It’s been six days…

… since we last had an anole – that’s an awfully long time.

Not many opportunities for photos recently, but that may be corrected soon. In the meantime, we have some captures from the other evening, when I glanced out the front door and thought I saw something extra on a lawn decoration. It had moved by the time I could get the camera in hand, but at least I’d confirmed that I wasn’t seeing things.

juvenile Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis in bowl of lawn ornament
Let me set the stage here. The item in question is a balancing metal bird thingy of The Girlfriend’s, and what you see is the bowl and the support stem of the balancing part – as well as a very small juvenile Carolina anole (Anolis carolinensis.) This was shot not long before sunset in ambient light, thus the grey nature of it, though I did use the flash as well, which made it look to be well after nightfall.

juvenile Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis with flash
The thing is, this ornament stands all by itself in the middle of the lawn well away from all of the thicker plants and good cover that these lizards adore, so this is a rather odd place to see it. I can only assume that it selected this because it’s one of the few spots in the front lawn that gets dependable sun at this time of year, and it’s been chilly enough that the anoles are getting sluggish. This hypothesis is supported by the dark coloration, able to maximize absorption of the UV energy, though by this time the sun wasn’t hitting anything on the property except the tops of some trees. Yet, I would have though that the metal would lose its heat, and the anole’s as well, too quickly, so maybe this isn’t a working theory.

I was more concerned about even a minor breeze springing up and the ornament starting to spin or rock, not an ideal thing for such a small reptile wrapped around the pivot point, and I was considering removing the balancing portion entirely as long as the lizard was there. Thankfully, a little later on the anole had shifted to a safer spot.

juvenile Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis out of danger zone now
Again, nothing really handy for scale, but I suspect it’s reasonably evident anyway. I think the rod that the anole is enamored with is about 6mm in diameter. Suffice to say this is one of the smallest specimens around Walkabout Estates, weighing about as much as two average leaves. Though it’s rude to talk about weight…

Not even a work day

Well, not for maybe 50% of the work force, anyway. If you have to work that day, well, make the most of it.

Once again, just when things are looking their darkest, the holiday rolls around – yes, tomorrow is National Grouch Day, and we all know who we are – now everyone else not only gets to know it, they have to tolerate it and stick their chipper outlooks up their asses. All of the pessimists, the cynics, the cranks, and even the bloateds and the constipateds are in our element tomorrow – not like we had to have a special day to rain on parades and pop balloons, but at least there’s a chance the sunshineys will tone it down a bit.

Hah! Yeah, right. We’re lucky anyone’s even heard of the day, despite repeated efforts, so it’s up to us to celebrate it the best way we know how: by dragging everyone else down to our level, and even ensuring that we don’t forget it ourselves. None of us need the help in this regard, but just in case, I’ve compiled another list of actions we can take to spread the bad jeer:

  • Remind people of the really bad plays from their favorite sports team
  • Cut your own hair. With scissors. And no mirror
  • Mismeasure the coffee
  • Fold under the edge of that throw rug, every time you pass it
  • Cough a lot during meetings
  • Use your mouse, touchpad, or phone with sticky fingers – bonus points if it’s silicone caulk
  • Put a few drops of ammonia in the scented candles
  • Bring a squeaky toy to your cubicle
  • Park carts randomly in the grocery store
  • Put binder clips in your back pockets for the day
  • Let the kids have those permanent markers
  • Play ‘random formula’ with your spreadsheets
  • Scatter caraway seeds randomly around the kitchen
  • Wear that bra you should have discarded – you know the one
  • Say, “Didn’t they get arrested for child porn last night?” every time someone mentions a celebrity
  • Reset all passwords to those ‘ultra secure’ kind
  • Use tools from the dollar store
  • Load every 20th sheet of paper in the printer cockeyed
  • Let the kids put together your playlist
  • Tell someone to stay in the bathroom until you’ve found the snake. Walk away
  • Shift the color register of your monitor and everyone else’s
  • Keep shifting your gaze just past someone’s shoulder in shock
  • But you know what? I’ve provided these nearly every year, and not only have I never received a donation for the efforts, no one’s even commented about how well they worked. Makes me wonder why I bother. Maybe next year I’ll do a podcast with some really shitty editing and random volume changes – no, that’s not part of the list and you can’t use it.

    Whatever. We’re stuck with the normies, no matter what we do. And I need to tell you those pants aren’t flattering at all.

    grumpy snapper

    Here’s why, part 5: G-g-g-ghosts!

    Once again we delve into the question of why science doesn’t seem to take a particular subject seriously, and this one was appropriate for the month. Countless websites – some frivolously, some seriously – are featuring and soliciting their own selections of ghost stories, and of course there are (or were) various video series showing intrepid investigators sussing out the spirits inhabiting the creepy locales of choice; I admit to never watching any of them and only catching their antics peripherally. Personally, I consider the belief in ghosts – not just the delight in stories, mind you, but the actual standpoint that they’re indicative of something else – to be a strong evidence that critical thinking capabilities are sadly lacking. Nonetheless, we’ll take a look at this from the more scientific approach, because that’s what the topic is intended to address. So let’s see why these stories are not treated as something worth investigating.

