tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-124118122024-03-12T20:42:15.431-07:00Jayla's Backyard BlogWelcome to my backyard. This blog is about the wildlife that lives and travels through our yard in suburban Northern Virginia. The yard borders a park and has a small, man-made pond. Foxes have used the space under our deck as a den for their babies. Raccoons like to raid our compost bins, and green frogs produce tadpoles in our pond each spring. We also have deer, chipmunks, squirrels, birds, a shrew, a toad, a snake, a turtle, and even a bat.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger662125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12411812.post-5218463576759490432012-09-09T18:45:00.001-07:002012-09-09T18:45:38.971-07:00UpdateIf anyone still reads my blog anymore, you're probably wondering what happened. It's pretty embarrassing I only posted twice last year, and haven't posted at all this year. That's what happens when you have another baby. I actually have a ton of pictures to post but I just haven't gotten around to it. The foxes made a den this year right under our front porch. So I got lots of pictures of cute baby foxes. One day maybe I'll get around to posting them. I may spread the pictures out one a day, to keep stringing any followers along indefinitely, that is, if I ever get around to doing it. Sorry to disappoint. Also my dad's blog is infinitely better than mine so that kind of sucks the motivation out of me, because I can just read his blog instead of posting to my own. But rest assured, posting to this blog is on my to do list.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12411812.post-55578536113188280382011-12-25T07:00:00.000-08:002011-12-25T07:00:05.340-08:00Santa Caught Red Handed<a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fLSRF_VTAsw/TvaqdBJVFpI/AAAAAAAAD34/SZMeExWav10/s1600/IMG_7157.JPG'><img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fLSRF_VTAsw/TvaqdBJVFpI/AAAAAAAAD34/SZMeExWav10/s320/IMG_7157.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br /><a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-thjM6yj_ooo/TvaqdbhsN9I/AAAAAAAAD4I/dXqM-mx-2Pw/s1600/IMG_7158.JPG'><img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-thjM6yj_ooo/TvaqdbhsN9I/AAAAAAAAD4I/dXqM-mx-2Pw/s320/IMG_7158.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br />I was a bad girl this year (I only posted once to my blog), but Santa paid me a visit anyway. I left out the bait, and sure enough there was a picture of Santa on the camera trap Christmas morning! Apparently he had already sampled a lot of cookies around the world, because he didn't finish the two we left for him. Next year I think I'll leave out something for Rudolph.<div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12411812.post-1272576319367767872011-07-26T10:47:00.000-07:002011-07-26T10:51:12.625-07:00Cutest Toad EverI just got to hold the cutest toad ever. I moved a potted plant out from under the eaves of the house so it would get some rain, and there was a small toad that had been hiding there. Luckily it didn't get hurt as I dragged the pot. I love holding toads. Of course it peed on me, but an inch big toad does not pee all that much. I put the pot back where it was, and put him back, but when I returned with my camera, alas, he was gone. Oh well. I've see toad abodes for sale, but I wonder if toads really would move in. I think it's worth a try.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12411812.post-27032062492117710262010-12-24T19:35:00.000-08:002010-12-24T20:29:44.523-08:00The Night Before Christmas (A True Story)<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TRVxk2WZ5UI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/Vg56_01YDgE/s1600/IMG_5782.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TRVxk2WZ5UI/AAAAAAAAD3Q/Vg56_01YDgE/s320/IMG_5782.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554470593310090562" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TRVxlJQmzCI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/eerKFWNpaEs/s1600/IMG_5783.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TRVxlJQmzCI/AAAAAAAAD3Y/eerKFWNpaEs/s320/IMG_5783.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554470598386043938" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TRVxlUAHrlI/AAAAAAAAD3g/iPduDbQSc4E/s1600/IMG_5786.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TRVxlUAHrlI/AAAAAAAAD3g/iPduDbQSc4E/s320/IMG_5786.