanted to do it again.
Guy at the shooting bench, Winchester .270
The shots are labelled in the order of occurance. The group of 3 (not a bad group!) we felt were a bit to the right, so four clicks brought the 4th shot. We then tweaked it two more clicks to the left and got the 5th shot. We left it alone after that!
Guy, Craig, and David did not go on the Wild Goose-Pig Hunt, but stayed in camp and did something useful: cut up the fallen branch.
We soon had it cut up, with Craig running the large saw, Guy running the small saw, and David playing Brush Monkey (hauling the smaller branches out of the way) and stacking the firewood. The small saw was running badly, and later Guy corrected the problem: the air intake below the air filter was jammed with sawdust and oil. It ran great later.
Alan took off for the Arroyo for fly fishing. He caught about 10 fish, nothing very big but had a great time. He went up to the Blue Hole.
Wonderful picture of the Swimming Hole, looking upstream.
The path down is just out of the picture to the right, down the rock face.
This is the Swimming Hole, viewed from the rock above, before descending to the creek.
Allen estimates the flow at 10 gallons a minute, rather low. The moss was thick.