The human female is going on one of her planty expeditions today. She’s been invited by the Ecology class to tag along and put names on all the trees. Pfft. *I* could do that. “This is Ragnar, this is Ulf, and this is Bungo.” But maybe they want the slanty Latin names.
Sigyn was invited, too, and I am going with her to keep her safe. This is Texas–there is poison ivy. Poison ivy and fire ants. Poison ivy and fire ants and ticks and mosquitoes and killer bees and alligators. Also, I don’t trust the human female not to forget Sigyn in the woods.
It has been a looong bus ride to where we’re going to look at plants. I got a nap in, but Sigyn kept her nose pressed to the window, looking at plants and mooing at cows. FINALLY, here we are at Winters Bayou. (Hmmm. Are we allowed to be here? The weather has been pretty spring-like. However, by the calendar, it is still winter, so I suppose we are all right.)
We all have to wear bright reflective vests so that no one gets lost, and so that no one is shot by a hunter or “sportsman.” This is Texas–there are ticks and mosquitoes and killer bees and alligators and PEOPLE WITH GUNS! We can hear someone firing a rifle not too far away, so yes, I will wear the stupid vest, even though it’s too big and clashes mightily with my cloak.
I’m no botanist, but even I can tell that the woods here are different from the woods around the human female’s home.
Those tall, straight trees with the scaly bark are pine trees. They smell good but are sort of sticky. Hard to climb, too, as the branches do not begin until very far up.
The oaks are different here. Sigyn is fascinated by the leaf litter, and I will admit it–this is a prodigious leaf! Dearest, let us make a mental note not to come in autumn. If one of these fell on you, it would *hurt*
The class is departing to go Do Science. Let us tag along and see what else is here.