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554470601269685842" /></a><br />This is my version of Clement C. Moore's "The Night Before Christmas".<br /><br />'Twas the night before Christmas<br />when all through the house<br />Not a creature was stirring, except for a mouse.<br />The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,<br />In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.<br /><br />My child wasn't nestled all snug in his bed,<br />Television was on, Dino Dan danced in his head.<br />And I in my kerchief, my husband in his cap,<br />Made room in our tummies for an apres dinner snack,<br /><br />When out in the hall there arose such a clatter,<br />I sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.<br />Away to the hall I flew like a flash,<br />Tore open the baby gate and threw up the sash.<br /><br />The moon on the breast of the old fallen snow,<br />Gave the luster of midday to objects below,<br />When what to my wondering eyes should appear,<br />But a miniature Peromyscus so tiny and dear,<br />With an orange old cat so lively and quick,<br />I knew in a moment he had caught St. Mick.<br /><br />More rapid than eagles my little son came,<br />And he whistled and shouted and called them by name,<br />"Now, Phineas! Now, Patty! Now, Daddy and Mom!<br />The mouse is loose! He's at the top of the wall!"<br />Now dash away, cats, dash away all!<br /><br />As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,<br />When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,<br />So up to the housetop the dwellers we flew,<br />With a shoe box, gloves, and St. Mickey Mouse, too.<br /><br />And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof<br />The prancing and pawing of more mice on the roof.<br />As I climbed up the chair and was turning around,<br />Down into the shoebox St. Mickey came with a bound.<br /><br />He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot,<br />And his coat was all tarnished with dust and with dirt.<br />A bunch of wet marks the cat left on his back,<br />And he looked scared like burglar caught opening his pack.<br /><br />His eyes, how they twinkled! His whiskers, how merry!<br />His cheek pouches were like roses, his nose like a cherry!<br />His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,<br />And the fur on his belly was as white as the snow.<br /><br />The stump of a seed he held tight in his teeth,<br />And his ears encircled his head like a wreath.<br />He had a pointy face and a little round belly<br />That shook when he trembled like a bowl full of jelly.<br /><br />My husband spoke not a word but went straight to his work,<br />And put on his coat, then turned with a jerk,<br />And laying a finger aside of his nose,<br />And giving a nod, the back door he chose.<br /><br />He sprang to the shed, to the mouse gave a whistle,<br />And away the mouse flew like the down of a thistle.<br />But I heard him exclaim as he scurried out of sight,<br />"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12411812.post-66863007573397051552010-10-31T17:00:00.000-07:002010-10-31T17:00:05.538-07:00Trick or Treat?<a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TMeHJKVwP1I/AAAAAAAAD3E/KMcceNSw5A0/s1600/IMG_5488.JPG'><img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TMeHJKVwP1I/AAAAAAAAD3E/KMcceNSw5A0/s320/IMG_5488.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br />Our yard has no shortage of spiders. Our basement has no shortage of spiders either, for that matter. In the spirit of the Halloween season, I give you this spider web, a trick for those of you who are afraid of spiders, a treat for those who can appreciate a nice web. Happy Halloween!<div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12411812.post-10606608484364692082010-10-28T18:55:00.000-07:002010-10-28T18:55:00.699-07:00Intruder Caught<a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TMeGhmcArQI/AAAAAAAAD28/JYtOkkFS_3s/s1600/IMG_5556.JPG'><img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TMeGhmcArQI/AAAAAAAAD28/JYtOkkFS_3s/s320/IMG_5556.