Tag: wildlife
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Evening Walk
I went for a walk through Edna Taylor park after work. At the far end of my walk, where the path loops through the playground behind Henderson Elementary School, I saw two Sandhill cranes walking across the lawn. As I got closer, I caught a reddish blur weaving between their legs. I’d never seen a Read.
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California Day 6
Woke up this morning, rubbed the sleepers from my eyes, tumbled out of the van and went staggering up the road to the office-slash-general store to get a cup of coffee. Halfway back to our camp site I slowed to a stop as I caught sight of B standing just outside the van, binoculars in Read.
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promise
Slept in until seven this morning, in spite of the best efforts of a woodpecker, two cats and a passing thunderstorm to keep us awake all night long. The woodpecker keeps pecking on the bird house I put up for him even though he seems to be able to get in and out just fine. Read.
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home sweet home
It worked! See Tuesday’s post for the backstory on this little guy. Read.
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peckerhead
“Your woodpecker’s back!” My Darling B called to me as I was making coffee Saturday morning. Five seconds later, if you’d been my neighbor you would’ve been treated to the sight of me galloping across my back lawn in an undershirt and pajama pants, waving my arms in the air and cussing, “Get the hell Read.
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bunny!
A quick pass with the lawn mower last Sunday uncovered the hiding place of this little guy in the tall grass next to the planter. The little pocket of grass he was curled up in didn’t look like a rabbit nest, which are usually lined with fur, so I assumed he was hiding out while Read.
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hickory dickory dock
We have mice. I figured the cats were keeping them down. Well, one of the cats, anyway. Bonkers is a pretty enthusiastic mouser, when one happens to cross his path, but, as it turns out, he doesn’t go out on the hunt to track them down. Boo is really very ambivalent about mice. They can Read.
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deadwood
December 10, 2009: A crazy powerful snowstorm hammers the Madison metro area: The snow was heavy and wet. It clumped up on trees like badly-applied Christmas flocking and tore branches off all over town. The lilac in our back yard was quickly overwhelmed, but it wasn’t until a few weeks later that it became apparently Read.
This Is Drivel 