An illustration

While the property has been overrun with bebby anoles, it’s also seeing more than its fair share (whatever that may be) of bebby frogs as well. This is a scale photo of one from the other night:

juvenile green treefrog Dryophytes cinereus perched on author's thumb
That is my left thumb. The sickly pink one, I mean, not the green one, and just now I realized I should have named the image, “greenthumb.jpg.” Too late now stupid.

Look at your thumb just to get an idea of scale. Not that this really helps, since this is not your thumb, which I would have used if you’d been here that night like you were supposed to be, but noooo. Anyway, if you’re some kind of construction worker, or a weightlifter, or Richard Kiel, my thumb is smaller than yours. On the other hand it’s slightly bigger, if you’re a child that’s not actually huge for their age, or some K-Pop star, or the worst POTUS ever, my thumb is bigger than yours. But if you’re a late middle-aged nature photographer that’s hopelessly mired in eighties music and has no one coming to their website, it’s probably a perfect match.

Not helping? Okay, let’s see, my thumb pad covers exactly four lines of text on the blog vertically, which probably only helps if you have your monitor resolution set the same as mine and mine is a custom setting due to how far I sit back from the screen. So, uhhh, my thumb gets snagged in three out of four scissors handles on the market – no, wait, that’s the right hand, never mind. If I hold it out at arm’s length, it’s the same width as the spine to The Sibley Guide To Birds, provided I lean back in my chair. It is smaller than a cartoon character’s thumb when they hit it with a hammer, though close to the lower end of the throb.

Ummm, its upward swipe motion is insufficient to unlock my smutphone one-handed, necessitating that I drop whatever I’m doing with the right hand. But if I make the ‘OK’ circle with it and my forefinger, the hole is way bigger than a quarter. People don’t seem to be able to see it when I’m trying to hitch a ride, though. It fits firmly up my ass when I should be cataloging photos or working on the car. Come to think of it (leave it alone,) not the best method either, since now you’re inclined to jam your own thumb up my ass to compare the fit.

Anyway, that should give you an idea, and from there, you can determine how small the frog is. Easy peasy.

Odd memories, part 29

This one isn’t so much odd as appropriate, sparked by finding a comic gallery on Bored Panda the other day. On occasion, they feature a collection of webcomics from a single artist, and this time around it was Rosemary Mosco. I recognized the style quickly, because I’d been going to her site Bird and Moon for a while now – she’s a naturalist and educator and her comics present both useful information and wry humor. The one that sparked this post, however, was this one (used with permission) which I hadn’t seen before:

Bird and Moon GBHE comic by Rosemary Mosco
© Rosemary Mosco

It’s all relative, isn’t it? For instance, herons wouldn’t give the faintest shit about diamond rings (and neither should we, really,) but crows might like them. Some species of penguins also like rocks, but probably not diamonds – they’re impressed with the most round and perfect pebbles presented by suitors.

Now comes the odd memory part. Many years back I was firing off dozens of frames of the activities at Venice Audubon Society Rookery in Venice, Florida, one of the best birding spots in the world – this is not simply my opinion, since I haven’t been to enough to judge, but a broad consensus. Plainly visible in one tree was a great blue heron nest, a completed one since the female appeared to be actively sitting on eggs. Across the pond comes another heron, clasping in his beak a fairly large branch, and he alighted on the nest proudly with this new offering, even though the nest seemed perfectly complete and already in use. He proudly (so I’m assuming) attempted to place this in an ideal position in the nest walls, to be countermanded by a loud croak from the female. Chastened, he chose a different placement, with the same response. This went on for perhaps 15 seconds, a rather public argument accompanied by a bit of wing flapping, until the male resolutely took up the branch again and flew off, dropping it into the pond with a resigned air and continuing onward. The magic was gone.

[It’s easy to assign human emotions to other species, and most likely to be totally incorrect, though I think the altercation at least was hard to misinterpret: the branch was unwanted, for whatever reason – it might even have been because the male was supposed to be bringing back food. Of course, herons are one of the more harsh and noisy birds when they choose to be, and immediately before I started typing this, one chose to be right at the edge of the main pond, plainly audible through the open door to Walkabout Studios here. The Girlfriend’s Sprog could attest to this too, when she and her fiancé camped overnight on the edge of a lake and were awakened several times by herons loudly voicing their protests.]

