I had a nice, encouraging program today at a library in Cincinnati. It’s the oldest library still standing in the city, and it’s beautiful. But it’s also smack dab in the middle of a really rough part of town. The kids were precious, and I could tell that they had rarely, if ever, been exposed to things from nature (other than pigeons and roaches). I hope I reached at least one today.
While dropping off the birds, I saw a flock of robins feasting on some berry bushes at RAPTOR. I love my camera…I was pretty far away when I took this. And look! The robin on the right has his mouth open.
Since the photos from a few days ago were not so great, I got another shot of Earl, the Devil’s Henchvulture. She is pretty cute, even if she is crazy.
There was some housecleaning going on at RAPTOR today. We are almost to full capacity, and some birds needed to be moved to other mews. Now, all the program birds are in one barn, and the rehab birds are in the other. Isis, who I think never has shared a mew before, is now in with Two Socks and Scarlet.
Check out the back of Isis’ head…you can see a black spot, the only place she has pigmented feathers.
Isis: “Hey, what are you doing in my mew?”
Two Socks: “Um, nooo…what are YOU doing in MY mew?”
When I picked up the birds, Isis and Scarlet were sitting together. When I came back a few hours later, they were still sitting close. I guess girls have to stick together.
How do we tell Two Socks and Scarlet apart? Two Socks is smaller and darker.
I took Bailey back to Mom’s tonight, and stopped to see my sister-in-law and nephew. (My brother’s family lives next door to my Mom). And Anne, my SIL, has her freakin’ Christmas tree up already. She always does it early, but most years she at least waits until Thanksgiving.
My brother, Steve, is the great white hunter in the family. And this is the only buck that was pretty enough to get stuffed. An 8-pointer! And it sure tasted good.
Before all the vegetarians get all nuts, just know that deer need to be culled, because we have made such a paradise for deer in our country. All the pretty lawns and golf courses, the rather smart decision not to allow hunting in those areas, no natural predators, and you have a deer population explosion. Is it better to kill the animal quickly, or allow them to crumple up on the hoods of our cars and die slowly of ruptured organs?
Okay, I don’t want to rant…but if this was Julie’s blog,
boy howdy we would be stirring the pot.