A long time birder I've been branching out over the years to include a more diverse awareness of nature.

I'm passionate about Bolas Spiders in particular and spend most of my time searching for them and their egg sacs.

Identification help is greatly appreciated....

"A Summer Day....Mary Oliver"

Who made the world?

Who made the swan, the black bear?

Who made the grasshopper?

This grasshopper, I mean---

the one who has flung herself out of the grass,

the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,

who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down

who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.

Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.

Now she snaps her wings open and floats away.

I don't know exactly what a prayer is.

I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down

into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,

how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,

which is what I have been doing all day.

Tell me, what else should I have done?

Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?

Tell me, what is it you plan to do

with your one wild and precious life?