I want you to note something subtle in the above comic, too: by the third panel, the feathers on top of the female’s head begin to rise, as well as her beak opening. It’s one thing to communicate emotions with trivial additions or changes to the drawing of humans, and quite another to do it with birds.

Thanks to Rosemary Mosco for permission to use this comic, and h/t to Bored Panda

It hasn’t rained for days…

… but now that I have some serious video that I need a voiceover for, it’s raining. We did this on the last one, didn’t we?

Literally a meter from the door

Yes, it’s/they’re more likely female I think, but whatever. Just shut up.

pair of noisy copes grey treefrogs Dryophytes chrysoscelis calling during rain
Actually, the white thing is a bucket catching rainbarrel overflow, so I popped the second one into it and carried them both down into the yard well away from my door – we’ll see if this works…

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EDIT: No, it did not work – before I even finished this post, they abandoned the bucket and crossed the yard to get back to the rainbarrel. I mean, we’ve had eggs and tadpoles in the same buckets, they seem to believe they’re fine for such purposes, but noooo, they gotta have the rainbarrel as a perch while audio is being recorded. Dumbasses, nobody ever listens to these, it’s not your ticket to fame…

Still more of the shit I get up to

Definitely one of the more awkward things I’ve ever attempted, especially in the name of mere curiosity.

So the eastern kingsnake (Lampropeltis getula) made another appearance a few minutes ago, and this time it was too far out of the burrow to retreat back into it, so in moments I had it in hand. First things first: this is not the same one as before, since this is much smaller, perhaps a meter and a half. I wasn’t going to get anywhere near an accurate measurement, since it was quite energetic and constantly writhed around attempting to find a way out of my grasp. Yet this was with perfect civility, never taking a chance to bite me and never thrashing about, not even defecating on me – it just kept questing about for a way to gain purchase on something that was other than me to make its escape.

But with it in hand and the snakeskin that I’d found a few days back sitting right on my desk, I had to make the direct comparison. Why, I don’t know, but I did. And I’m here to tell you, attempting to lay a shed skin alongside a squirming, weaving, questing snake that was firmly wrapped around one hand, leaving only one free, is an exercise in frustration, especially when trying to compare the tail sections. I’d just about get a section lined up when the snake would change its mind about where it wanted to go and shift off in another direction or start sliding through my fingers. I briefly attempted to get a pic of the snake alone with the proper camera, but all I had was my left hand, attempting to aim at my right, and I soon gave that up; I might have had slightly better luck had I snagged the snake in my left hand, but at that point switching up wasn’t exactly in the cards. We have the barest of images taken by the smutphone instead – nothing the least compelling, but proof that I had the snake at least.

eastern kingsnake  Lampropeltis getula in author's hand, taken with smutphone by author
That said, I can say I’m 80% sure that the shed skin came from this very snake: there were several little injuries along the snake’s back and these were lining up extraordinarily well. One or two, I might dismiss as both coincidental and unable to do a precise match in such conditions, but I matched up five or six, finding one and then tracking along the body until I found the next where predicted. The snake seemed perfectly healthy, but it’s definitely had its share of run-ins with adversity, including an injury right near the vent/cloaca.

The shed skin was found almost at the extreme other end of the house, quite a few meters away and giving a faint indication that the former owner had emerged from a crawlspace vent, while this snake itself seems to have a nice little burrow near my steps and under an overhang. Plus I thought I’d seen the larger specimen from a couple weeks back nosing along the house in the same crawlspace vent location. None of this disproves anything, it just fails to offer more support, and they might even be a mated pair – who knows? Overall though, it would have been a lot easier with a second handler, and no, The Girlfriend was out of the question, at her own insistence, even if she had been awake at the time.

I’m an idiot

Actually, it’s hard to believe that, in over sixteen years of posting, I haven’t used that title before…

So early this morning, the ISS was supposed to pass in front of the moon again, at least in my location, and I was all prepared to go out after it again. I didn’t have visibility here at Walkabout Estates Plus, so I packed my gear down to a spot just off the waterfront, making sure I had the tripod and cable release and 2X teleconverter, and checking my watch against the online atomic clock for accuracy.