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br />Recently police have been warning county residents about a serial burglar who enters through open garage doors or open doors and windows. I forget the total number of burglaries but it's enough to make you a little on edge. Today I noticed the garage door light flickering on and off, leading me to believe something was in the garage. Turns out its that dirty groundhog again! He was right under the door sniffing a banana peel I had carelessly left on top of the full compost pail. I guess that's what I get for failing to dump the kitchen waste in a timely manner. The other day my husband opened the door to put something in the compost pail, and sure enough the groundhog was right there. All it takes is one time to forget to close the garage door, and sure enough the intruder will take the opportunity to check out the premises and help himself to whatever he wants.<div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12411812.post-90048967933176082722010-10-26T18:40:00.000-07:002010-10-26T18:40:57.736-07:00Mystery Solved<a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TMeDJs78XQI/AAAAAAAAD2k/qNcXdgA1kHY/s1600/IMG_5470.JPG'><img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TMeDJs78XQI/AAAAAAAAD2k/qNcXdgA1kHY/s320/IMG_5470.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br /><a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TMeDJ1husmI/AAAAAAAAD2s/3KvrAEFqrXc/s1600/IMG_5471.JPG'><img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TMeDJ1husmI/AAAAAAAAD2s/3KvrAEFqrXc/s320/IMG_5471.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br /><a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TMeDJwfBo8I/AAAAAAAAD20/WLZL-T4sn2Y/s1600/IMG_5472.JPG'><img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TMeDJwfBo8I/AAAAAAAAD20/WLZL-T4sn2Y/s320/IMG_5472.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br />During the blizzard, something dug a big hole under our house. Turns out it's a groundhog. We haven't had one for years. It must have moved in from across the street. It also has a hole under our porch. One day I was trying to get a picture when it was under the porch, and a few minutes later, it appeared on the other side of the house. Either we have more than one, or its burrow goes all the way from the front of the house to the side. I hate to think what it's doing under there, but actually I don't really give it much thought. What's worse is that it eats everything I plant. About the only things I can grow are hostas and mums, both of which it likes to dine on. I just planted a mum covered in flowers and then it ate about half the flowers off. I affectionately refer to him (or her) as "that dirty groundhog!".<div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12411812.post-48377684468424819892010-10-03T19:57:00.000-07:002010-10-03T19:57:48.963-07:00Butterflies and Bees<a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TKlCqcW0O0I/AAAAAAAAD2M/WYkQPqOPN3c/s1600/IMG_5428.JPG'><img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TKlCqcW0O0I/AAAAAAAAD2M/WYkQPqOPN3c/s320/IMG_5428.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br /><a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TKlCqjhJzwI/AAAAAAAAD2U/7E4N7Qk5jE0/s1600/IMG_5429.JPG'><img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TKlCqjhJzwI/AAAAAAAAD2U/7E4N7Qk5jE0/s320/IMG_5429.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br /><a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TKlCq48lTzI/AAAAAAAAD2c/UoBBckotLsQ/s1600/IMG_5430.JPG'><img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TKlCq48lTzI/AAAAAAAAD2c/UoBBckotLsQ/s320/IMG_5430.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br />I'd like to say these pictures are from my yard, but they are not. They are from a local garden. I did buy a butterfly bush so maybe it will attract some butterflies next year.<div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12411812.post-45849069062309482902010-10-03T19:54:00.000-07:002010-10-03T19:54:29.274-07:00Hummingbird<a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TKlB5MAyS2I/AAAAAAAAD2E/0mo8lkiUEcU/s1600/IMG_5412.JPG'><img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TKlB5MAyS2I/AAAAAAAAD2E/0mo8lkiUEcU/s320/IMG_5412.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br />This is not a good picture, but hummingbirds are fast. We finally had them coming semi regularly for about a month or so, when before they would only pass through. Next year I will be more diligent about putting out the feeder for them.