    The mind/soul aspect. The entire premise relies upon the concept that the mind, or soul or life force or what-have-you, exists beyond the point of physical death, coherently and with deliberate actions of varying degrees. This is multi-layered all on its own, but to be brief, there remains no evidence whatsoever that this could possibly be the case. Where the idea came from could be endlessly speculated upon (which we’ll touch on below,) but it’s no secret that religion hypes this aspect as a principle trait, though the nature of it, and the reasons behind why this would be a trait, vary from religion to religion. Given the cultural emphasis on souls and life after death, though, it’s easy to see why so many people feel that it’s a plausible concept.

    Physically, though, the ‘mind’ is entwined with the brain, and cannot even be defined dependably. It suffers from damages or even temporary chemical alterations to the tissue, it degrades over time, and it changes constantly – even with the bare act of ‘remembering’ past events. Life experiences can vanish entirely through trauma, and there even remains the idea that we don’t ‘record’ or ‘experience’ events, but interpret them according to our own particular inclinations – amusingly, the reaction to strange occurrences like a creaking house is a prime example. So by what method or physical force is this supposed to suddenly transcend the physical limitations at death?

    There’s more to this too. The brain collates the input from all of our senses – indeed, this is entirely what ‘memory’ is made up of – and gives these appropriate weights and importance according to the biological imperative: we find someone attractive, we like this smell because it indicates good sustenance, we dislike this person because they threaten us in some way, real or imagined. The brain improves the function of the body, which is mostly concerned with survival and reproduction, and virtually all of our senses, desires, and bare thought processes are at least colored by these, but very often driven entirely to those ends. Without a physical body, the brain/mind really has nothing to so. Moreover, it has no method of interpreting the ‘outside’ world at all – is a ghost supposed to see without eyes, hear without ears? How, and why? Do they need to be aware of some supernatural threat, like the ghosts of wolves or something? Should they find someone attractive, or even annoying?

    Then there’s basic physics. Our bodies only function with the constant metabolism of chemical energy, and our brains convert this into electrical impulses – without these, the whole edifice crashes irretrievably. Again, we can see the effects of this easily, even to the point of noticing that poor nutrition is linked to poor cognitive development. Yet after death, this input suddenly isn’t needed, and the mind can continue to function in some way, up to and including in a completely human manner? If this was possible, why would the living body be so constrained and crippled by the necessity of this sustenance?

    Which brings up the supernatural ‘intentions’ aspect: it must be god that’s doing it, for reasons that we can’t fathom but continue to insist are there anyway (so many arguments in such situations aren’t reasoned explanations, but mere clutching at straws.) This is where the whole afterlife thing comes in – except that ghosts specifically depart this entire plan, regardless of what it is, and continue to function with no apparent end in sight. Does it make sense that whatever deity we want to name imbues the soul with this self-motive function, outside of physics, but then allows it to thwart the rules? We often hear the phrases, “unfinished business,” or, “interrupted life,” in regards to hauntings, but without the ability to complete these, it’s a self-defeating idea, and more than a little sadistic from a creator that leaves things hanging in that manner.

    The appearance. Lots of fun with this one. Even if we cavalierly accept the idea that these disembodied minds are functioning for unknown reasons in unknown methods, why are they even human looking? Why do they appear in ‘period dress’ so often? Does a ghost even have need of arms, much less an apron or boots? The immediate argument is often along the lines of, “That’s what they’re used to,” but are they also used to vanishing to unknown places or walking through walls? Not eating, not sleeping, basically ‘existing’ in this manner for a few seconds at a time and then spending the rest of it, what? But despite these distinct factors, ghosts still feel obligated to put the waistcoats on? Is it supposed to make the living feel more at ease for those periods between their sudden inexplicable appearances and disappearances? Pay attention to the various stories, and see if you can determine the rules of engagement.

    This says nothing of the various ghost ships and buses and whatnot, which demonstrate that no one has made the slightest effort to critically examine these phenomena. Does the merchant vessel have a soul, based upon its memories of being an inanimate wood structure? Hey, at least trees are living, but I have yet to find a story of those ghosts, much less cows and beetles. And what kind of unfinished business does the bus have? Is it tormented by not completing that one particular run to Ixtapan de la Sal? Should I be worrying that my keyboard can feel anxiety?

