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Species Level Bee Identification Course - December 10-14 2007

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  • Sam Droege
    All: Rob Jean and I will again be hosting a bee identification workshop at USGS Patuxent Wildlife Research Center. The dates for this Fall s workshop will be
    Message 1 of 3 , Oct 23, 2007
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      All:

      Rob Jean and I will again be hosting a bee identification workshop at USGS Patuxent Wildlife Research Center.  The dates for this Fall's workshop will be December 10-14, 2007.  A flier with all the pertinent information is attached and will be posted to the web site.  Similar to last year there is no charge and it is on a first-come first serve basis.  The emphasis is on learning to identify Eastern North American bees to species. There are currently 8 slots open.

      Email me if you have questions.

      Thanks

      sam


                                                     
      Sam Droege  Sam_Droege@...                      
      w 301-497-5840 h 301-390-7759 fax 301-497-5624
      USGS Patuxent Wildlife Research Center
      BARC-EAST, BLDG 308, RM 124 10300 Balt. Ave., Beltsville, MD  20705
      Http://www.pwrc.usgs.gov


              The Tuft of Flowers

      I went to turn the grass once after one
      Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.


      The dew was gone that made his blade so keen
      Before I came to view the levelled scene.


      I looked for him behind an isle of trees;
      I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.


      But he had gone his way, the grass all mown,
      And I must be, as he had been,—alone,


      As all must be,' I said within my heart,
      Whether they work together or apart.'


      But as I said it, swift there passed me by
      On noiseless wing a 'wildered butterfly,


      Seeking with memories grown dim o'er night
      Some resting flower of yesterday's delight.


      And once I marked his flight go round and round,
      As where some flower lay withering on the ground.


      And then he flew as far as eye could see,
      And then on tremulous wing came back to me.


      I thought of questions that have no reply,
      And would have turned to toss the grass to dry;


      But he turned first, and led my eye to look
      At a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook,


      A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared
      Beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared.


      I left my place to know them by their name,
      Finding them butterfly weed when I came.


      The mower in the dew had loved them thus,
      By leaving them to flourish, not for us,


      Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him.
      But from sheer morning gladness at the brim.


      The butterfly and I had lit upon,
      Nevertheless, a message from the dawn,


      That made me hear the wakening birds around,
      And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,


      And feel a spirit kindred to my own;
      So that henceforth I worked no more alone;


      But glad with him, I worked as with his aid,
      And weary, sought at noon with him the shade;


      And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech
      With one whose thought I had not hoped to reach.


      Men work together,' I told him from the heart,
      Whether they work together or apart.'


            - Robert Frost
    • Erik_Oberg@nps.gov
      Sam, This is terrrific. Please sign me up for the week. What a great opportunity. Thanks, Erik Oberg Acting Natural Resource Management Specialist George
      Message 2 of 3 , Oct 23, 2007
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        Sam,

        This is terrrific. Please sign me up for the week. What a great
        opportunity.

        Thanks,

        Erik Oberg
        Acting Natural Resource
        Management Specialist
        George Washington
        Memorial Parkway
        703 289-2542 office
        202 439-7328 cell
        703 289-2546 fax




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        All:

        Rob Jean and I will again be hosting a bee identification workshop at USGS
        Patuxent Wildlife Research Center. The dates for this Fall's workshop will
        be December 10-14, 2007. A flier with all the pertinent information is
        attached and will be posted to the web site. Similar to last year there is
        no charge and it is on a first-come first serve basis. The emphasis is on
        learning to identify Eastern North American bees to species. There are
        currently 8 slots open.

        Email me if you have questions.

        Thanks

        sam



        Sam Droege Sam_Droege@...
        w 301-497-5840 h 301-390-7759 fax 301-497-5624
        USGS Patuxent Wildlife Research Center
        BARC-EAST, BLDG 308, RM 124 10300 Balt. Ave., Beltsville, MD 20705
        Http://www.pwrc.usgs.gov

        The Tuft of Flowers

        I went to turn the grass once after one
        Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.

        The dew was gone that made his blade so keen
        Before I came to view the levelled scene.

        I looked for him behind an isle of trees;
        I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.

