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Spotted these signs on the outside wall of a local Big Box home repair store. It’s not as if I’ve never misspelled anything, but this required consistent effort by two of the three folks who wrote up the signs.
Sat down for some tech reading in the Comfy Chair one morning and spotted a lump near the road, at the foot of the deer crossing warning sign.
While I don’t know if this deer was one of that group, it’s a fair bet.
There was no freshly smashed glass or broken plastic in the area, which indicates a relatively low-speed collision, the kind where the deer’s legs snap against the bumper and the body rolls over the hood, crushing sheet metal and deforming plastic frippery along the way.
Many cars display that kind of damage around here. They look as though somebody walloped them with a huge sandbag, which is pretty much the case.
The animal huggers seem strangely silent about such events. If they had the courage of their convictions, they’d subsidize drivers (and gardeners) affected by the deer overpopulating the area. But, no, they never offer to do that.
I did find this in the driveway across the street…
Deer Whistle
Before equipping your car with such gimcrackery, read that.
Raccoon in treeI met this fellow on my way out of a recent MHV LUG meeting; he was up a tree between the library parking lot and the adjacent (and rather busy) gas station / convenience store, minding his own business while performing body maintenance.
That’s pretty much in the midst of the City of Poughkeepsie, but raccoons have figured out that the livin’ is easy around people. I’m sure he’s also figured out dumpster diving, although he’s likely not looking for discarded electronics…
We stopped in Alfred NY to try out some trikes at The Bicycle Man, went to The Terra Cotta (not that one) for lunch, and parked on a side street. Every parking meter along the street (free on Saturday, fortunately) had an array of house flies parked along the upper edge.
Perhaps this is the best place for flies to warm up before a flight? Was there a recent hatching?
They swarmed off the meters as we passed, then settled back in the same way.
Found this installation in the Mens Room at the first rest area inside New York on westbound I-90. The extension cord trails out the window and around to the back of the building…
I suppose the building’s heaters had failed, but, still, this seems odd.
The snows have retreated and it seems the mice have been busy tunneling in the back yard. If we cared more about the lawn, I’m sure I’d be outraged. As it is, the tunnels will be gone after a few mowings and life will move on.
I didn’t spot their grainery, but I’m sure the grass will be greener around the latrine…
Certainly these were different mice than the ones who made far more extensive living quarters out front, but they’re definitely relatives.
Saw this mountain at Marist College. I wonder how many will go directly to the recycling bin?
I can’t recall the last time I used a phone book; it’s faster and easier to type the name & location into that little search field, whack Enter, and click the obvious hit.
If you look hard enough, somewhere in the first few pages you’ll find the instructions to turn off next year’s phone book. We’ll see how that works out…
The Smell of Molten Projects in the Morning 