
All Things Oregon – Rabbits Pt. II
Last week we learned about jackrabbits and hares, this week it’s all about the bunnies! Oregon has four rabbit species: Mountain and eastern cottontails, brush rabbits and pygmy rabbits.

Last week we learned about jackrabbits and hares, this week it’s all about the bunnies! Oregon has four rabbit species: Mountain and eastern cottontails, brush rabbits and pygmy rabbits.

Every spring when I was growing up, Mother would declare it was time for a hike to see the wildflowers in the nearby San Miguel Canyon at the base of Mount Diablo.

Getting up at midnight to set off on a 2-day excursion makes going to bed hardly worthwhile, but the nature of the excursion can make disruption of our customary way of doing things seem less than trivial.

This week we’re going to go on a crawly egg hunt! Anyone can find a brightly colored Easter Egg (okay, unless they have an uncle like mine who put a silver dollar in a blue plastic egg then dropped it into the swimming pool), but we’re going hunting for arthropod eggs!

As The Great Egg Hunt Weekend approaches and I look forward to (and back on) photos of our wee area tykes running across perfectly manicured lawns snatching up brightly colored plastic eggs and I am reminded that the egg hunts of my childhood were very much…not that.

Commentary by Wayne Lee For me, getting old sucks. There is just no other way to put it. The older I get, the more my body begins to break down and cause me issues I never previously had to deal with. The list of medications…

With Easter just a hop, skip and a jump away, over the next two weeks All Things will celebrate Oregon’s bouncing bunnies.
Fun fact: Traditionally rabbits are called “bunnies”, but not all “rabbits” are rabbits, some rabbits are hares.

Triteleia – Triplet Lilies
Growing up in northern California I knew their flowers as Harvest Brodiaeas. I loved the tall stalks with an umbel of dancing flowers at the terminus. They look like an upside down, open umbrella with the trumpet shaped flowers at the end of each of the long petioles.

Whether moving uphill, downhill or sideways down a steep slope, with my feet firmly anchored to a suitable pair of skis with plenty of good snow under them, I’m just about as happy as anyone can expect to be in the wintertime.