<div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12411812.post-62893411634665797742010-09-06T18:24:00.000-07:002010-09-06T18:24:54.539-07:00Bucks<a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TIWUZL4ARpI/AAAAAAAAD1s/iyWVIQBtzlg/s1600/DSC01962.JPG'><img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TIWUZL4ARpI/AAAAAAAAD1s/iyWVIQBtzlg/s320/DSC01962.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br /><a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TIWUZXiKTKI/AAAAAAAAD10/tvVMOmDDIHg/s1600/DSC01964.JPG'><img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TIWUZXiKTKI/AAAAAAAAD10/tvVMOmDDIHg/s320/DSC01964.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br />Sorry I have not posted lately. The mosquitoes limit my outdoor activity to only as long as I can stand being eaten alive, which is about 5 minutes. Stupidly, I only tend to go outside during peak mosquito activity. I did get these buck pictures. I also have more to post, some animals you have not seen on my blog yet. So stay tuned.<div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12411812.post-79766532359854323932010-06-02T18:52:00.000-07:002010-06-02T18:52:00.364-07:00Two Worms Are Better Than OneHow to Play with Worms:<br /><a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TARn5Z7wNnI/AAAAAAAAD1U/fHq8N8SM1WM/s1600/IMG_4907.JPG'><img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TARn5Z7wNnI/AAAAAAAAD1U/fHq8N8SM1WM/s320/IMG_4907.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br />Step 1. Find a good location. <br /><a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TARn5gNIT6I/AAAAAAAAD1c/-gFvD3bqRHA/s1600/IMG_4908.JPG'><img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TARn5gNIT6I/AAAAAAAAD1c/-gFvD3bqRHA/s320/IMG_4908.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br />Step 2. Poke worm with stick, until it becomes two worms.<br /><a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TARn5yA_D_I/AAAAAAAAD1k/AKFkMIwPYeQ/s1600/IMG_4906.JPG'><img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TARn5yA_D_I/AAAAAAAAD1k/AKFkMIwPYeQ/s320/IMG_4906.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br />Step 3. Grasp worm tightly. <br /><div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><br />Step 4. Enjoy!<br /><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12411812.post-21813643255352379262010-06-01T18:46:00.000-07:002010-06-01T18:46:00.439-07:00Return of the Massive Frog<a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TARmcZaO3hI/AAAAAAAAD1E/xMnDj31ZyyA/s1600/IMG_4916.JPG'><img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TARmcZaO3hI/AAAAAAAAD1E/xMnDj31ZyyA/s320/IMG_4916.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br /><a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TARmcoe6y_I/AAAAAAAAD1M/1_Rh-twCNa8/s1600/IMG_4917.JPG'><img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TARmcoe6y_I/AAAAAAAAD1M/1_Rh-twCNa8/s320/IMG_4917.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12411812.post-59454400086007323632010-05-31T18:45:00.000-07:002010-05-31T18:45:14.316-07:00Just Hanging Out<a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TARmKBVrf2I/AAAAAAAAD08/pFKC4ffq1WM/s1600/IMG_4895.JPG'><img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/TARmKBVrf2I/AAAAAAAAD08/pFKC4ffq1WM/s320/IMG_4895.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12411812.post-41503482752319316262010-05-28T19:10:00.001-07:002010-05-28T19:16:29.294-07:00Fox Born This Year!Tonight we saw a slightly mangey fox. It stood on a log in the distance for a while before disappearing. Then it reappeared, running along our walkway, followed by the cutest baby fox! Well, it wasn't really a baby, but it wasn't full grown either, and must have been born this year. It had a distinctive dark spot of fur above its tail. I've never seen a fox with an unusual pattern like that before, so he will be easy to recognize. Then I saw it run under our deck! It came back out, hiding in the ferns, while I ran to get my camera, but I was too late, as it ran off into the park. Unfortunately, I took my camera trap inside since it hadn't taken any pictures lately, but I'll put it back out when I confirm it still works.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12411812.post-38670050107548907052010-05-06T18:58:00.000-07:002010-05-06T18:58:00.458-07:00Something of the Canine Variety<a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S-DQxdBrZzI/AAAAAAAAD0U/3V3zgMO5WLc/s1600/DSC01920.JPG'><img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S-DQxdBrZzI/AAAAAAAAD0U/3V3zgMO5WLc/s320/DSC01920.