    The bare physics of appearance is problematic as well. What we see is light – that’s it; we know how our eyes work, and they’re specific to a pretty narrow portion of the spectrum as well. To see an apparition – especially one with specific details and capable of fooling us that it’s real – it would have to have a physical existence to reflect this light in perfectly normal ways, including colors and textures. Which most people don’t even fully understand, much less could consciously or unconsciously duplicate faithfully. Worse, most of the ghost photos and recordings that exist fail to correspond with a great many of the stories, where witnesses could dependably and in great detail describe the appearance and dress of the ghost, yet what’s captured on film/video are more often blobs and shadows and other such incredibly vague shapes, as well as whispery indistinct noises. Why the disparity? Film and video also work in very distinct ways that we’re intimately familiar with, and so their ability to capture things that were, “not visible by anyone standing there,” is entirely backwards – film and video typically capture less than we can see, not more, and only in narrow circumstances can they capture portions of the spectrum that we cannot detect ourselves – this ability was certainly lacking in print films from even the last couple of decades, and films that could capture near-infrared, for example, render their images in visibly different ways. And while audio recording can be capable of capturing levels that we struggle with, they still rely on air pressure, plain ol’ physical vibrations, somehow produced without benefit of vocal cords or even lungs.

    But what if it’s all in the mind? Yeah, that’s kind of my point.

    No, what we mean is, what if the appearance and sound of ghosts is simply ‘implanted’ in the witnesses’ minds by the ghostly life force, instead of being physical? This has been suggested from time to time when believers are confronted with the contradictions, but it requires a) the development of this ability after death, and b) the intention and/or activation of the property for those interactions with the witness, generally briefly and to no apparent purpose. The whole Obi-Wan force ghost thing is a nice concept, manifesting for a specific and important goal, but 99% of ghost stories are fleeting glimpses, on rare occasions involving trivial vocal statements – but the ghost still has to get dressed to do this? And let me tell you, if I’m going to make a conscious ‘appearance’ in someone’s mind, I would not look like I do now – one lifetime is enough.

    The weakness of the evidence. Despite the plethora of ghost stories that abound, throughout centuries and cultures and so on, there remains very little in the form of incontrovertible evidence. The vast majority are, naturally, stories, folklore handed down within cultures, often very specific subcultures, and there remains nothing that you can do with a story – it may be true, it may be false, it may be an honest mistake, it may be a hallucination. Just the bare fact that there is no way to determine if something is entirely made up makes all of them worthless – you can’t winnow down to the ‘useful’ ones. Like with UFOs, it is often argued that they can’t all be fake/hoaxes/et cetera – but it’s impossible to prove this. Moreover, such stories don’t even have to be fake, and can easily be simple mistakes blown out of proportion by suggestibility and wishful thinking – more on this below.

    Little else exists, really. There are photos and video, but as indicated above, most of those are so vague that they’re not corroborative in any way, and it remains remarkably easy to fake such a thing, to say nothing of the myriad ways to record something not exactly physical – I can demonstrate this simply by aiming a camera into the sun, or capturing something well out of focus. As I said above, I don’t watch ghost hunter programs, but what little I’ve seen peripherally has been laughably inept, easy to fake and far too often a ridiculous misinterpretation of the ‘evidence.’ Waving an EMF meter around is good theater but execrable science, since we’re surrounded constantly by electromagnetic fields – it’s how our smutphones can be used anywhere, and is even emitted by a simple electrical outlet. That, in and of itself, is enough to force anyone with a basic understanding of science to roll their eyes and change channels.

    Plenty of this ‘evidence’ is never examined by anyone with even a passing knowledge of investigation, or of the media involved – I’ve seen spiderwebs, drifting in front of the camera and illuminated by infra-red LEDS, passed off as ghosts, to say nothing of those that have no idea how easy it is to make an ‘orb.’ Industry techs know that magnetic tape (such as audio and video tapes) can never be fully erased, so reused tapes can easily contain traces of previous recordings, a major shortcoming of security cameras that keep recycling the same media. Even bugs on a lens, well out of focus, can create a mysterious shadow. If any investigator doesn’t know about these and much more besides, they shouldn’t call themselves an investigator. At all.

    Moreover, people really do hallucinate, hear voices, see things, have waking dreams, and so on. Most of these are trivial, some are indications of health issues, and a few are serious mental illness. They often seem real enough to the witness, as our dreams do until we wake up. The way that we differentiate these, and demonstrate the creative and capricious nature of our minds? With a lack of physical, corroborative evidence…

    It’s unclear what there is to investigate. Accounts are sporadic and random, even when numerous locales are considered, “most haunted.” Most accounts are only of an apparition, and impart no information beyond a visual phenomena which may not actually exist (more below.) In those rare accounts when a ghost speaks, it reveals no esoteric information – many consider ghosts to be unaware that they’re even dead, which makes interviewing them about the afterlife rather pointless, if not actually cruel. Countless rigs of recording equipment and long-term observations have revealed nothing noteworthy beyond a glimmer of something. Few even of the original eyewitnesses are alive anymore, nor seem inclined to present themselves for interviews from beyond the grave, and folklorish accounts cannot be mined for dependable data – it would be hard enough to even determine the original account. In terms of making an actual, controlled study, much less a replicable one, where should anyone start? And it’s unclear what information could be gained from this anyway, considering that witnesses rarely report anything of even trivial value, much less prescience or extra-mortal knowledge.

    Even if we managed to prove that life or mental activity in some manner continues after death (and best of luck with that endeavor,) this doesn’t even support the religious doctrine that anyone might suppose, because far too many religions assert that this occurs, so narrowing it down to the correct one would take a lot more effort.