The moon was still low and semi-shrouded in haze, not the best of conditions, but I changed camera settings to ensure that I could pull off a reasonably fast shutter speed to halt the motion – this meant going with a very high ISO and thus introducing lots of grain, but you do what you have to.

All set up and dialed in ahead of time, focus down as tight as I could get it with the haze, watching the clock, and fired off a long high-speed sequence of frames as the time reached just before zero, to try and bracket any slop that might have occurred.

Back home, I’m carefully examining the resulting images for signs of the space station, not finding any hint (noting as I did so that the camera’s clock was about three minutes off, but I wasn’t using that to time the shots.) Then I thought to check the site again, not exactly sure why. But it revealed to me that the transit was at 00:42:19, not at 00:49:19 when I actually fired off the frames. I even had the reminder in my calendar for the proper time – I just got it switched in my head sometime during the run-up and never corrected myself.

waning gibbous moon without the ISS in front of it
So this is what the moon looks like exactly seven minutes after the ISS passes in front. In case you were wondering…

Profiles of Nature 61

American bullfrog Lithobates catesbeianus at night with rainbow refractions from eyes
Holy shit, it’s been over a year since the last Profiles! You must think we’ve become compassionate or something! We’ll have to see what we can do to correct that horrid misapprehension…

This time around we have Shailagh, whose favorite month is June because people think she’s observing Pride Month when in reality she always looks like this, observing nothing because she actually can’t see dick. Shailagh is one of those who follows every lame rumor about what will get you high, never realizing that 90% of them are simply trolling and the rest from 12-year-olds with overactive imaginations; right at the moment she’s tripping on yellow Tic-Tacs and what she’s been able to snort from alloy wheels in the parking lot. To no one’s surprise, she claims it’s a coping mechanism for deep-seated trauma from her past, but in reality she just thought Mel Gibson looked cool in Signs and wanted to mimic the angsty mood. Still, it could have been Twilight or The Notebook so we should be thankful for that at least. When she’s not trying to convince herself that she’s totally aardvarked, Shailagh serves as a wedding planner for her friends and acquaintances, though they don’t know it. So far she’s been unsuccessful, which is good because, you know, Signs – nobody needs to suffer from that kind of taste. On the positive side, red (stay with us here.) Shailagh has big aspirations because she hasn’t realized frogs don’t have gills (c’mon, keep up.) She hopes to one day overcome the bias against bullfrogs in stock car racing, believing this to be systemic amphibianism, but the truth of the matter is, no one has figured out how to get helmets to stay on. Her plans for retirement involve a pot of water that someone slowly turns the heat up under, and candidly admits that her favorite realization is how the name of every southern rural pasttime or party game sounds like a euphemism for anal sex.

We’re not through yet, so be sure to keep your eyes peeled for… you know what? That’s a really stupid saying, isn’t it? I mean, most of them are when you get right down to it, but that one’s fucking creepy. Anyway, more Profiles will come, and there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it, so you might as well embrace it – go on, give your Aunt Despair a great big hug, then you can go out and play.

Intended and appropriate

Okay, this holiday actually occurred almost a week ago on May 25th, but I’m bringing it up now intentionally, and you’ll understand why in a moment – give or take.

Today (not today) is the birthday of Dumfroot Spaglokkit, known far and wide to photographers as the inventor of the shutter lag. Here’s his story:

In the early days of the field when photographers had to create their own film plates out of dried shellac and chickenshit, and portraiture was rearing its ugly head, Spaglokkit noticed that despite preparing his subjects for the inevitable clicking of the shutter, usually they weren’t actually ready – at least half of the time, the fear of what might occur caused them to blink (these were the days of flash powder, after all,) but there was also the factor that anyone trying to smile pleasantly invariably looks like they’ve discovered a snail in their undergarments. He did observe, however, that once they felt the ordeal was over, their look of relief, while not the targeted warm expression, was at least better than appearing to be holding back flatulence. Spaglokkit reasoned that, if the shutter actually tripped well after it was triggered, the number of keepers would probably double and much expensive chickenshit could be salvaged.

