Major gloom around the pond today. An all day drizzle reduced Mother Nature’s palette to a few muted colors. Mostly grays. Probably my imagination, but even the trees seemed bummed. Can trees actually slouch? Nah.
The weather didn’t bother the four mallards who splashed down in mid-afternoon. Given the visibility, they had probably been flying on instruments. Bless their intrepid little winged souls. They explored the pond and were still earth bound at dark, possibly for the night. Even ducks sometimes cancel flights during inclement weather.
Ducks weren’t the only local critters to sample the soggy day. Four does strolled out of the haze during the afternoon and grazed in the front yard. These four have been hanging around the area for a couple of weeks. They’ve probably joined forces to assert their feminine rights during the rutting season. They’ll be gone in a week or so. We’ve become foster parents to the furry folks.
We haven’t seen a bear since May. We could hang out our bird feeders. But the last time we did that we found muddy bear paw prints all over our kitchen windows. The feeders–or the remnants thereof–wound up distorted piles of rubble in the nearby woods. If we want to see a bear I guess we’ll have to travel south and hang out around some New Jersey dumpsters
Author: Bob
January
Due to inclement weather, pervasive gloom and general crappiness, January has been canceled by popular demand. October was just too pretty to share.
Season Change
Dark, wet, and cool around around the pond today. A reflection of Mother Nature’s mood swings all summer. Yesterday, on the other hand, she was all smiles and sunshine. She didn’t explain and I didn’t ask. A good sized bear strolled along the back edge of the pond. He moseyed aimlessly on. I assume that, with the females preoccupied with cubs, Dad bear has to deal with a fair amount of neglect and boredom. A large blue heron flew in during mid-afternoon and wandered around the island on an apparently fruitless fishing expedition. It appears that the fish have gotten a little smarter after a summer of oppressive heat & sheer panic. Just in time for a long cold winter’s nap. What a great life!
Sun
Well, the sun has returned and, with it, the local critters have emerged into the now dry daylight. Shari’s bunny, Barney, is enjoying an afternoon snack of clover in the front yard. The heron (Harry, to us earthbound mortals) is back, purloining our innocent and unsuspecting fish while we’re looking the other away. Dastardly feathered cur. I know, curs don’t have feathers. Poetic license. One of these days it’ll take wing and flee south with its avian pals. Let it feast on the FL Keys bone fish for a while. It will find them a far greater and more bony challenge than a pond full of fat, lethargic large mouth bass. Action alert. As is the annual case, we find ourselves again in the middle of the starling migratory super highway. Thousands of them flew overhead last night and hundreds took a rest stop on our front yard. A few walked through the low lying brush on the island and in the surrounding woods. Guess they couldn’t afford an air ticket. The price of avian poverty. Today was an encore of yesterday. We’ll soon be in the middle of the duck super highway and things will get busy around here with the calls of hooded mergansers, wood ducks, mallards and other water birds . “Lullaby of Birdland”
Flood
Rain. Rain and more rain. It’s been raining steadily for four days, except for some brief sunshine yesterday, There are flash flood warnings up all over the Catskills and Hudson Valley. The Hudson and its tributaries will be over their banks in low lying areas Fortunately, we’re located the side of a mountain where runoff from two small streams completely misses us. However a small nearby water fall absolutely roars in this kind of weather. Some have occasionally asked if there is any danger of our being flooded by the pond. Luckily for us, our house is above the water table and water still doesn’t run uphill. Or so I’ve heard. All of the critters have had the good sense to hunker down. Only one duck dropped by a week ago. At this rate, the rest of them will be able swim all the way to their migratory destinations
Cub Twins
It’s been a busy day around the pond. It began with the usual cadre of small critters–squirrels, chipmunks, a rabbit and a woodchuck. The other critters have families, but I’m not sure about Chuck. Must be a bachelor or has an unconventional outlook on gender. The rabbit, on the other hand, is a bon vivant. Lives well and does what rabbits do. We simply avert our eyes. In mid-afternoon a small flock of turkeys strolled down the driveway. One could hear them gabbling away like a bunch of old ladies returning from a DAR convention. They moved on into the woods behind the studio. A doe and her fawn were next on the guest list, and the grand finale of the day was the arrival of a small female bear with two cubs, so little that they couldn’t possibly have been born any later than a couple of weeks ago. All in all, a very good critter day. Looks like the bear show isn’t over yet.
Dinner Guest
Twilight on the pond. We had just sat down to dinner when a bear emerged from the woods near the ledge. He crossed the front yard disappeared into the woods behind the studio. We invited him in for dinner (salmon burgers) but he demured. Sheesh! Can you imagine a bear turning down salmon? And he didn’t even have to stand in a raging ice cold stream to get these. Bears are dumber than I thought.
Dragonfly Dinner
A quiet, warm, lightly overcast and lazy day around he pond today. The only sound is that of the birds. A cardinal, our resident mocking bird and a couple that I can’t identify. A wood thrush usually sounds off around twilight and a couple of noisy barred owls chime in with their eternal query “Who cooks for you? Who cooks for you?”. The lawn is freshly mowed and, as usual, the grass carp followed the mower around the edge of the pond, scarfing up every blade of grass as it blew into the water. They’re now roaming the surface, cleaning up the leftovers. Even the bass have cashed in on some of the bounty, jumping on every unfortunate cricket and grasshopper that was kicked into the pond by the mower. Fine fare for a fish that spends much of its time leaping fruitlessly after a lunch of low flying dragon flies. Who, I’m sure find the whole thing great sport. In case you were wondering–and I’m sure you were– dragonflies eat other insects. Mosquitoes, flies, an occasional butterfly or moth–even their young. (Hi Mom! What the-!?). And midges. Those sadistic little @#$%!, swarms of bugs which fly around your head on a hot day. And who, about the time a gallon of sweat has poured off of your forehead into your eyes, decide to go swimming in it. So I feel no sympathy for the midges, nor for the fact that dragonflies are very brutal in the ways in which they dispatch their lunch. Bon appetit!
What am I?
Woodwind Facelift
A bit off the subject, but I took my beloved clarinet into the music hospital today to get a repad job. It always gets a pretty good reception there because it is a Selmer, a Cadillac among wind instruments. A 16th birthday gift from my parents when they and my music instructor (first chair solo clarinetist for the Youngstown Symphony, no less) actually thought I might amount to something some day as a musician. Har. Yet it did give me an illusion of respectability in College Orchestra and in various other musical endeavors professional and otherwise. It and my dear old Elkheart sax saw me through many a dance gig. And nobody got hurt. That I know of. Maybe.