May 2025 – Page 4 – The Hermits' Rest

Hey, look, I finished a book that I like enough to write about! I’d would wager (if I did that kind of thing) that any like-minded friend of mine would love Eve: How the Female Body Drove 200 Million Years of Human Evolution, by Cat Bohannon, as much as I did. It has footnotes and endnotes, too, which hints at some thorough documentation, yet there’s lots of humor scattered throughout, so it’s not boring one bit.

I got it at the airport on the way to Hilton Head. Those nails are so two weeks ago!

Bohannon tells the story of “Eves,” who are archetypal women of the past whose developmental firsts made big impacts on the evolution of humans. All my La Leche League friends will love the chapter on breastfeeding, though perhaps some more intense fans of this method of feeding might find flaws. I didn’t, and I even learned a little.

fingernails — Newest nails. Call me the Eve of Girly Gender Neutral Confusion.

You learn a lot about the history of hominids, as well as how mammals developed, told charmingly through example animals. You get all wrapped up in their little lives as you see how traits we still have made a difference millions of years ago. The book is a lot of fun.

As are these blue flag irises. I’ll now stop with random photos.

I also have to hand it to Bohannan for being “woke” in the best possible sense. That woman doesn’t put down anyone, even inadvertently, and she navigates our world of gender dysphoria and sexual choices like the consummate professional she is. I was duly impressed, and if I were trans or XXY or whatever, I’d feel like I’d been talked about respectfully. But she doesn’t make things awkward–if she chooses a typical example, she always acknowledges possible exceptions. I hope her terminology holds up now that there’s a (scary as heck to someone who fought for women’s rights) sudden devolutionary trend in women’s rights and roles in the US.

My only criticism, if you can call it that, is that Bohannon doesn’t talk about the effects of hormone replacement therapy in post-menopausal women. I’d be interested to know if the current trend of using bioidentical hormones has a positive or negative affect on women’s health and longevity. Maybe that will be in her next book.

This is a hefty tome, for certain, but remember at least a third of it is end notes, bibliography, and index. You’ll wish it kept going.

I found out something interesting yesterday. I wrote down all 99 different birds I saw last month at home in my bird journal, because that’s what you do when you have plenty of time to do things you actually like to do. After that, I decided to add the South Carolina birds I’ve seen so far on this trip to my list. I discovered I’ve seen 42 additional birds! I’m up to 111 species in this state and am grateful to the warblers of spring for contributing a good many of the additional birds. My new warbler for yesterday was the Worm-eating Warbler; it’s clear that there are so many warblers the namers are running out of good ones. Spring is a good time to bird on the east coast of the US!

Eastern Towhee that was singing away next to the condos.

The shore birds, when I can find them, have also added to my totals and life list. I got a new one and saw many interesting others when Lee and I finally went over to Mitchellville, a historical Gullah area, to the beach there. I’d read that Fish Haul beach has great birding, and yep, it does.

Tricolored Heron just enjoying the breeze.

It also has crabs and oysters for all those birds to eat, and neighboring marshes chock full of songbirds, including a Red-winged Blackbird that made a sound like an alarm bell ringing. That was odd.

Let me tell you, this is the kind of beach I want to visit, not ones covered in people and no interesting things to look at (sorry beach lovers, but when I have seen one long stretch of sand with some waves, I’ve seen them all). Fish Haul beach has rocks, tree stumps, seaweed, sandbars, tidal estuaries, and so much more. I had a blast.

The only negative aspect of this beach is that it’s very close to the airport. There are more flights to this island than I realized; no wonder they’re expanding the charmingly tiny airport. Still, plane and helicopter sounds do drown our your Whimbrels and Willets (the Whimbrel was my new beach bird).

The surrounding wooded area at the park was equally pleasant, and the boardwalk across the marsh was breathtaking. I could have spent many hours there if I was willing to keep paying $3 per hour to park. We used every minute of our hour, though. I have a new place to go every time I come here!

I’m sort of torn about Hilton Head. I realize it’s a haven for ultra-rich people and that most of the place is off-limits except to residents. That feels uber-elitist, and it doesn’t help that most of the Black folks live in mobile homes in “their” areas (though the Gullah areas are fascinating and it’s so cool that they stubbornly continue to live life on their terms, like growing their own food, weaving, etc.). It’s also cool that many mobile homes have been raised way up on cement blocks to avoid floods.

Can’t complain about the landscaping. Fortnight lily.

But wow, it’s so pretty here. All the zoning regulations and lighting rules mean that you feel like you’re in some woods, even on commercial roads. Only the two or three main drags look like roads in most places. Otherwise, you drive through tree canopies draped in Spanish moss. It looks so much like the older parts of Gainesville, Florida in the late 60s where I used to ride my bike and visit my grandmother’s house. I feel comfortable here until I start to think about my white privilege and former good income that lets me come to this bastion of golf and fanciness.

I feel a rant coming on. If you’re a Substack subscriber, you’ll get to read one shortly, after I do a Master Naturalist blog entry. Good thing I enjoy writing.

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Month: May 2025

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