Dumfroot began with squeeze bulbs that tripped the shutter through air pressure, ensuring that flexible long hoses and compression delay introduced an uncertain and unpredictable pause before the shutter actually opened. He also experimented with wound springs, which were quickly adapted to the group portrait task where the photographer wanted to be in the frame. These worked a little too well, in that the variability was quite wide, producing either a shot of the photographers’ backs as they were running to get into position, or the strained confusion on everyone’s face as the timer ground to a near-halt well beyond when it was supposed to before actually triggering the shutter. Nonetheless, these remained in use for decades before being repurposed to calculate the time that a caller would spend on hold before a customer service rep would actually answer.

As films improved and photographers got bored with portraiture, the shutter lag was gradually phased out in favor of split-second timing to capture that precise moment after something cool happened, driving it home that it was all the photographer’s fault and could not be blamed on shutter lag; this is widely believed to be a German innovation. Electronic shutters and circuitry served to almost drive Spaglokkit’s efforts into obscurity – until the advent of digital photography.

This ‘advancement’ brought instant gratification into the hands of amateurs, but it also brought complications. Camera manufacturers realized that instantly producing a snapshot worth keeping, first try, meant their products might last far too long, and so they brought back shutter lag, as well as autofocus wandering and the deceptive pre-flash to fool people, ensuring that a) users would take many more photos trying to get the one that they wanted, wearing down the equipment faster, and b) the promise of ‘improvements’ with a new model a mere six months down the road would improve sales by several hundred percent. The shutter lag was carefully calculated to reduce by fractions with every new model, despite the fact that solid-state circuitry had no discernible delay like mechanical shutters and apertures did. There was a third factor as well, in that a certain number of users, frustrated at the missed shots through the shutter lag, would smash their camera and go purchase a ‘better’ one.

[There was a variable-delay software that was initially used in digital cameras before the ‘calculated reduction’ technique was settled upon; this software was later sold to Microsoft to run their “time remaining” displays for larger tasks, which bear no relation whatsoever to the actual passage of time. This is to produce an unbalanced and insecure state of mind in the user, which can cause them to buy more Microsoft products. Apple, it must be noted, went in the other direction, pricing their products exorbitantly to convince the less-discerning population that they must be more valuable, knowing how few people would actually perform a simple comparison…]

Nonetheless, this gradual reduction in lag time could only last so long, and manufacturers were quickly running out of new models to introduce (though the marketing ploys of both “X zooms” and “megapixels” helped stretch this out a bit.) Spaglokkit’s innovation was once again teetering on the verge of obsolescence when so-called ‘smartphone’ cameras burst on the scene.

The premise behind smartphones is, the more time they spent out of someone’s pocket, the more information they can scarf from their environment and send back to the manufacturer; thus, every task is created to take far longer than necessary, assisted by the introduction of a balky touch-screen interface. Once again, the shutter lag came into play, necessitating at least three photos be taken in order to obtain one keeper, leaving plenty of transmission time for data. Quite often, the phones are transmitting the audio as well, because the frustrated mutterings and curses of the users are hilarious – remember this the next time you take your phone into the bathroom. And the phone manufacturers took a cue from the camera makers, ensuring that their products were more delicate than necessary so that the frustration damage factor keeps replacement models on the market.

Dumfroot Spaglokkit unfortunately died quite young while pursuing his other hobby of skydiving; his idea to adapt his invention to that field wasn’t the brightest that he’d had. So he never comprehended the impact that shutter lag would have on the field of photography, and especially, never received any repayment from photographers themselves, which is probably for the best.

Something tagged this way comes

It’s January, it’s cold, everyone (in the northern hemisphere) is cooped up inside, and to top it all off, we’re back with the tag roundup – death and tags, you can’t escape them. And while you think you know what tags are and what they’re for, here on the ol’ Walkabout blogaroonie, they’re also irreverent and uncouth comments on the content, and since both the content and the snark are all ours, this says something that a therapist could probably have a field day with.

