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Unexpected Guests

When packing up for a short paddling trip in mid-September I noticed a monarch chrysalis on the side of my canoe. I carefully removed it and using masking tape attached it to a wire suspended from my house. Weeks passed and other monarchs matured and emerged but this chrysalis turned very dark, then faded to tan. I eventually brought it inside where it hung on my refrigerator. Why? Because it looked too cool to toss into the garden.

A few weeks ago while packing my lunch for work I noticed dozens if not hundreds of tiny (harmless) parasitoid wasps emerging (I know a few people would not be excited by this discovery at 8:00 in the morning). Before leaving for work I popped the chrysalis into a glass tube to photograph at Prairie Moon Nursery.
During my 30 minute drive another 20-30 wasps emerged. Later that morning I was able to photograph the wasps as more emerged.

I forwarded these photos to the Monarch Joint Venture at the University of Minnesota and Carl Stenoien, a Graduate Research Fellow with The Monarch Lab at UMN was kind enough to reply: “These are probably Pteromalus cassotis, but I can’t be 100% sure without seeing them under a microscope.”

As we well know, monarch butterfly larvae depend exclusively on milkweeds and adults rely on the nectar of other native flowering species. I had never considered the less familiar species that depend on monarchs. How many other species go unseen? Like monarchs they too are in peril due to habitat loss but even a small garden with native plants can do a world of good (especially for these tiny Pteromalus wasps). •

A follow-up from Carl Stenoien: “I received the wasps today (and some were still alive!). They are, indeed, Pteromalus cassotis, a potential specialist on monarchs.”

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Vivid warmth in the ridge winds
today’s distant problems
keep a brisk pace
while Killdeer run ahead
giving away their secrets

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When humid air rests on arms, bare for the first afternoon in half a year,

life begins to happen, and bored eyes begin to re-explore,

the sacred spectacle of time.

(April in the marsh)

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On frac sand


With only 1/100th of 1% remaining, tallgrass and shortgrass prairies are one of the rarest ecosystems on the planet. Once expansive mosaics of interconnected diversity, these biomes extended through most of our midwestern states. Today prairie remnants are small functionally extinct islands of great biodiversity, surrounded by seas of GMO monoculture, development and invasive species.  Despite such precious rarity these prairie “postcard” relics, which survived the plow and pylon, face immense dangers.

Much attention has been directed toward the looming disaster which is Hydraulic Fracturing, but recognition must also be focused on the atrocity which is Frac Sand Mining. The destructive consequences of mining are well known and often too common, including habitat loss, air and water pollution, hazardous dust, excessive carbon emissions, high traffic frequency and noise pollution. These byproducts of mining are not new to our world of endless development and sprawl, but the stakes are higher now than ever before.

The greatest human flaw is a failure to recognize the big picture, an inability to see the interconnectedness of everything. In 1863 a settler could live lightly off of a few acres and would see endless undeveloped land in every direction. Under such low population density the use of natural resources was easily absorbed by the native biome (of course the Native Americans were the best example of sustainable living). As population grew the “settled” spaces began to expand outward. Then the small sections of land started to touch resulting in the need for legal definition and fencing. As agriculture became industrialized the fences were pulled out and the soil was turned under without restraint. Only islands of natural history exist today, usually protected by flooding or shallow top soil. In 2013 a land owner may look at forty acres and say “there are plenty of trees here for birds, I’ll just cut down a few”, though arrogantly fails to look beyond the fence row. On the outside of each boundary may sit thousands of acres, striped, plowed and sterilized by industrial agriculture. Over 150 years the islands of habitat are shrinking in frequency and size. The damage from fragmentation has already been done, but those who worship the winking dollar still want more.

Now new technologies are squeezing profits out of previously considered “useless land”. These ecosystems, once protected from human hands by their pure rugged terrain, survived the plow but are now falling to the blasting fuse and shovel. Remnants of 1/100th of 1%, more endangered than rainforests, are being blasted, dug, stripped and leveled to provide a necessary product for another destructive human practice. Underground, the  concealed pollution and destruction caused by hydraulic fracturing requires a terrestrial travesty that is frac sand mining. Just as before, the industrial need to exploit our native biomes pushes forward, fulled by money, and legalized by filthy political inventions.

Just as it has happened for hundreds of years, the pursuit of profits shows no concern for anything beyond exploitation and wealth. The most disgusting fact of this exploitation is that we now collectively know better. History and validated research have told us that plundering any and every resource from the earth will result in adverse affects. A brief look at the Dust Bowl should be enough to shock every American into a mindset that values environmental protection, but we seem to have poor memory and the advertisements tell us not to worry.

If our society continues to ignore science the push for endless growth will cover us in sand. America will become a vast desert as native ecosystems are carelessly destroyed for meaningless numbers in a bank account, or hollow shares in a company. Only one species on earth makes such irrational and cataclysmic decisions based on the values of imaginary currency. It’s time that we figure out a better way.

On frac sand 131019.001 DB

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On Connections


Despite the destruction of native forests and meadows, irregardless the plunder of prairies and mountain tops, there is a chance of promise ahead. There may be a glimmer if enough minds make the connection. The relationships between all living things are complex and difficult to see. We must make sure that we see, despite all of the distractions which lure us away.

So fallible is human desire, to dream of the new shiny button, to sacrifice such impossible preciousness, for illusions. If only we could collectively look away from the screens and bank account balances, if not forever at least for five minutes. Look instead at a part of the world which we do not understand. Study something that frightens us. Think about the connections, think about the cause and affect of each action.

Pretend you weigh 2 ounces and have traveled two-four-eight hundred miles under your own power, only to find your destination is now a depleted desert of mowed lawns and fields, hundreds of acres wide. Plowed fields, planted root to root, with alien species that harbor no insects. To add an additional level of hazard, the methods used to indiscriminately kill all insects has in addition left every plant, every surface and every spoonful of soil, toxic in some capacity. Diverse flora has been systematically cleared, plowed over, burnt, mowed under by blind ignorance. There is no safe place for you to live, nothing to eat. The only choice is to move on, keep moving, the options are becoming more and more limited. Even in exhausted demise, life energy is wasted as there is no coyote or fox to pass it on. Rather, an unceremonious rot, which no ants or earthworms will remedy. These are the places where life ends. The sterile existence of a modern, capitalist driven society.

The tone is alarming, though I still think there is hope. The time for making connections has never been more urgent.

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