    But there are so many accounts, and witnesses are so sure of themselves! Usually considered strong evidence, neither of these even comes close. Folklore can instill anything in people’s minds, and the simple idea that more than one person or source recounts it is enough for most people to believe that it’s therefore valid. Slenderman? J. Edgar Hoover’s sartorial choices? Hell, anyone can identify jesus on sight – yet there isn’t one single mention of his appearance anywhere. More specifically, stories get repeated based on how extraordinary they are, and quickly take on a life of their own (ah ha ha.)

    As for witness confidence, there’s a vast difference between how sure someone is and how accurate they may be; one’s a mere emotion, while the other requires supporting facts. Those that have studied eyewitness accounts find that they usually have a distinct degree of inaccuracy to them, even to the point of being completely false – not necessarily through any conscious intention (hoaxing,) but through suggestibility and the mere desire for events to be a certain way. When someone complains that science doesn’t investigate ghost stories, they miss the overwhelming evidence that such things have indeed been researched, extensively, and the weakness of eyewitness accounts is a major stumbling block – see link at bottom. And as indicated above, they’re stories, with the minuscule weight that these have. Which leads to the next bit:

    The psychological aspect. I am nowhere near qualified to speak at length on such matters, yet what little I do know could take several more paragraphs. We’ve already touched on suggestibility and the desire to relate extraordinary stories, which are significant factors that should always be considered right from the start. There is also the tendency for people to find human faces, shapes, and behavior in the slightest circumstances; moreover, a human shape is the thing that scares us the most, on a par with snakes and spiders to those with such phobias. We can get a huge startle reaction from a coat hung at shoulder level, if we’re not expecting it. Not only do horror movies exploit this routinely, it’s been an aspect of our fiction for centuries, and could well go much further back than that. Explanations for this are only speculative, to the best of my knowledge, but it’s safe to say that we’ll find a human shape with only the barest suggestion.

    It’s also safe to say that those enamored of ghost stories will interpret countless experiences as supportive, far more than anyone who isn’t so inclined. Years back when my last cat passed away and the apartment was empty except for myself, I was surprised to hear how many creaks and thumps there were, which I had previously put down to the cats moving around. It should be noted that this was a duplex townhouse less than two decades old, and was extremely unlikely to have any history of deaths – naturally, a much older and more worn building is exponentially more likely to be making noise. At another point, I had also been staying in a truly old house for several days when a friend stopped by, and avowed that the place gave them the creeps. I’d noticed nothing at all, and found the place quite cozy. It might have been making extensive creaking and groaning noises the entire time, and I never noticed because it was fully expected from a house so old.

    We, as a species, suffer from weak and unfocused peripheral vision, as well as optical phenomena like ‘floaters’ and merely seeing a reflection from the corner of an eye. If we’re already on edge from being in a ‘creepy’ place, how much effort do you think it takes to believe these are somehow not normal?

    Hallucinations and dreams/nightmares cannot be discounted; we’re well aware that these are common, and while believers may find the mere mention of these to be disparaging, it’s a poor investigator that dismisses them automatically, especially when we have healthy documentation of things like sleep paralysis (virtually always recounted as not occurring during sleep, even when all the hallmarks are there) and the ‘third man factor.‘ Having our senses altered chemically is also a consideration, especially when we, as a species, are particularly enamored with doing so, whether it be a mere glass of wine or taking twice as many painkillers as recommended because, “they’ll work faster” (no they won’t.) We all know people who go a lot farther than that, as well. Should these dismiss any such ghost stories? No. Should we then treat them as perfectly accurate? Also no. The wise choice is to examine the accounts critically, but we should recognize that we already know countless mundane explanations; to call something paranormal, all of the potential normal causes should be effectively ruled out first.

    We fear death, which is unsurprising; any species that didn’t probably wouldn’t (didn’t) last long. But curiously, we deny death, unwilling to accept that everything about a person vanishes when they die. We mourn, and feel that unmistakable empty feeling whenever we realize that can never see them or hear them again. It’s not hard to see that any claim that death is not a complete end eases this pain, and is accepted uncritically because we really want to hear it. I’ve been in countless religious discussions and the importance of the afterlife was not just a common theme, it rated among the most important, a clear factor against atheism – even when everyone understood why it’s hard to believe in. Ghost stories are that ‘proof’ of an afterlife that so many seek, even when they don’t tie in with any religious claims of what happens therein.

    But what about the appearance of grandma, from someone who never met her before she died? Those are certainly damning, aren’t they? (Sorry.) But again, they’re stories, and, ‘story’ can still mean, ‘hoax.’ If we intend to treat the topic seriously, this means that interviewing the witness should be done as meticulously as police officers during interrogation – probably even stronger. First off, are we to believe that someone giving their accounts provided aspects of appearance in such detail that they couldn’t be mistaken about anyone else? Can you describe someone you met for ten seconds or so well enough to pin them down? Because this is a routine stumbling block with eyewitnesses to crimes – again, we’re well aware of these traits – so accepting any ghost story without such efforts is simply not taking the idea seriously. Can we be sure that the witness had no other source of information? Did others provide clues or details, inadvertently or by feeding the witness? (“Did she have little wire-rim glasses?”) There are, naturally, no pictures of grandma sitting on the mantlepiece or in a photo album on the coffee table, correct?

