Martha’s Vineyard

Aquatic Life

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Last week we returned from a family vacation on Martha’s Vineyard… where our internet connection was blissfully spotty. That’s why I never bothered to post the answer to the Name Another Insect entry.

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But my neighbor Liz was first to chime in correctly. This lithe, little insect pictured is an adult mayfly. I can’t speak with certainty to the species, but Lee Miller suggested Hexagenia limbata, and based on a web search, that’s a pretty good guess.

Mayflies may spend a year or more in an aquatic immature stage, but just a single day in adulthood. I suspect that our mudroom visitor was a male — females tend to die closer to their water source/mating ground. Either way, it’s likely that this one lived a lifetime in a day.

So there you go, bug brainiacs!

Before I return to farm fodder — yes, endless alliteration — here are a few more pictures of aquatic activity from our summer outpost. (Maisie was our ever-present canine lifeguard.)

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Surf and Sand

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Last weekend we returned from our annual pilgrimage to Martha’s Vineyard, and I’ll let these photos and captions sum up the highlights. (Stay tuned for a farm-related post tomorrow.)

 

Kids confined:

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Obama’s Vineyard vacation? Presidential presence was far less intrusive this time around.

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Maisie stowed away and joined us.

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With Crazy Maze and my cousins’ dog, Sally, our crew hiked every morning, exploring varying island terrain.

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Some trails were more inviting than others.

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Midweek Brynn decreed: manicures for everyone.

Everyone.

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In a blink, the trip was over. One final swim. Then goodbye, MV.

Til next year.

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Nicknames with stick

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We once called Hadley, “the Barbarian.”

Fortunately, kindness trumped her darker side and she shed that moniker. (And Hadley never embraced that nickname.)

Her sibling, however, is a different animal. The following is a verbal exchange between a relative and Brynn:

 

“What’s your name?”

Brynn.

“Brynn what? What’s your last name?”

Zilla.

“What…? No, your whole name, sweetie.”

I am Brynn.

“That’s your first name. What’s your last?”

I just TOLE you my last name. It’s ‘Zilla!’ … I AM BRYNNZILLA!

 

She is.

Don’t look into her eyes. She’ll take you down.

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