CRITTER ACTIVITY GALORE—
A soon-to-be momma Wild Turkey is deeply secluded on her nest along my Mohican Trail in this picture taken from about 30 feet. We are looking at the bird from the back with its head in profile to the right. My pooch and I walk this trail often so she does not seem alarmed by our passing.
In the lower photo, that’s Grandson Dane Wolf with a nice Black Crappie caught recently in the pond. It is a nice adult sample of a fish species we have never stocked so it likely arrived in the form of eggs attached to a Great Blue Heron, for example. The crappie seemed pleased to be released—which is our sport fishing practice.
Another highlight happened Monday, May 5th when the first Ruby Throated Hummingbird of the season appeared at my feeder.
Also Monday, the evening I first discovered the nesting turkey, son Brian and I were working at the computer and kept hearing a scratching noise, seeming to come from an exterior wall. He correctly guessed it was a bat, just waking up and preparing for its nocturnal hunting by wiggling out from behind a window shutter.
It reminded me of the time my bride was hosing the pine needles out of the very same shutters which prompted an outraged bat to fly shrieking--her and the bat--under her arm in its hasty escape from her unintentional, watery assault.
A soon-to-be momma Wild Turkey is deeply secluded on her nest along my Mohican Trail in this picture taken from about 30 feet. We are looking at the bird from the back with its head in profile to the right. My pooch and I walk this trail often so she does not seem alarmed by our passing.
In the lower photo, that’s Grandson Dane Wolf with a nice Black Crappie caught recently in the pond. It is a nice adult sample of a fish species we have never stocked so it likely arrived in the form of eggs attached to a Great Blue Heron, for example. The crappie seemed pleased to be released—which is our sport fishing practice.
Another highlight happened Monday, May 5th when the first Ruby Throated Hummingbird of the season appeared at my feeder.
Also Monday, the evening I first discovered the nesting turkey, son Brian and I were working at the computer and kept hearing a scratching noise, seeming to come from an exterior wall. He correctly guessed it was a bat, just waking up and preparing for its nocturnal hunting by wiggling out from behind a window shutter.
It reminded me of the time my bride was hosing the pine needles out of the very same shutters which prompted an outraged bat to fly shrieking--her and the bat--under her arm in its hasty escape from her unintentional, watery assault.
Such is life in the woods.
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