|Silver spotted skipper looking for nectar on a pink sock|
The first week of adventure camp for this summer has already come and gone. I had the usual batch of kids who know little to nothing about the outdoors. They need to be reminded not to throw sticks and stones, not to shout constantly, not to toss the catch nets or twirl them around like batons. Most have never seen a crayfish, though apparently they have eaten lobster, as that’s the first thing they mention when they see a crayfish. They do like to watch the crayfish fight, though.
This past week, in addition to the usual stream denizens, we were visited by several flying insects. A dragonfly of some species perched on someone’s head for a minute or so. A silver-spotted skipper came to perch on someone else’s shoes and socks. Later, I discovered this species likes blue and purple flowers, so I’m thinking it was attracted by those brightly-colored socks.
As always, the kids seem to have a good time, for which I am grateful, and they catch crayfish big and small. This group preferred the tiniest crayfish, while most other groups argue over who’s caught the largest one. We had a few sightings of salamanders, but none made it into my buckets. Before the kids arrived, I fed the local minnows and small fish a few pieces of bread, but this batch of kids was way too impatient to have any luck netting the fish.
I can only hope that somewhere along the way, before too long, that these kids develop a much more nuanced relationship with their environment. Right now, the best I can say is that at least they are enthusiastic once they get outside.