Wildlife imitates art
In chapter one of Feeder Birds, squirrels invade the feeder. Cardinal dismisses them as “rats with fuzzy tails.” Later, he drowns one and the other birds attack it and pluck out its eyes.
Imagine my surprise when I looked out my window the other day to find this:
The feeder drawn in the panels above has moved three thousand miles, only to be invaded by actual rats. And while Cardinal is not here to sort them out, the House Finches who frequent the feeder certainly had a thing or two to say about them.
Bucky: 2007-2007
Bucky as a hatchling (top left).
The young Bucky.
The mature Bucky, clowning for the camera.
Bucky, who dedicated his entire life to teaching a California family about the life-cycle and eating habits of praying mantises, is dead.
His lifeless body was found in his Critter-Keeper early Saturday morning. Cause of death is unknown, although, as he was over four months old, foul play is not suspected.
“He” (his true sex was unknown) lived a full, healthy, insectoid life. He was purchased as one of hundreds of mantis hatchlings contained in his egg sac, which came in a net bag. Most of his hundreds of brothers and sisters were released into the wilds of Santa Monica’s Douglas Park, but Bucky seemed to understand from the beginning that he was destined for greater things.
He was known for his inquisitive nature, his upbeat, sparkling personality, his love of children and sunshine, and his voracious appetite. He enjoyed a good joke and cherished the hours he spent hanging upside-down. He would drop whatever he was doing in order to crawl on a hand and maintained a presence on the internet through a “blog” run by one of his owners. He was known as the cockiest, most adventurous and most handsome of mantises. Sadly, he never actually had the opportunity to mate with one of his kind and produce young.
His job title was instructor, but Bucky was a mantis who could not be constrained by labels. In his pursuit of larger truth he became an idea and an ideal, a bringer of joy to the handful of people who were blessed to encounter him.
He is survived by his brothers Gimpy, Brownie and Hoppy. In accordance with mantis tradition, his remains were devoured by crickets.
Gaily I lived as ease and nature taught,
And spent my little life without a thought,
And am amazed that Death, that tyrant grim,
Should think of me, who never thought of him.
~René Francois Regnier