Posts Tagged Wildlife
Repaving the driveway truncated the roots of a maple tree and, this year, produced a handsome pair of fungii:
Seen from the side, they’re even more complex:
They’re firm and perfectly healthy, but the tree is likely doomed.
A mutual staredown during a utility bike ride:
This is just after noon, when deer should be snoozing, just north of Paula’s Public House, with the deer on the creek side of the road. I’m towing the trailer with an empty propane tank, coasting down from 18 mph, and expecting the deer to jump in front of me, because it can. It waited patiently until I passed, hopped the guide rail, trotted across the road, then clambered up the steep hillside away from the Might Wappinger Creek.
Searching for deer will reveal many more encounters.
A pair of Barred Owls set up housekeeping nearby and we’ve watched them swoop down on rodents in the yard. We hope they succeed in raising their owlets!
This one kept watch on us as we cleared out a dead holly bush near the garden:
I took another picture at +1 EV to show more of the owl’s face; while blowing out the highlights:
Go, owls, go!
Taken with the Sony DSC-H5 and 1.7× teleadapter, because the Pixel phone’s camera just doesn’t have enough moxie at full zoom.
The dark spot in the grass, barely visible over on the left, is a dinner-plate-size snapping turtle recently teleported from the middle of Rt 376 just north of Robinson Lane:
The driver of the white van managed to stop both lanes during the rescue and, judging from the lack of gore, handled the snapper without incurring organic damage.
Color me impressed!
This little critter was chugging across the Dutchess Rail Trail near the ponds north of Page Industrial Park, so I stopped to lend a hand:
The plastron looked like a brightly colored jewel:
Perhaps plastrons start out with all the pigment they’ll ever have, then fade from bright orange to yellow-brown as they spread out.
If you’re not paying attention, you’d think “pebble” or “dog turd”. Neither of which you should ride over, of course, but … teleporting a tiny turtle to the drainage ditch on the far side seemed to increase the world’s net happiness.
The pix are tight crops from the AS30V’s 170° FOV images, which means they’re way grittier than you’d expect from a “full HD” image.
So I stopped to lend a hand:
A fumbling hand, as it turned out, on the turtle’s slippery shell:
A belly-up turtle in the middle of the road knows the solution to the Halting Problem.
I hoped a secluded spot under a pine tree was closer to its destination:
However, if the turtle is a female in search of an egg-laying site, then she and all her progeny must cross Vassar Road in the other direction to reach the Mighty Wappinger Creek.
We’ll teleport them if we see them, too …
This cheerful assortment came from a friend with an assortment of happy chickens:
Even though none of the chickens had the digital upgrade, the morning omelet tasted just fine!