So, the pond has been bouncing up and down rather dramatically the first big rain that we had following the drastic draining filled it entirely back up again to the previous level, quite impressive considering how far down it extends, not depth-wise, but laterally south – it was a hell of a rain.
Tag: green heron
Well, shit
I’m a little late reporting this, but I can’t really find any negative affect on you regarding it, so I’m not going to feel too bad. Not about that, anyway.
Last week we got a long period of rain that apparently dumped a lot more water on us than we’d thought, because the next morning, the edge of the pond where we do all the critter feeding, what we call the Apron, looked
Briefer, but still…
Was in Walkabout Studios late yesterday morning when I heard the green heron (Butorides virescens) give a warning call, which sounds like a cross between a sharp bark and the sound a sneaker makes on a basketball court. Went out with the long lens, but was first distracted by the barred owlet calling somewhere in the backyard, not far away. I tried to track it, but it moved off before I
Privileged
I have a small collection of photos taken last night that I need to put up, and they were bumping four others from a few nights ago, but they all got kicked out of line by what I took this morning. These are the privileged piccies, the ones too good to wait in line. Yes, I’m terribly classist about my photos…
I was just setting up to reshoot an illustrative image for tomorrow’s
For once
My sleep schedule is quite whack right now, so when I say I was doing something, “early in the morning,” that means for me, translating to midmorning for most people. So, early in the morning, I looked out back and spotted one of the green herons (Butorides virescens) right down at the pond edge. We’ve had a couple sticking around for a while now, but virtually
Tip Jar 17: Stalking
If you’re like me, even as often as I do it I still picture something like Elmer Fudd when I hear this word, or someone creeping up with a detached bush as camouflage while pizzicato strings play with their footsteps (I think that’s the term, but I’m not a music person.) This is misleading, even in the circumstances when it’s not entirely inaccurate, and
Your weekend plans
[I’ve had this image sitting in the blog folder for a little over a month, for a post that never materialized, so it’s being put to use now, even though I should probably get something better.]
Short notice, I know, and then again, you already know about the holiday anyway and don’t need this, but Saturday, January 17th, is
Estate Find XXXIII: The secret is corn
Last week’s Find was still fresh on the, um, server memory thingy, whatever, when I got the first clips of this week’s. A few days later I was able to add to the stock, so we have a couple of days worth of observations, which also added in the number of other species appearing. So without further ado:
Now, this was not a total surprise, because we’d been down at the neighbor’s
See if it sticks
I’ve got a couple of topics that I’m planning to tackle, including a lengthy rebuttal post that’s in process but deserves a lot of editing attention, and a whole lot of images in the folder awaiting attention – just, not the time or energy to tackle bigger posts at the moment. So what we have now is a bunch of scattered stuff that I’m throwing at the wall, just to maintain
Estate Find XXIII
Why is it that it seems (to me anyway) to be okay to write “XXIII” but not “XXVIII,” instead making me think it looks cleaner to write “XXIIX”? I mean sure, it’s a digit less, but doesn’t it just look better? Yet I don’t think writing “XXIIV” works the same way…
Or we could just stop pretending that it’s somehow classier