Now, there are 7,890 tags on the blog now, and a whopping 5,125 of them have been used only once, which is disturbing even to us – we’re gonna have to spay them or something. But before that happens, we’ll examine a few of the more… um… we’ll examine a few of them.

ha ha ha urk! – We’re attracted to bright colors – there’s something hinky going on

are nature photography groupies a thing? – One can hope, but I think accountants stand a better chance. A shameless method of linking to some photos, though, one of which immediately became the backs to the Gnomon Deck, which wasn’t ultimately my decision – I’d forwarded something like 26 options for that…

voted Most Likely To Pee On The Carpet – The Profiles posts remain mines of questionable humor, and no, they’re probably not over yet

potato-nosed ghost of Shouerst Hall – As well as, “but what’s that behind him?” and “MetamucAl.” One of several holidays that will appear, but this one had me befuddled for a short while, because I knew that Shouerst Hall was probably a pun though I couldn’t immediately place it. Just had to sound it out properly

I’d vote for the monkey – I mean, we have done worse, despite the similarities…

later found to be stuffed with jewels from a failed heist – That would explain it

spider beer goggles – You know you want to click

schmuck in action – Sitting on his ass of course

Paranoia cannot die – As well as, “Chaos was attending.” An oldie but a… an oldie, anyway

oh he’s just yakkin’ on a bone – Points if you can name the movie. That the tag’s from, I mean – I don’t think they’ve made a movie about the post, though the income probably wouldn’t change…

boys will be boys – Followed by, “toys will be destroyed.” Even older. I spoke with my brother not too long ago, who had similar memories

it’s wide-angle distortion yeah – That certainly explains it

good for whacking dogs when you try to pet them too – Versatile in their worthlessness!

kaboom! – No, not the cereal or the video game, but just as misleading

“hero” is too strong a word – but not by much – Well, okay, if you insist

goddamn spiderwebs – It actually took a while before the tags started getting snarky, and this is one of the first, even though it’s also pretty appropriate.

And naturally, we need to look at the holidays we celebrated enthusiastically and religiously this year:

Bumfester Chugtrollop, the inventor of the photographer’s vest, January 19
MacArthur Muzik Day, February 24
‘Fess Up Day, March 2
Encounter Extraordinary/Rotten Luck Day, April 8
National Where The Hell Did This Come From? Day, May 24
Prove That You’re Not Dead Day, June 24
Nature Boi Detective Day, July 28
Don’t Make The Big Change You Were Planning To Make Because Of A Pond Day, August 29
New Walkabout Estates, September 24
Patois Ferndiddler’s birthday, October 29
Do The Same Stupid Fucking Thing Again Day, November 26
Get Around To Planting Those Damn Things Again And See If it Works This Time, December 21

And the previous tag roundups – man, we’ve been doing this for a while:

2015: Tagged
2016: Tagged again
2017: Papa’s got a brand new tag
2018: So what did 2017 hold?
2019: Do not read tag under penalty of law
2020: Tagginses! We hates it forever!
2021: Tag ’em and bag ’em
2022: I don’t mean to tag, but…
2023: Tag me with a spoon
2024: You’re a Grand Ol’ Tag

site statistics for 2024The statistics for the site for 2024 aren’t impressive at all, indicating a slow decline over several years. While the oppressive heat and being involved with the move had more than a little to do with it this year, it doesn’t explain the trend over several years (well, the heat may be a small contributing factor.) There’s also the ugly truth that we haven’t done anything more than a couple of weekend trips since 2021, and this year isn’t looking too promising either – we’ll see I guess. There was the eclipse trip last April, but let’s be real: the photo opportunities primarily lasted three minutes.

Mostly though, we kind of expect to see a peak right around where it is, because time and subjects and so on limit how many posts are actually going to appear, so there’s no expectation that these will continue to go up at least, but hovering in the same general region would be preferable.

The numbers, just for the sake of it. Post count was 221, down from 252 last year. Word count was 143,160, down from 157,163 last year, totaling 2.4 million over the life of the blog. And there were 737 images uploaded, which hasn’t been that low since 2018 – slackass. The new location may help this a lot – several new species have been spotted already, and we’re expecting spring to put on quite a show.

