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Tag: Wildlife

Other creatures in our world

  • Monthly Image: Hawk vs. Squirrel

    A hawk, perhaps an immature Red-Tailed, landed on a branch outside the kitchen window while we were eating lunch.

    After a minute or so, a squirrel ran up the maple and began taunting (?) the hawk:

    Immature Red-Tail Hawk vs. Squirrel - approach
    Immature Red-Tail Hawk vs. Squirrel – approach

    The hawk obviously had no clue what’s going on inside that critter’s little brain:

    Immature Red-Tail Hawk vs. Squirrel - faceoff
    Immature Red-Tail Hawk vs. Squirrel – faceoff

    The squirrel alternated between inching out on the branch, closer each time, and dashing back to the tree trunk, for maybe ten minutes. It eventually reached the rightmost patch of lichen, a foot from the hawk, without suffering any damage, after which it ran down the tree and away. We have no explanation.

    Perhaps this is the same squirrel as before? All we know: (over)confidence goeth before gibbage.

    Taken with the DSC-H5 near the end of the adventure; it took me a while to deploy the camera. The first picture looks diagonally upward from the kitchen, through three layers of 1950-era glass. The second comes from the back door, zoomed about 10x, with no tele-adapter. Obviously, good color correction didn’t happen here…

     

  • Too Many Deer, Twice More

    We spotted a classic example of deer damage at the corner gas / repair station:

    Deer-smashed car
    Deer-smashed car

    The undamaged bumper below the smashed grill and hood is diagnostic; the legs bounce off the bumper, while the body punches the grill back through the radiator. The airbags didn’t fire, but I’m pretty sure that car is just as dead as the deer.

    Plenty of deer-colored fur clinches the diagnosis:

    Deer-smashed car - hair detail
    Deer-smashed car – hair detail

    A few days later, a vulture overflew me on Hooker Avenue:

    Vulture - 2016-09-25 - Hooker Ave
    Vulture – 2016-09-25 – Hooker Ave

    It was flapping strongly, powering its way up to cruising altitude, which seemed odd that far into the urban heat island. On the return leg of the ride, I saw what had its attention:

    Deer carcass - 2016-09-25 - Hooker Ave
    Deer carcass – 2016-09-25 – Hooker Ave

    All swoll up, as the saying goes, and ready for the carcass disposal crew…

  • A Curiosity of Sparrows

    There’s obviously something going on inside the long-abandoned nesting box:

    Sparrow investigating bird box
    Sparrow investigating bird box

    You’ve seen this happen to people, too:

    More sparrows on the bird box
    More sparrows on the bird box

    How many sparrows can fit on the roof of a bird box?

    Four sparrows investigating bird box
    Four sparrows investigating bird box

    There’s always room for one more:

    Late season sparrows on bird box
    Late season sparrows on bird box

    Perhaps they were having a family reunion?

    Taken with the Canon SX230-HS from the patio, zoomed all the way, and ruthlessly cropped.

  • Monthly Image: New Coopers Hawks

    “Our” Cooper’s Hawks have long since flown off, although one occasionally swoops through the yard on an urgent mission. I took this picture on an early July morning, when they were still being companionable:

    New Coopers Hawks - Watching the Area
    New Coopers Hawks – Watching the Area

    Taken with the DSC-H5 and 1.7x teleadapter, zoomed in all the way, and dot-for-dot cropped. The birds look fine and the image looks awful…

  • Wasp Flyby

    I didn’t notice this at the time:

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    The camera runs at 60 frame/s, so the entire show spans a bit more than half a second: zzzzzip!

    I think it’s a member of the Yellow Jacket wasp family, noted for their in-your-face attitude and repeat-fire stinger. They’re highly capable flying machines, that’s for sure…

    We were pulling out of the local “health food” store with fresh-ground nut butters in the packs, nearing the end of a 17 mile loop on a fine Sunday morning.

     

  • The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time

    We are not dog people, so being awakened at 12:45 one morning by a large dog barking directly under the bedroom windows wasn’t expected. After a bit of flailing around, I discovered the dog parked under the windows on the other end of the bedroom:

    Dog on patio
    Dog on patio

    That’s entirely enough dog that I was unwilling to venture outside and attempt to affix it to, say, the patio railing, where it could await the town’s animal control officer in the morning:

    Dog upright
    Dog upright

    It’s not a stray, because it wears two collars: one with leash D-rings and the other carrying a black electronics box that could be anything from a GPS tracker to a shock box that’s supposed to keep it inside one of those electronic fences. If the latter, a battery change seems past due.

    Being a dog, it spent the next two hours in power-save mode on the patio, intermittently moaning / growling / barking at every state change in the back yard: scurrying rodents, falling leaves, far-distant sirens, neighborhood dogs, you name it. We would be dog people to want that level of launch-on-warning, but we’re not.

    If parvovirus were available through Amazon Prime, I’d be on it like static cling. By the kilogram on Alibaba, perhaps?

    Grainy photos taken in Nightshot IR mode with the DSC-F717, which works well enough after I (remember to) jiggle the Memory Stick to re-seat the ribbon cable connections.

    Hat tip to Sherlock in Silver Blaze.

  • Garden Shelter, Now With Toad

    Mary used a garbage can lid to shelter some plants, left it in the garden for a while, and a critter moved into the new shelter. She first noticed two well-prepared front entrances:

    Garden shelter - front entrances
    Garden shelter – front entrances

    And a rear entrance or, perhaps, the emergency exit:

     Garden shelter - rear entrance
    Garden shelter – rear entrance

    Gingerly lifting the lid, she found a dismantled bird corpse:

    Garden shelter - bird corpse
    Garden shelter – bird corpse

    Along with a large stash of sour cherries from a nearby bush:

    Garden shelter - sour cherry stash
    Garden shelter – sour cherry stash

    A good-size toad kept an eye on the proceedings:

    Garden shelter - toad in lair
    Garden shelter – toad in lair

    We didn’t know toads ate sour cherries, but the evidence seems clear:

    Garden shelter - toad on sour cherries
    Garden shelter – toad on sour cherries

    The image of a toad taking down a bird can’t be unseen, but, more likely, a recently fledged nestling took shelter and couldn’t figure out how to get out again.

    We’ll never know the rest of the story.