        But he had gone his way, the grass all mown,
        And I must be, as he had been,—alone,

        As all must be,' I said within my heart,
        Whether they work together or apart.'

        But as I said it, swift there passed me by
        On noiseless wing a 'wildered butterfly,

        Seeking with memories grown dim o'er night
        Some resting flower of yesterday's delight.

        And once I marked his flight go round and round,
        As where some flower lay withering on the ground.

        And then he flew as far as eye could see,
        And then on tremulous wing came back to me.

        I thought of questions that have no reply,
        And would have turned to toss the grass to dry;

        But he turned first, and led my eye to look
        At a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook,

        A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared
        Beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared.

        I left my place to know them by their name,
        Finding them butterfly weed when I came.

        The mower in the dew had loved them thus,
        By leaving them to flourish, not for us,

        Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him.
        But from sheer morning gladness at the brim.

        The butterfly and I had lit upon,
        Nevertheless, a message from the dawn,

        That made me hear the wakening birds around,
        And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,

        And feel a spirit kindred to my own;
        So that henceforth I worked no more alone;

        But glad with him, I worked as with his aid,
        And weary, sought at noon with him the shade;

        And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech
        With one whose thought I had not hoped to reach.

        Men work together,' I told him from the heart,
        Whether they work together or apart.'

        - Robert Frost


        (See attached file: Fall 2007 Workshop Daily Schedule.doc)
      • German Perilla
        Good afternoon Sam: This is German I I would like to attend to the Native bee Identification Workshop, please sign me in. Regards, German All: Rob Jean and I
        Message 3 of 3 , Oct 23, 2007
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          All:

          Rob Jean and I will again be hosting a bee identification workshop at USGS Patuxent Wildlife Research Center.  The dates for this Fall's workshop will be December 10-14, 2007.  A flier with all the pertinent information is attached and will be posted to the web site.  Similar to last year there is no charge and it is on a first-come first serve basis.  The emphasis is on learning to identify Eastern North American bees to species. There are currently 8 slots open.

          Email me if you have questions.

          Thanks

          sam


                                                         
          Sam Droege  Sam_Droege@USGS. GOV                      
          w 301-497-5840 h 301-390-7759 fax 301-497-5624
          USGS Patuxent Wildlife Research Center
          BARC-EAST, BLDG 308, RM 124 10300 Balt. Ave., Beltsville, MD  20705
          Http://www.pwrc. usgs.gov


                  The Tuft of Flowers

          I went to turn the grass once after one
          Who mowed it in the dew before the sun.


          The dew was gone that made his blade so keen
          Before I came to view the levelled scene.


          I looked for him behind an isle of trees;
          I listened for his whetstone on the breeze.


          But he had gone his way, the grass all mown,
          And I must be, as he had been,—alone,


          As all must be,' I said within my heart,
          Whether they work together or apart.'


          But as I said it, swift there passed me by
          On noiseless wing a 'wildered butterfly,


          Seeking with memories grown dim o'er night
          Some resting flower of yesterday's delight.


          And once I marked his flight go round and round,
          As where some flower lay withering on the ground.


          And then he flew as far as eye could see,
          And then on tremulous wing came back to me.


          I thought of questions that have no reply,
          And would have turned to toss the grass to dry;


          But he turned first, and led my eye to look
          At a tall tuft of flowers beside a brook,


          A leaping tongue of bloom the scythe had spared
          Beside a reedy brook the scythe had bared.


          I left my place to know them by their name,
          Finding them butterfly weed when I came.


          The mower in the dew had loved them thus,
          By leaving them to flourish, not for us,


          Nor yet to draw one thought of ours to him.
          But from sheer morning gladness at the brim.


          The butterfly and I had lit upon,
          Nevertheless, a message from the dawn,


          That made me hear the wakening birds around,
          And hear his long scythe whispering to the ground,


          And feel a spirit kindred to my own;
          So that henceforth I worked no more alone;


          But glad with him, I worked as with his aid,
          And weary, sought at noon with him the shade;


          And dreaming, as it were, held brotherly speech
          With one whose thought I had not hoped to reach.


          Men work together,' I told him from the heart,
          Whether they work together or apart.'


                - Robert Frost
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