Morning Metro: A Wood Duck, Stink Bugs, and Yeats

Decatur Metro | March 16, 2012

  • “Rare and shy” wood duck in Burnt Fork Creek [CCHA]
  • An in-depth look at the intown Walmart saga [CL]
  • T-SPLOST education campaign underway [AJC]
  • Kudzu stink bugs invade Georgia [CBS]
  • Poem: The Fascination with What’s Difficult [William Butler Yeats]

Wood duck photo courtesy of markjdos via Flickr

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5 Responses to “Morning Metro: A Wood Duck, Stink Bugs, and Yeats”

  1. Jeff says:
    March 16, 2012 at 10:38 am

    Whoever carved that duck out of wood is very talented.

  2. Craig says:
    March 16, 2012 at 10:59 am

    Just noticed these bugs yesterday around my upstairs windows, and then saw a few around my front door frame. At first I thought they were some mutant lady bug (we have tons of ladybugs around our house). Makes sense, since I live near a huge kudzu field on North druid Hills Rd. I wonder if they will return to their natural feeding grounds once the kudzu leafs out?

    • Midway says:
      March 16, 2012 at 5:59 pm

      I have had ladybugs in my house all winter long, they love my kitchen/sun room area. I discovered a couple of months ago that they really love sour cream. I put a very small dollop out and they will run over and eat it. At first I thought one may have gotten stuck in it so I moved it out, it came right back, 2 others joined it. It was a little strange seeing 3 ladybugs surrounding and devouring the little spot of sour cream. They are my winter pets.

  3. Bobby says:
    March 16, 2012 at 10:59 am

    AJC article is on the “education” campaign

  4. Diane Loupe says:
    March 17, 2012 at 8:54 am

    I love that you included a poem by an Irishman.

    The Fascination of What’s Difficult By William Butler Yeats 1865–1939

    The fascination of what’s difficult
    Has dried the sap out of my veins, and rent
    Spontaneous joy and natural content
    Out of my heart. There’s something ails our colt
    That must, as if it had not holy blood
    Nor on Olympus leaped from cloud to cloud,
    Shiver under the lash, strain, sweat and jolt
    As though it dragged road metal. My curse on plays
    That have to be set up in fifty ways,
    On the day’s war with every knave and dolt,
    Theatre business, management of men.
    I swear before the dawn comes round again
    I’ll find the stable and pull out the bolt.