Thursday, August 31, 2017
Wednesday, August 30, 2017
Simon's Blatant Advertising
Standing on the skull cabinet. Remember the quiz, every kid that's ever been here? What animal does this skull belong to - hint: there is a stuffed one in this very room....Yes! Armadillo!
Tuesday, August 29, 2017
Sunday, August 27, 2017
Saturday Night Fever
A view from the slough, fire has now burned 37,246 acres, front row seats at the Raptor Ranch. And a young female Peregrine, yippee!
Saturday, August 26, 2017
Friday Night in Florence
Back-burns at Sweeney Creek,south of the "real" fire and sliver of moon showing through.
And a garter snake eating mouse butts that the kestrels drop to the floor. Raptors prefer eating the front portion of a mouse, by far.
And a garter snake eating mouse butts that the kestrels drop to the floor. Raptors prefer eating the front portion of a mouse, by far.
Friday, August 25, 2017
Thursday, August 24, 2017
Wednesday
Fire up One Horse Creek. Fire evacuee Kelly Brewster tonight in our yard with Mack and Sasha, watching a flare up or two. Man o man. And an eagle screaming for food, big baby.
Tuesday, August 22, 2017
Monday Night
The fire is hovering over the ridge leading to One Horse Creek, right across the valley. And here's an eagle that's terrified of an Osprey, in the smoke. I changed my camera settings to "clouds."
Saturday, August 19, 2017
Friday, August 18, 2017
Thursday, August 17, 2017
Tuesday, August 15, 2017
Saturday, August 12, 2017
Friday, August 11, 2017
Simon the Owl
Thursday, August 10, 2017
Tuesday, August 8, 2017
Battles on the Beach
Ospreys can rarely resist a pot shot at an eagle. I've said it before, and my non-scientific explanation is that they are getting revenge for all of the fish thefts by the eagles in the spring. Get your own fish, Baldie!
Sunday, August 6, 2017
Eggs in One Basket
Sibley the Peregrine laid 16 eggs this year, the beautiful brown flecked ones. They are infertile and at 14 years old I wish she would cut it out. The photoperiod or length of days in the spring causes our birds to think of breeding and the Gyr/Peregrine hybrid Ansel makes amorous chupping sounds for months.This makes Sib think it's time to breed, and she sort of halfheartedly incubates a great mound of eggs. The little ones are just a few that the kestrels produced this year, the the big white one, our Swainson's Hawk's egg. And NO, I don't eat them.
Friday, August 4, 2017
Pike!
I have had the great pleasure of "entertaining" my brother and his three kids this week, and back to the beach tonight. In the meantime, on Monday this Osprey plunged sub-surface and swam back to shore, just his head showing for much of the trip and hoped he was all right. Another Osprey dive-bombed once and minutes later the answer was revealed - he had nailed a huge Northern Pike as big as he was, that had to be dragged to shore! You Go, Fish Hawk and catch more of those non-native duck-eating evil fish.
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