Now that is one tuckered killing machine. She was outside for about five hours before she rattled the doorknob and I let her in. That means she was hunting in the weeds and sagebrush. Chipmunks, mostly. Sometimes she brings them to front door to eat. Evidently the heads, shoulders, and backs suffice. I always make [...]
birdseed
Man, do we have the birds. (I know, there’s just this one here.) This afternoon there must have been two dozen bushtits on that same suet feeder; it reminded me of those old African nature movies where you see a hundred giant vultures strip a zebra carcass. Hmm. Actually, I think you have to be [...]
There, you see? Caught him red-handed. It was easy to photograph the blaggard because he wouldn’t run. Why should he? He comes to this table almost every night. It’s like it has his name on it. Do raccoons have names? This one does now. I think I’ll call him “Full.” The amazing thing is that [...]