As I wrote Monday, there’s an ongoing saga between the mockingbirds that have nested nearby and our cat Jiggy who thrives on tormenting them with a nonchalant front that drives the rightfully territorial birds to madly and bravely put themselves at risk in almost entirely vain attempts to drive Jiggy away by divebombing him and …
It’s that time of year when the mockingbirds settle down in and around, building their nests, laying their eggs and raising their chicks. (click to enlarge) Our cat Jiggy, the youngest and most curious (and unfortunately best hunter) of our feline foursome, seems more than happy to draw their noisy territorial ire — not, as …
Out in the backyard this afternoon hanging with some of our animals is a good way to begin the Memorial Day weekend: Â Hope yours is safe and sane wherever you may be.
The telltale alarm calls of the mating pair of mockingbirds nesting somewhere in the next-door-neighbors’ tree alerted me and could only mean one thing: a hawk was too close for their comfort. So of course with cam in hand I went outside to see if I could spot the trespassing raptor, and by tracking where …
Amazing how quickly things slip from your memory… at least until one imports the 2,840 3,183 photos taken over the last two weeks in Europe providing refreshment to recall capabilities. Case in point, allow me to introduce you to Our Lady Of The Pigeons Of Saint Mark’s Square who Susan and I had the marvelous …
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Before I get cracking cleaning and packing and all that jazz, I had to put all of it off this morning and make good on my postscript at the end of yesterday’s post wherein I said I’d try to build up a webpage featuring the piece on Rwanda and mountain gorillas. It was rejected by …
With travel (and its myriad preparations) so forefrontal on my mind I’m actually glad my gig in The ‘Gundo is coming to a close today… the better for me to actually get ready to go instead of just thinking about it. But beyond procrastinating I’m also guilty of looking back at the past places my …