I had started this post last night, and didn’t want to scrap all the work it took.
Another try at fussing with photos. Yesterday, while entering a park in Camp Dennison (Thanks, Katdoc, for showing me where the “legal” birding area was) I noticed a strange sound when I walked.
I looked down and the sole of my boot was slowly vacating the premises. Good thing I had another pair of shoes in the car.
After all the healing this tree has been doing, why would someone carve the words “HOW DO I LIVE” into its tender inner skin? I guess the dork was trying to be deep or something, but I think a person who does this needs a class in silvaculture.
I uploaded Firefox, because I heard in one of the forums that it might work.
Back to Blogger…damn it.
…I will be posting back at Ye Olde Susan Gets Native. I have lots to say and show you, and I can’t stand not blogging freely like before. I haven’t even visited all of your blogs lately and I have a lot of catching up to do.
“Please stop staring at my butt.”
I showed the GHO nest to Lorelei today, and since the sun was ACTUALLY SHINING, I couldn’t resist getting a picture of that glorious sun beaming through the owl’s ear tufts.
The dogs are enjoying each other. They also are attention-hounds and if one is doing something, the other has to be in on it. Even when I try to get a smooshy-face picture.
Did you know that we actually had snow yesterday? It was the kind of snow I like…big fluffy flakes that didn’t stick to the roads. And I couldn’t resist leaving my mark at Kelley’s Nature Preserve. Got a life bird, too. A hermit thrush, who didn’t want his or her picture taken.
I must be doing something wrong. Pictures are not easy to post on WordPress. I have read the forums and FAQ’s and resized them, and it’s such a chore.
Sorry that I am not doing posts like I used to. I get too bogged down fighting with these pictures and all the inspiration leaves me.
I have been checking a great horned owl nest at Lake Isabella for weeks…and today, it finally paid off:
The wind was blowing so hard, her ear tufts were sideways.
For anyone in the area, here’s how to find the nest:
In the park, there is a playground, with a house behind it. To the right of the house, there is a large sycamore with a blue steel can about 30 feet up.
This nest has been used for at least a few years, and I got to see the babies last year…baby GHO’s look like stacks of dryer lint. And you know I will be posting photos when they arrive. For anyone worried about me “disturbing” the nest: The pair (I assume it’s the same ones) have nested here before, and they are very tolerant of visitors, as long as you don’t throw things at them. I hear the banders have a fun time…they have to wear hard-hats.
I am learning about WordPress, and having trouble with the photos…I will be back with more, hopefully later.
Recognize that chin?
I got a call yesterday from the rescue who found a home for Boomer. The family didn’t want him anymore, and the rescue had to return him to us. (I had no idea that was an option…when I said goodbye to him, I thought it was forever)
The adoptive family said that he “tore up their laundry room” and had “separation anxiety” and “escaped from his crate” and “wouldn’t eat”. I don’t buy it. These people obviously didn’t know how to deal with a Boston Terrier (high energy dogs who need mental stimulation as well as exercise), and he has eaten 3 cups of food since he has been here today.
So I guess we are back to the “fatten up Boomer” diet. He’s not quite as bony as when I first saw him at the shelter, but he’s not healthy.
We are back to where we started. The cats are back in the basement, Boomer is sleeping on our bed right now (he loves Geoff) and we still have to find him a home…the rescue suggested a trainer who could help us introduce Boomer to cats and maybe help them all co-exist. I doubt it.
So here is what Boomer needs:
A home with no cats. Ever.
A family who knows about Bostons and their needs (exercise, companionship, brain work).
A lot of love.
What he has going for him:
He is a wonderfully loving little dog.
He is neutered and up to date on all his vaccinations.
He is micro-chipped.
He is ready for play at any time, or being a couch potato anytime.
I am willing to drive as long as I need to to get him to a new home. Anyone want to give him a try? He’s so wonderful. And he deserves a second (and third) chance.
He remembered me, obviously…he just about tore a hole in the woman’s car when he saw me.
I added this picture just because I was proud of it. I made homemade pizza tonight, and Isabelle helped (but she ate more pepperoni than she actually got onto the pizza) and I made a smiley face on it for her. And it was so delicious…an obscene amount of cheese on this bad boy.
Sigh…I love Boomer. The girls love Boomer. Nellie loves Boomer. Geoff even loves Boomer. (Geoff told me that he can stay as long as I can handle the cats being stuck in the basement)