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br /><a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S-DQxqWXtZI/AAAAAAAAD0c/2U0vJ2eJBLs/s1600/DSC01921.JPG'><img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S-DQxqWXtZI/AAAAAAAAD0c/2U0vJ2eJBLs/s320/DSC01921.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br />When I checked the LCD of my camera outside, I saw what looked like a coyote. I thought, "Nah, how could we have coyotes in this area? It's probably just a dog." But I was excited at the prospect of it being a coyote because it sure did look like one. I thought this is either gonna be really good, or really disappointing, but not terribly disappointing since I've never gotten a picture of a dog before. Turns out, it's a coyote! I showed Camera Trap Codger to confirm the identification. Makes me a little uneasy knowing coyotes are around, since my toddler runs around outside all the time, sometimes getting out of my view before I can catch up to him. In the first shot at 10:39 p.m. on April 28th, you can see the glowing eyes, and only 33 seconds later he is right up close. Occasionally, you do hear stories of a random coyote showing up at a 7-11 in downtown Chicago, but you never expect to see one in suburban Virginia. In all my years of living in Virginia, I don't recall ever seeing one. So this is about as exciting as it gets.<div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12411812.post-12735134551419349472010-05-05T18:45:00.000-07:002010-05-05T18:45:00.198-07:00New Camera, New Location<a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S-DN3Z3rM_I/AAAAAAAADz0/gOjZZHHLWj8/s1600/DSC01901.JPG'><img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S-DN3Z3rM_I/AAAAAAAADz0/gOjZZHHLWj8/s320/DSC01901.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br /><a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S-DN3594BlI/AAAAAAAADz8/nHinJsKikMo/s1600/DSC01902.JPG'><img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S-DN3594BlI/AAAAAAAADz8/nHinJsKikMo/s320/DSC01902.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br /><a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S-DN4YIzxSI/AAAAAAAAD0E/EB5X6Gv80-I/s1600/DSC01903.JPG'><img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S-DN4YIzxSI/AAAAAAAAD0E/EB5X6Gv80-I/s320/DSC01903.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br /><a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S-DN4m-BebI/AAAAAAAAD0M/uAIee6zdnH0/s1600/DSC01904.JPG'><img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S-DN4m-BebI/AAAAAAAAD0M/uAIee6zdnH0/s320/DSC01904.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br />My old camera trap stopped working so Camera Trap Codger swapped it for one of his extra camera traps. He managed to get the old one working, and I eventually got the hang of using the new camera trap. I put it in a new location and was pleased to finally get some pictures of this young buck.<div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12411812.post-82258684082158114272010-05-04T18:42:00.000-07:002010-05-04T18:42:05.227-07:00Black Snake in the HouseI'm a little behind posting. Back in the beginning of March, we found a snake skin in our house, wrapped around some pipes in the basement. It measured over 5 feet long. Our guest bedroom is in the basement, but I figured what our guests don't know won't hurt them. We never did find the snake so we assume it made its way back outside. The other day while I was moving some bricks around outside, I found a small ring necked snake. It kept finding its way under the bricks so I had to gently nudge it with a stick. I've also found several salamanders hiding under logs and bricks recently. <br /><a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S-DM6057UdI/AAAAAAAADzs/b1CjrFhqCEI/s1600/IMG_4721.JPG'><img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S-DM6057UdI/AAAAAAAADzs/b1CjrFhqCEI/s320/IMG_4721.