Spring is in the air

Spring has recently made a dramatic entry, and, as I was taught in the various Shakespeare courses I took at Reed, it manifests as sex and death.

Mating bugs

Ria named this egg Opal, and the other one she found Owen. Both were in the river, the victims of terribly poor nest siting by their mother ducks. 

More mating bugs

Goat on the beach

A crucifixion?