We’ll close with an image that’s been sitting in the blog folder for over a year now, from a trip that helped boost the numbers for 2023 right at the end of the year – redundant then, so it’s being put to use now. The sun’s coming out; maybe we’ll try for some more subjects…

Banker horse Equus ferus caballus seen through sparse winter grasses on Shackleford Banks, NC

Public Service Announcement

This is just a little reminder, for your sake and ours: Nature photography benefits from doing things correctly. Today, we’re going to talk about shooting through windshields. As easy as it might be, as convenient as it might be, despite the fact that your subject may not permit your attempt to avoid it by opening a door or window and leaning out, don’t shoot through windshields.

northern mockingbird Mimus polyglottos on fence, photographed through windshield
Here’s the deal: While we can see through windshields with minimal negative effect, this is because the lenses in our eyes have a very small surface area – not so for camera lenses. So the light that strikes our camera lens has passed through much larger portions of the windshield, at varying angles, and light passing through glass (or any transparent substance, polycarbonate, acrylic, whatever) at an angle gets bent, just like a lens does. This means some of the light coming into your lens has been altered by varying degrees, and it’s far worse the greater the angle – this is also why aquarium or terrarium photography can have issues, unless you take care to ensure that you’re shooting straight on through the glass, perpendicular to the light path or parallel to the focal plane (the digital sensor or film.) It’s next to impossible to get straight on through a windshield, since they’re always angled up significantly and usually curved themselves.

Not to mention that the treatment of the glass to temper it also introduces a color cast, which might be increased by glare reducing chemicals as well.

northern mockingbird Mimus polyglottos on fence, photographed through no intervening glass.
So clarity will always take a hit, and the color will be shifted, and overall, you’re going to get much worse results than if you get that extra glass out of the way, like here. At the same time, you don’t have to deal with the smudges and oil streaks and residue that sits on every windshield all of the time.

northern mockingbird Mimus polyglottos looking stern
So what are you not gonna do?

Walkabout recommends: Hogfather

This has actually been recommended before, at about this time of year, and I’m a little remiss in not making this a full post, especially two weeks ago or more to give people a chance to get it on their own. You can get it rushed to you in time for the new year, at least.

cover of Hogfather DVDThe movie in question is Hogfather, based on the novel of the same name by Terry Pratchett, an entry in the Discworld series. Now, this is a tall order in itself, since Pratchett’s writing doesn’t lend itself to easily making the jump over into screenplays, but one can be excused for being more worried that this was a serialization, of sorts, airing as a two-part episode on BBC television. I have to say, for converting a novel into film, this falls only behind Lord of the Rings in visualization, effort, and accuracy, while having a tiny fraction of the budget. Full credit goes to director Vadim Jean, but close on his heels is casting director Emma Style for putting together a fine collection of actors that fulfill their parts wonderfully. Getting Joss Ackland for Mustrum Ridcully (Archchancellor of Unseen University) was excellent, but Michelle Dockery (Downton Abbey) as Susan and Marc Warren as the quintessentially creepy Teatime are near-perfect for their parts. Perhaps the only weakness in the cast is Corporal Nobby Nobbs, because Pratchett’s vague descriptions of him are bound to provide the readers’ own views that are next-to-impossible to fulfill anyway, though Nicolas Tennant nonetheless does an entertaining version.

The reason that I say this is so late is that the Discworld has its own counterparts of our culture, and the Discworld counterpart to our christmas is Hogswatch, presided over by a jolly fat man in a red suit (driving a sleigh pulled by four boars,) the Hogfather. Only, there is a plot afoot to eradicate the Hogfather, which may have dire consequences for all of the Discworld. Now, the Hogfather is an anthropomorphic personification, in essence, imagination made real, just like the Tooth Fairy, the Soul Cake Duck, and Death itself, so one might ask how you could potentially eradicate such a ‘being,’ and Pratchett does a marvelous job of addressing this while opening up much bigger and more philosophical subjects such as the nature of belief. The film progresses through the gradual reveal of the plot machinations, and those with a short attention span might find themselves too confused too often, but patience is a keyword, because it all becomes not just clear in the end, but also an examination of human nature and cultural heritage. Don’t let me give the wrong impression, though, because the story remains paramount and its progression holds our attention while presenting us with the various parallel aspects of the Discworld.

