A pool of mosquitoes has tested positive for the West Nile virus in a wooded area of a southwest Ohio park.
A spokesman for Public Health-Dayton & Montgomery County says the recent test of mosquitoes in a wooded area at Dayton's Wegerzyn Gardens MetroPark was the first positive one in the region this season. Public Health planned to treat the area with insecticide.
The Dayton Daily News reports that Franklin County also had a mosquito pool test positive this summer in the Columbus area.
In the last few years, wildlife -- including large wildlife -- have boomed in parklands and green spaces in southwestern Ohio. Some of the critters we’re talking about may even surprise you. WYSO Community Voices Producer Ron Rollins visits the Five Rivers MetroParks to learn more.
I love the outdoors. And I’ve seen how wildlife have gradually returned to the Miami Valley. Last winter, I saw something that stunned me: a bald eagle in downtown Dayton.
The trajectory of August and the transition to late summer are made up of interlocking associations. Some of these connections are used by farmers and gardeners, others are tools for awareness of how the world fits together.
Throughout the month ahead, when spiders start to increase their building of webs in the woodlot, then yellow jacket season to begin in the windfall apples and plums, and morning fogs increase in the lowlands.
Ohio is the fourth worst in the nation for infant mortality and is second worst for black infant mortality. In Columbus yesterday, the state health department launched a program to aid 9 Ohio cities to work on lowering those rates. Dayton is among one of the cities chosen.
Once in a while I wonder about the meaning of summer, and that, of course, is a thought too far.
So, I tell myself, just stay with the fifth week of middle summer. If I go back to spring or early summer, in my memory, I throw the wheel of time way out of kilter, and I wobble in its remnants and its chaff and clutter, the fallen mulberries and the sweet rocket seeds, the hay and the straw, the fledglings grown and the turquoise eggs that were flung and lost in the storms of May, regret and nostalgia and reminiscence.