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 The handful of leftover pics I had slotted to throw up here are now superseded by the ones I actually got today, and there’s just a few, so settle in.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
The thick snow and the frozen pond caused a near=total cessation of involvement at the pond edge – no ducks, no geese, no nutrias, no beavers. Just some grackles and blackbirds. We dropped some corn on the edges and across the ice a little, just in case, but even the trail that someone had blazed through the ice had refrozen completely over.
I witnessed a quick pass yesterday around midday,
Last year, following the one freezing rain storm that we’d received, I went out and did the above shot because the conditions were right, and I suddenly thought, Hey – I should revisit that in these conditions, and so I took my mug out to the top of the same grill and did