    Very, very few so-called ‘investigators’ ever put this kind of effort into their work. Probably with good reason: most of their remarkable evidence would therefore vanish into thin air. There are a few that actually do – and they’re roundly disparaged because they’ve called too many accounts into serious question. But isn’t that what they were supposed to do?

    The answer is actually, “No.” When someone has a favored idea, when someone loves reading and recounting ghost stories, they’re very frequently not at all welcoming to facts that diminish or dismiss such stories. We’re far too prone, as a species, to wanting indulgence, not accuracy; we’ll give extraordinary weight to ‘eyewitness confidence,’ and completely ignore inconsistencies or missing details. These are also well known, revealed by scientific studies – and part of the reason why those astounding ghost stories are far less impressive to those that understand human nature better.


    If you want to know how a real investigation is performed, this paper and this paper go into specific detail and produce better answers than any paranormal investigator out there. Especially in the first, note how the investigator, who is also the witness, carefully analyzes what is being experienced without jumping to conclusions.

    And anyone that deals even passingly with eyewitness accounts should be intimately familiar with the work of Dr Elizabeth Loftus, and while this video deals only peripherally with the kind of accounts that we’re addressing here, the overall message is crucial. I believe it was one of her earlier experiments, featured in a science magazine in the 80s, that helped foster my interest in [obsession with] critical thinking.

    Visibly different, part 41

    brown pelican Pelecanus occidentalis soaring over rough water
    Our opening image this week comes from Florida in 2004, a grab shot as a brown pelican (Pelecanus occidentalis) launched itself away upon sighting me. The day was near-overcast and windy, and the pelican was just emerging from under deep shadows of the causeway bridge, visible as the blue banding in the lower half of the frame. I was never enamored of the shot, thinking it looked like a processing error from the odd color registers, but then wondered, since it was almost monochrome anyway, if perhaps it should be helped along that route? The subtleties of the waves couldn’t hide the nice textures, and there was no mistaking that it was a pelican anyway, so why not?

    Some cropping and selective contrast adjustments produced something that soon became one of my monochrome prints:

    brown pelican Pelecanus occidentalis in monochrome
    This is one of the ways in which digital editing has it all over darkroom work, because using the Curves function allowed me to change the contrast in very specific registers within the image, boosting the subtle differences in the waves to bring the textures out while keeping the pelican’s contrast largely the same. The stormy mood of it became a lot stronger without the color, and of course I could position the pelican where I liked within the frame, making the angle of those wings work better in the composition while minimizing that high contrast breaker right beneath. There are really only two things in the entire frame, a banking pelican and the rough waters, but the contrast helps both of them convey more of the mood, and the missing shoreline now suggested that it could be anywhere at sea.

    And then, just now, I did another small variation:

    brown pelican Pelecanus occidentalis in overextended contrast monochrome
    This would be too far in most cases, yet now it’s no longer a photograph, but virtually a pen-and-ink (don’t ask me why that’s an artistic term, like you’d be using a pen without the ink) rendering, trying out how it looked as a vertical composition as well. The sea is beyond forbidding, almost palpable and monstrous, becoming an equal subject with the pelican rather than a setting. You get the impression, or at least I do, that the pelican is nowhere near high enough above something that looks like that.

    Anyway, I thought it was an interesting set of results from an image that I almost discarded for not passing muster. I’m like one of those teachers in a made-for-TV movie that sees the potential in a juvenile delinquent and saves them from themselves. Or is that being too dramatic?

    Branching out

    author's design of telephoto lens grip
    This has been a while in the making, but not half as long as I’d imagined it might be. Short story: I now have a new page up with some 3D printed accessories for nature photography.

    These are my own designs, except where they’re remixes of someone else’s designs, and I expect that page to be updated semi-regularly – there’s a definite benefit to creating my own accessories, and hopefully others can get some use out of them as well.

    I’ve been considering getting a 3D printer for some time, but was reluctant because of both the cost, and the factor of learning even more software for designing the necessary files. But this past March, I found someone selling off a Printrbot Simple Metal printer for a much lower price than I’d figured I’d have to spend, and since that time I’ve been hashing it all out. I won’t say that this is an easy thing to get into, because decent prints can take a lot of fussing around, and I’ve been doing adjustments right from the start. However, this is the kind of problem-solving I can get into, and it’s damn cool fabricating things, even when just using someone else’s designs. Meanwhile, this basic used printer has undergone several different upgrades including improved fans, a lighting system, a larger power source, and a heated bed.

