Grasshopper sitting on George's thumb at Coal Creek Farm.

Grasshoppers at Coal Creek Farm

After another windy night, I needed to check the fence along Glen’s Road. I rode side-by-side toward the Coal Creek Gorge. I only found a few limbs on the fence. I started at the branches using an electric chainsaw I bought last year. I am still impressed with how powerful the saw is. I could clear the limbs quickly and was done in a couple of hours. Riding back to the house, I stopped by the field where researchers from Mississippi State University recently discovered a new grasshopper species. They named it after me! Menopause Lindmemanii hill. In the peak of summer, as I walk through this field, grasshoppers are everywhere. I don’t see any this early in the season, but this new species hid for over a hundred years, so I’m confident they are still here.

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