West Texas butterflies in November

Tramping through the trails on an acreage where my grandparents had a farm between Midland, Big Spring and Lamesa, I was surprised to find some November butterflies.

A pretty Checkered White. My grandmother probably didn't like them because they are often considered garden pests.

The Checkered White only lives about a week.

I saw several Dainty Sulphur butterflies, which are only about an inch tall.

A Dainty Sulphur in its greenish winter form.

This battered Sulphur looked like leaf litter.

A tiny Western Pygmy Blue caught my eye.

Shopping carts and pelicans

White pelican and a shopping cart

While walking Baytown's nicely paved Goose Creek Trail near Goose Creek Park behind the library, I wasn't expecting to see shopping carts in the water.

Along the water's edge at the trail's end near Busch Terrace Park, there is a lot of litter. In addition to the usual water bottles, fast-food containers and tires, there are eight to 10 shopping carts. 

But the pelicans didn't seem to mind. They were using them as perches.

Shopping carts in Goose Creek. The building in the background in an old hospital. A developer said he is going to convert the building into an assisted living complex with a public restaurant on the top floor. But no work has been done on the property for years.

An unlittered view: The Goose Creek Trail gives you a different look at Baytown.

Grandmother's love of animals and photos

My maternal grandmother, Hattie, and I may have had some things in common.

The West Texas girl reportedly liked animals of all kinds.

Here she is holding an owl.

Grandmother Hattie (1901-1985) with a fawn.

She liked to take pictures also. The family albums are filled with snapshots thanks to Grandmother carrying her little box camera everywhere.

Her Conley Kewpie No. 2A camera now sits on one of my shelves.

The handle has been replaced a few times on my grandmother's favorite camera. This model was produced 1917-1922.

Monarchs enjoy the BNC butterfly garden

Buddies Jan and David H. released some tagged Monarchs and at least one of them found a friend.

After a tussle on the ground these two flew away together.

This beat-up faded Monarch found a bit of milkweed. I wonder where it began its journey.

Another milkweed stopover