It started with the territorial alarm calls of a pair of mockingbirds in the tree that grows over into the front yard. Jiggy, the cat most noted for messing with them was inside, so I knew he wasn’t the source of their distress. For once. Judging from how high up in the boughs the confrontation …
click to quadruplify This is my new favorite picture of Ranger, napping on the library floor appropriately with her ball. Ranger has an endearing routine when she’s awake and wants to play a little fetch or wall ball (the record of which currently stands at 52). Whenever I get up from my desk, so does …
It’s getting to the point now where nothing I find in the backyard phases me. While transferring to the greenwaste bin all the old rotting kindling that’s been sitting in the backyard wheelbarrow for years now, I look and there on the ground is a partial jawbone (including a few weirdly shaped teeth) about three …
Seems I can’t walk down the brick walkway through the sidegarden of the house without finding something fascinating. Today’s example being a wasp that was moving along the rocks with something in its jaws. An eggsag? A coin purse? Nah just a spider it had invited to lunch: Other members of today’s garden party are …
This is Trooper: Trooper lives a few doors down the street from us and today is but the latest of several occasions (probably many more than I’m aware of) where he’s gotten out of his seemingly not-very-closed sideyard enclosure to slip past the driveway gate of his building while it’s opening or closing and go …
It’s one thing to be able to look so close through a set of such gorgeous stained glass wings (click to quadruplify): And its another extra special bonus entirely to have a front row seat as one frolics in the water while another attempts to join the pool party. I’m not sure if the dragonfly …
Two years ago today Susan and I were in Rwanda outside Volcanoes National Park getting set to trek mountain gorillas. 19 JULY 2005 ‚ 0015 HOURS ‚ VIRUNGA LODGE, RWANDA I am sitting at the writing desk in our banda at the Virunga Lodge just after midnight, having slept some four hours. I am writing …