There are two main caveats. The first is the runtime, which clocks in all told at 3 hours and 9 minutes, though it is helpfully broken into two parts and thus may be watched in two sittings as preferred – on DVD or streaming, of course, this may be broken down further. The second caveat is that it was produced in England and, despite this being a fictional universe, the dialect and patois are distinctly British – this is not out of place, given how Ankh-Morpork, the city where most of the story takes place, is remarkably similar to Victorian London, but it does present some challenges from the dialogue at times, perhaps most so from Ridcully (Ackland.)

Michelle Dockery’s portrayal of Susan is exemplary, gradually revealing the special properties that she is disinclined to acknowledge herself, but from her first appearance she displays her critical thinking abilities and no-nonsense approach to matters. Her involvement in the whole affair is perhaps not quite as reluctant as she maintains, and this does eventually bring her into contact with Death – though, not in the manner that you might imagine, and she has her own way of addressing such. Death (voiced wonderfully by Ian Richardson) plays a large and important role in this film, though not very often in fulfillment of its own duties.

The faculty of Unseen University (the Discworld’s premier college of wizardry) also plays a large role, especially when more personifications start to appear, and while Hogfather falls before the other novel in the series that I’ve reviewed, this one served as an integral aspect of the development of the faculty that culminated in that later novel. As I recall, there was more involvement of the wizards in the book than in this film adaptation, which could have been more entertaining it itself, but may also have been sidetracking a little too much, not to mention adding to an already appreciable runtime. ‘Hex’ is nicely depicted though, and there are a few easter eggs here and there for those who are paying attention. It was years before I discovered that Mr Sideney (Nigel Planer) was one of the main actors from The Young Ones. Pratchett himself makes a cameo appearance at the end, as well as being an integral part of the screenplay and production. Meanwhile, listen carefully to Teatime’s holiday wishes right at the end of Part One, and pay attention to the curtains near the very end of the film.

The special effects are not up to par with many other films of the era (this was produced in 2006, after all,) but are not bad in any way, especially for a made-for-TV film; I found the weakest aspect to be the sound effects, yet not in any way distracting. I would have liked a little more variety in the music as well, since the main ‘theme’ of the film repeats quite often, through the DVD menus as well, and it can stay in your head for days. On the other hand, the children that appear are more accurate than nearly every holiday movie out there, and two of the little girls in the department store are adorable, though your grandmother may not agree. In fact, the department store is likely my favorite scene throughout the film (well, scenes, since it is broken up among concurrent plot developments.)

Pratchett’s wry observations of culture and human nature come through from time to time, as evidenced by Death’s manservant Albert reminiscing about his underprivileged childhood, longing for an elaborate rocking horse in a store window:

Albert: Yes, I would have killed for that horse. But you know what? I still hung up my stocking on Hogswatch Eve. And you know why? ‘Cause I… had… hope. Yep. And the next morning, our dad had put in my stocking a little wooden horse that he carved his very own self.

Death: AH, AND THAT WAS WORTH MORE THAN ALL THE EXPENSIVE TOY HORSES IN THE WORLD.

Albert: No, ’cause you’re a selfish little bugger when you’re only seven. It’s only grownups that think like that.

Yet the real strength of Hogfather, and the reason why I’m glad this one of Pratchett’s novels was chosen for this treatment (a few others came along later, probably based on the response to this,) is that underneath it all, it examines how humans take our world around us and turn it into something else. I’ve posted about this before, but we have the tendency to almost dismiss what is in favor of what seems better to us, to the point that the facts of the matter can often be considered rude or ‘unfeeling.’ There are so many aspects of how we live in a fantasy and assiduously avoid reality that it’s almost disturbing, and while the story doesn’t decry this per se, it nonetheless hints at how often it occurs, and that it’s a facet of human nature. For better or for worse? Well, that depends on the ultimate effect, doesn’t it?

Hogfather has been a holiday staple in our household for years now, much better than much of the schmaltz that many people want to consider their holiday tradition, and perhaps you won’t adopt it in the same manner, but it’s at least worth a viewing to see an alternate depiction as well as a suspenseful crime story. And it’s a good introduction to the Discworld series of books, as well.

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