    Now that I’m starting to get the hang of the 3D design software (Blender,) I’ve been finalizing my own stuff, which is what I’ve linked. I can tell you, the telephoto lens grip seen in the photo is a significant benefit, something I’ve been trying to work out how to create for years, and this wasn’t even the avenue I was considering. It’s pretty damn cool, and I’m hooked.

    New designs will of course appear on that page, and will probably be posted here as well. And if you have the inclination, check out the rest of Thingiverse.com as well – it’s one of the premier websites for uploaded 3D files, and I’ve printed dozens (hundreds?) of things from there.

    preserved alien fetusAs a bit of trivia, 3D printers can utilize a wide variety of materials, but the common, consumer models usually use simple plastic filaments, most often PLA (poly-lactic acid) – this is essentially corn starch, and is biodegradable. Which is good, because you go through a lot trying to get the feel for such jobs. And while it sounds like it wouldn’t be terribly durable, I can vouch that it’s as tough as many plastics, and inexpensive. You don’t want to know how many knickknacks I have on my desk, or the kind of things that I’ve made for others…

    Snoozing in the sun

    I have a post coming up that revolves around some updates, which then required more updates, so this is dragging out longer than intended, but it should be along soon. For now, we have a capture during a break today, the same trumpet flower plant from the previous post (whose occupant is still hanging about, undoubtedly thinking more mantids will be along soon.) This time, the subject remained as it was while I got the camera.

    Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis sunning itself on trumpet flower Brugmansia, with shadow
    That needs to be a print for sure. Sometimes it just works out.

    Think I missed it

    Out watering the plants and doing my routine check in the backyard this evening, I found not only the fat green treefrog (Dryophytes cinereus) on the trumpet flower that I photographed a few nights ago, but a Carolina mantis not too far away on the same plant. Carolina mantises are much smaller than the Chinese and this was not an impressive specimen, perhaps topping 6cm. Having seen too few of these this year, I went in and grabbed the camera as soon as I was done with the watering to get a few pics, noting as I did so that this wasn’t the safest location for the mantis, being within 25cm of the frog.

    On my return, there was no sign of either, and it had only been a couple of minutes – neither species tends to move around that much. Then I found the treefrog.

    green treefrog Dryophytes cinereus on bud for trumpet flower Brugmansia
    This was not at all where it had been, but just underneath the spot where the mantis had been (that’s a flower bud that it’s clinging to, by the way.) This did not bode well for the mantis, but I commenced a careful check of the surroundings in case it had effected an escape – the treefrog’s change in position seemed to indicate that it had at least taken a shot.

    But there was no sign of the mantis, and as I observed the frog, it made a little ‘lip smack,’ a motion that they often do after eating something – perhaps it helps to work the meal down or something; I’ve seen the anoles do it too. Since it repeated this behavior every fifteen seconds or so, it took a few tries but I managed to capture it.

    green treefrog Dryophytes cinereus doing 'lip smack' motion
    I have no other way of determining the mantid’s fate, but I consider this pretty solid evidence that it became a treefrog’s repast. Of course it happened between observations, when I was already aware of the potential. Ah well – that’s how it goes.

    Just because, part 50

    great egret Ardea alba with little snack of a fish
    I was over at the neighborhood pond today doing a few tests, and had a great egret (Ardea alba) spooked by one of the ubiquitous dog-walkers fly over close to my position, then continually stalk closer. I would credit this to my amazing abilities to remain unseen, had I not been far from motionless in plain sight and talking to The Girlfriend on the phone during the egret’s approach. So I’m crediting it instead to a hungry bird that was reasonably used to people.

    It’s funny: I’ve long known that, when in pursuit of food, herons and egrets focus almost entirely on that and ignore how close people are getting, as long as it’s a slow and unobtrusive approach, but there are also personalities among individuals, regardless of species, where some aren’t too concerned about humans while some won’t allow anyone within 25 meters, and thankfully this was one of the former. The image is with the long lens and cropped of course, but the bird was still within five meters by its own efforts. I can always work with that.

    Eagles and lesser

    I’m finally getting around to posting ‘part two’ of the Jordan Lake outing mentioned earlier, which is not the Jordan Lake outing from yesterday, which yielded only cruel juvenile woodpeckers. I had to split up the photos because there were too many, and so we get to the more specific topic of raptors.

    The outing started out with a lot of promise, given this appearance within ten minutes of arrival.

    adult bald eagle Haliaeetus leucocephalus cruising overhead
    I don’t even have to tell you this is an Haliaeetus leucocephalus, what the great unwashed know as a “bald eagle,” and better than four years old because anyone can tell you it’s a bald eagle, meaning it has its post-4-year white head and tail, unlike the next couple that we’ll see. Unfortunately, even though it passed directly overhead, it did so from the direction of the blerk-y sky and thus is far from an impressive frame. It gets a little better.

    Not two minutes later, we could see others wheeling nearby, seeming to stay in the immediate area (meaning within a few hundred meters, which is close in regard to circling raptors.)

    first year juvenile bald eagle Haliaeetus leucocephalus overhead during molt
    This is a first year juvenile eagle, again distinguished by the coloration, but undergoing a molt which has left the trailing edges of the wings completely ratty-looking – no, this was before the hurricane and not evidence of any form of distress. You can determine this by the uniformity: birds tend to molt their feathers in matched pairs, left and right, to avoid uneven lift, so when you see shorter feathers that match on both sides, the bird is only molting.

