Anchor Baby

Whenever I hear the phrase “anchor baby” these days, I think of this:

I always get a kick out of Donald Trump staying awake at night, shivering under his sheets thinking of that.

It sure beats the alternative, which is thinking about how some people apparently think that denying citizenship to people born here is a good idea. I mean seriously, we would become like a middle-eastern nation with camps of second and third generation refugees. Thankfully, I don’t see banning citizenship based on birth catching on any time soon.

View from Oak Ridge.

View from Oak Ridge. I collect sunsets these days from the office where I pick up my girlfriend. It may be a boring office park, but it’s got a great view of the Cumberlands as well as many ridges. There will probably be more pictures of the area to come. Sometimes the most ordinary places surprise me.


On the beauty of Rattlesnakes

Rattlesnakes are beautiful. It’s not just me who thinks that, thankfully.

David George Haskell

This is the year of the timber rattlesnake on the Southern Cumberland Plateau. I’ve seen and heard of more in the last five months than I have in the last twenty years combined. They’re sleeping in gardens, gliding across porches, crossing wooded trails, and swimming on asphalt. Most seem to be one or two years old, suggesting that we’re seeing the result of a baby-boom in 2013 or 2014. What might have caused such a successful hatch year is a mystery: perhaps a good mast year of acorns and hickory nuts swelled the rodent population, echoing a year later in the abdomens of fecund snake mothers? Another possibility is that the last two winters have been colder here than any within the last decade, pinching the rodent supply this year, making snakes take to the road where we then encounter them. Certainly 2014 was chipmunk-poor after the “Arctic Vortex” made…

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