It’s that time of the year, the time when the critters are getting more active and birthing their bebbies and all that, so we revisit our now-annual post on the topic of wildlife rehabilitation, in the hopes that it helps someone out there handle their unexpected situation a little bit better. Below begins the content first written in 2013 and still quite topical.
I used to work in this field
I mentioned in the previous post about the possible explanation for the raised water levels in the pond, and The Girlfriend and I went out in the kayaks today to check things out. I would say the mystery is adequately solved.
That’s the edge of the kayak peeking in there, as it sat against the top of an impressive beaver dam, one that measured better than six meters in length
Perhaps having read my previous post where I dumped on February for being so dismal and rainy, it responded by producing a quite nice day today, as in, no jacket required, so take, take me home. The handful of leftover pics I had slotted to throw up here are now superseded by the ones I actually got today, and there’s just a few, so settle in.
We need to start with, the weeping willow (Salix
The other day (well, eight days ago) when The Girlfriend and I were out doing various property tasks, she came across three nearly identical finds that remain a small mystery, one I may be attempting to solve as I find the means to do so. To wit:
Right in one of the paths through the less-traveled sections of the property, she came up with this, the carapace of, most likely, a common
Just two this time, even though the last sorting session was pretty hefty – I just featured most of what I liked at the time that I took them (well, in a reasonable time frame thereafter, anyway.) So we only have these:
One of several images taken of a roseate spoonbill (Platalea ajaja) while at Sylvan
I’m supposed to be working on the weekly post right now, but I heard a noise outside and, since it was nearly 11 PM, I thought I’d check – you only get one chance to be eaten by a bear, you know? Though despite my cavalier attitude in the preceding sentence, I was cautious and went out slowly,
Once again, we find ourselves (that’s the royal “we,” not [necessarily] including you) on Darwin Day, without anything prepared to show for it. I have long maintained that we should be celebrating the scientist on some other day than his birthday, since the dead of winter is a hard time to find topical content. The fictional readers that I insist are real shoot back that I’m
The day is quite warm today, as in, no jacket required, and The Girlfriend and I were checking out the property, mostly tallying the beaver activity, which will come along in a later post since it’s on video. But right near where the ibis had snagged the suspicious, eel-looking thing, I was remarking about
“Hey, you mook,” I hear you saying, “that was last year’s weekly topic. We’re done with that now.” But no, not when we’re greeted with this this morning.
That’s a white ibis, or American white ibis if you prefer (Eudocimus albus,) perched in a tree on the edge of the pond, and while it’s not the first I’ve seen