    Since they tended to disappear behind trees in their circles, the fact that there were two the same age could easily have been disguised, if it wasn’t for the non-matching conditions of their wings

    first year juvenile bald eagle Haliaeetus leucocephalus not molting
    Siblings? Possibly – certainly this year’s brood, and they were hanging out together in harmony, so this seems likely. But this one has wings that largely look the way they’re supposed to, and by that token appears healthier to us, even though this is meaningless.

    We’ll take a moment to feature the other two raptors photographed on this outing, because they did nothing of interest.

    possibly juvenile red-tailed hawk Buteo jamaicensis soaring in distance
    This is a red-tailed hawk (Buteo jamaicensis,) probably a third the size of the eagles even though it’s the largest of the hawks in the area (the vultures outclass them though.) Something doesn’t seem quite right about the coloration and I suspect this is also a juvenile, though redtails can display a lot of variation in adult plumage, so I’m not committing to this and want to keep things casual. The day was quite windy with strong updrafts, so even the lazy redtails could soar with little effort.

    It disappeared over some trees and, a few minutes later, this one appeared from the same general area

    red-shouldered hawk Buteo lineatus wheeling against blue sky
    This, however, is a red-shouldered hawk (Buteo lineatus,) slightly smaller and more energetic than the redtails, but not by much on either account. You can distinguish them in flight by the lack of a dark ‘belt’ band across the belly that the redtails have, and the even barring on the undersides of the wings and tail. You can also distinguish them by call, since redtails have that ubiquitous single ‘eagle scream’ used in every movie and TV show, while redshoulders have a repeating, wailing call, even though it’s nearly the same pitch. Before this appearance, I had heard the calls of a redshoulder and suspected a territorial dispute, though this one seemed to be hunting and not fleeing or pursuing, so who knows?

    That’s all I got for the other species, so now back to the eagles.

    encounter between adult and first year juvenile bald eagles Haliaeetus leucocephalus
    At one point, an adult and the molting juvenile engaged in a wheeling encounter in the air, appearing to chase one another – this can take a little time because such heavy birds don’t twist and dive like smaller birds might, but adjust flight paths in their circling to intercept one another, so even an antagonistic encounter might not appear so at first. This is the full-frame version of one close pass, but we need to go in tighter.

    closer crop of encounter between eagles
    The notable thing about this was, neither had their talons extended as they might in a true territorial dispute, and the juvenile certainly didn’t vacate the area under this provocation – it seemed more like they were playing, though I have no idea if they even do this. Was this a parent ‘priming’ their child for potential aggressive attacks from others? Given the age disparity, I can’t believe it’s linked to mating behavior. Any ornithologists are welcome to weigh in.

    first year juvenile bald eagle Haliaeetus leucocephalus beginning descent
    Seven minutes later, the same juvenile was still wheeling around nearby, and this time the talons were visibly dangling, something that they typically do when about to descend for prey. Yet it wheeled around several times without descending or retracting the talons, and I wish I had a better photo of this from the side where they were more visible, but focus had wandered too far off for those frames and I won’t show them or even admit that I have them, so you’ll have to compare this with other photos above. Eventually, however, it seemed to commit and I tracked the descent, though the only good frame came after the capture.

    first year juvenile bald eagle Haliaeetus leucocephalus climbing out with small catfish
    Ya gotta admit, that’s not too shabby given the distance, which was better than 50 meters. While osprey will slam into the water and then launch themselves back out of it, I’ve only ever seen eagles do a running surface snag, getting nothing more than their feet wet, and one of these days I’ve have the rig dependable enough to capture this on video – it’s in process, even as I type this, but all will be revealed when it’s a working system.

    Overall, I’m pleased with the day’s haul, and it keeps raising the bar for further efforts. You’ll know when I’m successful.

    Still green

    I had a few of these images waiting for an opportunity to write them up (while giving a little space from the last post about them,) and just now, I added some more. The raptors from the previous lake trip are still waiting in the wings – a ha ha ha.

    We’ll start with the oldest, dating back to September 20.

    tiny juvenile green treefrog Dryophates cinereus on iris stem
    tiny juvenile green treefrog Dryophytes cinereus with photographer's fingers for scaleThis minuscule juvenile green treefrog (Dryophytes cinereus) was perched on the stem of the blackberry iris plants in The Jungle, slightly surprising since, from the size, it was a recent hatching and I didn’t think there were any green treefrog tadpoles in the backyard pond, but here we are. I managed to slip my fingers in there for scale to illustrate that this one could fit comfortably on my fingernail, well under 1/6 adult size. So far, it’s been the only one that age that I’ve found.

    adult green treefrog Dryophytes cinereus on hydrangea leaf during day
    Same day but out back on the deck, this adult sat in bright sunlight, which is rare – they tend to avoid both the heat and the light and pick areas that will remain in shadow, and I waited for this one to move but it stayed put all afternoon. I know because I was working on the deck that day, making a racket, which may explain the hungover appearance.