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12411812.post-47957837147810117252010-04-24T18:38:00.000-07:002010-04-24T18:49:29.330-07:00Great Horned OwlLast night at about 1 a.m. I heard a 4 note owl call, 14 times. At first it was very close, and it quickly sounded more and more distant, til I drifted off back to sleep. At least, I think it's a great horned owl, since that's what Camera Trap Codger thinks, and also I found Owl Pages has a <a href="http://www.owlpages.com/sounds/Bubo-virginianus-1.mp3">clip of a "pair calling"</a> which sounds pretty similar to what I heard (although what I heard didn't seem to be a pair). The Virginia Department of Game and Inland Fisheries has a web page describing the four <a href="http://www.dgif.virginia.gov/habitat/landowners/infosheets/owls_in_virginia.html">types of owls found in Virginia</a>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12411812.post-26607829612278085412010-02-20T18:25:00.000-08:002010-02-20T18:35:23.129-08:00Rat Caught on Video!!!The rat had been eating sunflower seeds in the garage during the blizzard, but I had been remiss in feeding him recently. The store was totally out of birdseed today, so I put on the porch some of our dwindling supply of sunflower seeds. I caught a glimpse of the rat going onto the porch and then it disappeared, but it kept coming back getting seeds and going back under the house, where a groundhog once lived. My digital camera was too slow to even get a picture of it, but I did get a short video. Not sure what my son was trying to say, probably something like "There it is!". I'd say it's a pretty cute rat, wouldn't you?<br /><OBJECT id=BLOG_video-1c32cc711261494e class=BLOG_video_class width=320 height=266 contentId="1c32cc711261494e"></OBJECT>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12411812.post-25280080782113160562010-02-20T18:24:00.000-08:002010-02-20T18:24:54.786-08:00Glacier<a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S4CZdVy1_zI/AAAAAAAADzY/mel6y8QRto8/s1600-h/IMG_4612.JPG'><img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S4CZdVy1_zI/AAAAAAAADzY/mel6y8QRto8/s320/IMG_4612.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br />We now have a glacier across our street, which will probably be there for some time. For several days after the most recent blizzard, truck after truck came and dumped load after load of snow. They must have gathered up all the snow in the county. It's about twice as tall as I am, and that's only one of the glaciers they created. I'm wondering if it will start to move when it melts, destroy everything in its path, and leave behind a huge pond.<div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12411812.post-62497475770319278612010-02-09T18:23:00.000-08:002010-02-09T18:23:19.662-08:00Desperate Deer<a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S3IYlV4Lv5I/AAAAAAAADzQ/5dz2gqO0lpY/s1600-h/IMG_4599.JPG'><img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S3IYlV4Lv5I/AAAAAAAADzQ/5dz2gqO0lpY/s320/IMG_4599.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br />I had just put my son down to sleep, when I come out and see a deer eating birdseed off our windowsill (the same window where the squirrel had been eating bird seed in an earlier post), with one of our cats right in its face, only separated by the glass. That's something you don't see every day. The poor deer are desperate and it's snowing AGAIN. We're due for another 10-20 inches with sleet and freezing rain. Last night we threw out lettuce and a cherry tomato off the front porch, but the deer didn't eat it. I guess they prefer bird seed. Good thing we bought more at the store today. I counted 9 deer in our yard. Usually we only see them in the back yard, not on our front doorstep. This is getting ridiculous. I guess that's what I get for attracting them with my compost pile. The picture is pretty bad, but you can see the deer's ears, and the blob in front is our cat.<div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12411812.post-34566481227053253282010-02-07T19:16:00.000-08:002010-02-07T19:16:39.426-08:00Signs of Life<a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S2-CE_wY7dI/AAAAAAAADy4/NrI4PZu1xR0/s1600-h/IMG_4581.JPG'><img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S2-CE_wY7dI/AAAAAAAADy4/NrI4PZu1xR0/s320/IMG_4581.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br /><a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S2-CFBVvh5I/AAAAAAAADzA/_qTK-l5lYIk/s1600-h/IMG_4582.JPG'><img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S2-CFBVvh5I/AAAAAAAADzA/_qTK-l5lYIk/s320/IMG_4582.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br /><a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S2-CFh7yYEI/AAAAAAAADzI/-b_K3cLGNBo/s1600-h/IMG_4585.JPG'><img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S2-CFh7yYEI/AAAAAAAADzI/-b_K3cLGNBo/s320/IMG_4585.