… and spell your name right.
It’s the end of the month, natch (does anyone say “natch” anymore?) and so we are beholden, through the ancient rituals of this here blogareenie, to feature an abstract image of some kind, far too often a quite poor one. But we’re a little bit better off this month, because we have this:
I’m not going to tell you what
Just for giggles, since I got an eclectic selection today, some of which are going to appear tomorrow morning.
The day was quite warm, nice spring weather, and the Carolina anoles (Anolis carolinensis) knew it of course.
This is the post for the lamp alongside the front walk, which continues to host many anoles both around the base and within, as you can see here – the hole
These photos are absolute crap, and I apologize – they would have been discarded (or indeed, never taken at all) if it weren’t for what they show. But shooting at an oblique angle through double-pane glass will do that, though I had no other options. I consider myself lucky to have witnessed this, as brief as it was, and this was actually the second time – the first occurred
It’s been a couple of weeks now since I got these shots, having set them aside for a writeup, and I’m finally getting to it now. Don’t judge. Or judge all you want, because I’m not paying attention anyway.
While alongside the creek that forms the east edge of the property, I noticed a large yellow-bellied slider (Trachemys scripta scripta) drifting in the water, and
I’d put off this sort a little too long, especially since I’m getting new pics pretty much daily, so I had to slog through over 1,700 images this time – it took a while. But naturally, I ran across a few to feature that I hadn’t immediately put to a blog post, and here we are.
This… is a sparrow. I think. What species of sparrow, I
Just a couple of additions from early this morning – the Estate Find posts are written a day or two beforehand so I can keep to my schedule, but this morning had good conditions so I extended it a bit.
I woke up a little before sunrise, when I really should be waking up but I’m usually up too late the night before (or earlier that same morning,) so it often doesn’t happen.
Another winter storm rolled in this week, but less severe than predicted – what we ended up getting was sleet and freezing rain, enough to coat everything but not much more than that. Not long after sunrise the sun had broken through the clouds, but soon afterward the sky became solid overcast and remained that way until just before sundown – I had gotten out before
I’m talking about me in the title, since I finally got around to a task which I’ve had planned – well, mostly – for weeks. I have to credit this to the holiday, celebrated the 3rd Tuesday in February after an election year where you realize far too many of your fellow citizens are utter fucking morons, which is If It Goes Another Day You’re A Worthless
Nothing exciting this week – with the exception of what’s already been posted, it’s been slow here, with a lot of rain, and believe me, I don’t consider Canada geese (Branta canadensis) anything remarkable. That said, as they started moving from the lower pond to the main pond right out back, we decided to see if we could habituate them a little
“Red” is the wildly unoriginal name we’ve tentatively given to the female red-shouldered hawk (Buteo lineatus) that hunts in the yard – we should do better, but it’s what we twigged onto to give updates: “Red’s out on the pole,” and, “Red’s perched in the backyard.” The male remains nameless, mostly because