    I’m still monitoring the juvenile Carolina anoles (Anolis carolinensis) living on the oak-leaf hydrangea in The Jungle, and while I spotted some behavior a few weeks back that I was hoping to capture on video, I have yet to see a repeat of it, or indeed much daytime activity, so we have to settle for nighttime finds when they’re tucked in for the evening.

    juvenile Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis awkwardly head down for the night
    I struggled to get a good flash angle on this one, with the result that it doesn’t look half as nestled in as it was, almost obscured under that overhanging leaf – I’m reasonably certain that it did this to combat the chill from the drop in overnight temperatures now, and not from an attempt to hide better, given how often I find them well out in the open.

    juvenile Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis sleeping vertically on rose of Sharon Hibiscus syriacus stem
    This one’s hiding ability was also a bit weak despite the obvious attempt, because the white belly showed up well in the headlamp, but you have to admire the talent to sleep vertically like that and not fall down. The simple act of maneuvering around 90° for a profile angle took more than you might imagine, given the undergrowth and vines throughout that could inadvertently disturb the rose of Sharon that the anole was sleeping upon – it required a big detour around the oak-leaf hydrangea and stepping carefully to get the next frames.

    side view of juvenile Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis on rose of Sharon Hibiscus syriacus
    Anoles are light sleepers, and while I prefer to get them with their eyes closed to carry the thought of snoozing, it doesn’t always happen as they hear me approaching. This one was okay at first, but soon became suspicious.

    side view of juvenile Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis on rose of Sharon Hibiscus syriacus showing color change
    It never moved, and often enough they’ll close their eyes again even as the flash is going off at close range, but this one betrayed its anxiety by undergoing a color change in the 90 seconds between these frames, becoming a little more olive. They seem to turn their palest green at night, and I suspect this helps them gather and maintain body heat and/or dew, but that’s just a guess.

    Around in the backyard, I spotted a bright spot where there shouldn’t have been one, leading to another find.

    adult Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis sleeping within cowbell wind chime
    My attempts at establishing shots with the flash unit and macro lens didn’t fare well, but this is a large iron cowbell-like wind chime that hangs fairly low, the wind sail on the clapper about 25cm off the ground. What you see in the gap is the eye of an adult anole who had gotten inside to sleep, and I don’t know if it leapt up to the clapper from the ground, jumped across from the fence nearby, or shinnied up the hanging crook to come down from above. I had enough trouble just trying to get light in there, and so far, this hiding spot has not been reused.

    Then came both the drastic drop in overnight temperatures, and Hurricane Ian, and I didn’t spot any anoles after that. I was suspecting that they’d found their winter hiding spots, not really sure how late they might appear, but then just tonight I found two of them again, once again out on the oak-leaf hydrangea in The Jungle.

    juvenile Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis sleeping nestled in leaf under dried flowers
    This one was tiny, and nestled well down under the curled leaves and the dried flowers, necessitating a lot of shifting to get a decent view and flash angle. It’s not ideal and shows no signs of adhering dew, but anything else would have disturbed the plant.

    juvenile Carolina anole Anolis carolinensis exposed except for head
    This one, 30cm or so away from the previous, was even worse, and I never got a view of the head at all. I tried one frame that would have gotten the tip of its snout, had the flash angle been better, but gave it up. I could have gotten the ring flash back out, but didn’t consider it worth the effort.

    On the same hydrangea, I found that I was being watched myself.

    tiny juvenile green treefrog Dryophytes cinereus perched on oak-leaf hydrangea Hydrangea quercifolia branches
    This guy was small enough, and close enough to the original location, that I suspect it to be the same tiny treefrog from above. It was deeper and more sheltered than it appears here, so getting something for scale in the frame wasn’t going to happen.

    Also a little surprised by this next one.

    probable male Chinese mantis Tenodera sinensis on Japanese maple
    I haven’t seen any Chinese mantids (Tenodera sinensis) for a while now, and from the size I’m guessing this one’s a male, found on the Japanese maple near the front door. It was moving sluggishly in the chill, but I was still seeing moths out so the opportunities for food are still there. The opportunities for mating remain to be seen, and we’re close to the end of the life span for mantids now.

    And finally, a fartsy one.

    rotund adult green treefrog Dryophytes cinereus sitting complacently on trumpet flower Brugmansia branch
    This rotund little adult was perched stoically on one of the trumpet flowers (Brugmansia) in the backyard, and I kind of expected him to ask me what favor he could do for me on this, the occasion of his daughter’s wedding. But he never broke the silence, so I guess that Canon MP-E 65mm macro lens is going to wait a little longer. Yes, positioning with that curled leaf in the background was intentional, thanks for noticing.

    So that planned post went from eight to thirteen frames with a quarter-hour of shooting tonight, and now that those are out of the way, we get to the eagles.

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