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br />The foxes left their tracks in the snow. They seem to have taken shelter under our deck, headed for the woods, and decided to turn around and come back. They checked out the pond (now just a slight impression), and went along the house towards the wood pile. There was a set of smaller prints which may have been a rodent of some kind, light enough to not sink into the snow. Lots of birds visited our feeder, including juncos, titmouses (or titmice?), cardinals and nuthatches (which we don't normally see at feeders), and finches. A couple unfortunate birds hit our window, probably blinded by the snow. I also saw a hawk chasing a smaller bird. Haven't seen any deer. There are also signs of a rodent in our garage, which has been elusive so far, but I'm trying to get a picture.<div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12411812.post-20311606456776086912010-02-07T19:03:00.000-08:002010-02-07T19:04:07.626-08:00Second Blizzard of the Season<a href='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S29_I4j87SI/AAAAAAAADyY/zxpGAuiougM/s1600-h/IMG_4553.JPG'><img src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S29_I4j87SI/AAAAAAAADyY/zxpGAuiougM/s320/IMG_4553.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br /><a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S29_JDiNy7I/AAAAAAAADyg/TMO8ytImcFQ/s1600-h/IMG_4559.JPG'><img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S29_JDiNy7I/AAAAAAAADyg/TMO8ytImcFQ/s320/IMG_4559.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br /><a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S29_Jd1Z5KI/AAAAAAAADyo/2UVtJYnR9lM/s1600-h/IMG_4572.JPG'><img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S29_Jd1Z5KI/AAAAAAAADyo/2UVtJYnR9lM/s320/IMG_4572.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br /><a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S29_JhqP_wI/AAAAAAAADyw/UTPptAKkWDo/s1600-h/IMG_4574.JPG'><img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S29_JhqP_wI/AAAAAAAADyw/UTPptAKkWDo/s320/IMG_4574.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br />On February 6th, we got dumped on again. I measured 14.5 inches, but that was near the house. In places it drifted to over 25 inches. The weirdest thing was that in my footprints, the snow looked light blue, like blue glaciers and ice bergs I'm sure you've seen pictures of.<div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12411812.post-3448360632725545262010-02-07T18:58:00.000-08:002010-02-07T18:59:03.493-08:00Birds<a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S2998cVx_lI/AAAAAAAADx4/gPaIw68VdCk/s1600-h/IMG_4506.JPG'><img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S2998cVx_lI/AAAAAAAADx4/gPaIw68VdCk/s320/IMG_4506.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br /><a href='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S2998yOLPfI/AAAAAAAADyA/fViVA8PoSzw/s1600-h/IMG_4515.JPG'><img src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S2998yOLPfI/AAAAAAAADyA/fViVA8PoSzw/s320/IMG_4515.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br /><a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S2999GO0A8I/AAAAAAAADyI/vG8F3L5BTnE/s1600-h/IMG_4530.JPG'><img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S2999GO0A8I/AAAAAAAADyI/vG8F3L5BTnE/s320/IMG_4530.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br /><a href='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S2999UKLZUI/AAAAAAAADyQ/DCUpyuzmCfs/s1600-h/IMG_4532.JPG'><img src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xxa--6Vmf_o/S2999UKLZUI/AAAAAAAADyQ/DCUpyuzmCfs/s320/IMG_4532.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br />I'm losing track of the various snow storms. This was a minor one. Pictured here is a cardinal and a wren.<div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12411812.post-89586953012038761392010-02-03T18:22:00.000-08:002010-02-03T18:28:50.126-08:00My Photos on ImagekindI decided to upload some of my photos on a photography selling website, only to discover most of them don't have high enough resolution. Not that I'm all that great of a photographer, but occasionally I do get a good one. Plus I figure this is a better way to make money (not that I really plan on making any) than from Google Adsense. I tried it a while back and it selected ads for exterminating bats and things like that, which goes against what my blog is about. (What's up with that, Google? 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