Tag Archives: animals

Fuzz

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Stiff was delightfully bizarre. Gulp was disgusting but fascinating. I admit Spook was a tad disappointing. But now? There’s Fuzz.

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The new Mary Roach book that deals with human animal interaction.

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This book is fun and filled with quirky tidbits I’m going to enjoy sharing. Chapter one finds the author in Canada taking classes with WHART.

WHART. Wildlife-Human Attack Response Training taught by the British Columbia Conservation Officer Service.

First up? Examining mannequins that represent people who were killed/mauled by bear/cougar and trying to determine who did what.

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Ya gotta love Canada.

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Now I’ll never be able to eat a plum without thinking of this. Thanks Mary.

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Tampons. Useful any time of the month apparently.

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Bear print long johns? Geesh. That guy was just asking for it.

There was a large section on bears and bear attacks, which are actually quite rare… so in the interest of public service, I’ll share WHART’s best advice should you ever encounter one in the wild.

If a bear is threat displaying (pawing the ground, huffing) in an effort to intimidate you, it’s a bluff and you should back away slowly while speaking calmly to the animal. Maybe something like, “No worries Mr. Grizzly, this little ole blogger is going to sashay back to her car now and post about her near death experience. Follow my site for an awesome close up of those impressive teeth. Kudos to your dentist by the way, they really are pearly white.”

On the other hand, if the bear is in full predatory attack mode…never run. Open your jacket to look larger, yell, scream, throw rocks, stomp. If the bear starts to charge with his ears flat, you’re the one who needs to look scary. If this happens to me first thing in the morning when I wake up… pre hairdo and makeup? No problem. The bear doesn’t stand a chance.

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Nothing to see here, just a sunbathing seal floating by.

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We had lunch at the Muddy Rudder last week..

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Why the name?

Legend has it that many years ago the tugboat Portland slowly wound its way up the nearby Cousins River. Its destination was Yarmouth, and its purpose was to provide a place for good food, drink, and hospitality. A harsh nor’easter besieged the boat at its mooring and strong winds grounded and overturned her. The restaurant is built on that site.

But wait…. as we were sipping our adult beverages something was spotted outside.

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Do you see it?

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My iPhone camera doesn’t do him justice, but that’s one very chill seal slowly floating by on a chunk of rapidly melting ice.

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Wedge salad and clam chowder later…

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He was still floating. Though he’d flipped over on his stomach and turned to face foward.

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Fried scallops and a stuffed haddock with sherry lobster cream sauce later? He was gone, and we were full. Just another average day on the Maine coast….

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Bombarded by poo.

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In the continuing saga of my immersion into the myriad world of excrement, my television has now jumped on board.

Geesh… you review one book, write a few posts about the digestive tract and suddenly your world is filled with doo doo.

Poo on my FB reader.

Poo on my news feed.

Now?

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My DVR recorded the latest episode of Nova and of course, it’s all about poo.

Thankfully there was a segment of the program devoted to my beloved wombat and his delightfully cubed shaped dung so it wasn’t a total loss.

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I mean really, what’s cuter than that?

But cuddly wombat aside, it does make me wonder where the next batch of excrement will pop up in my life.

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I certainly hope not. But at this point it wouldn’t surprise me..

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Precariously perched.

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We all know squirrels are dedicated acrobats, pilfering seed from feeders upside down and while hanging from one foot. But the other day I found myself being impressed with their balance.

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This little guy was sitting straight up… on a bent branch of our crabapple tree… in high wind.

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It was cold, and his little front feet were tucked in.

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But his back trotters were gripping for all they were worth.

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Bravo little guy.

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News you can’t use.

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A few useless headlines from my news feed, just because.

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Help me out here Florida people. Does this really happen? And if so, why are you not posting pictures! Random lizards falling from the sky should rate a blog now and then.

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It’s official… even the Queen is feeling the pinch of inflation. Keep your eye on eBay, there might be some nice jewelry up for bid soon.

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Most excellent. Here’s hoping they let Willow roam the halls of Congress and poop in Ted Cruz’s briefcase.

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Are we?

I’m not, but if you are … please share. I’ve heard it’s called the God molecule and people experience death when tripping. That doesn’t sound like my idea of a good time, but to each their own.

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Sonoran desert toad is not impressed.

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Two’s company, three’s a crowd.

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Three grey squirrels were braving the elements for a nosh during our last snow storm.

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This fellow was first to the tray feeder, scrambling up the pole and settling in to munch.

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Squirrel number two had a harder time with the slippery pole….

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But after a few comical attempts… made it to the tray of treats.

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Squirrel #1 was not happy to share and a major scuffle broke out, but it was over quickly and a truce was called.

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All was well until squirrel #3 showed up.

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He climbed the pole 4 times and was booted off in no uncertain terms.

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Two is company… and apparently three is one squirrel too many.

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Strange but wonderful.

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I bought an interesting desk calendar for the New Year last week.

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It’s filled with bizarre facts about animals you didn’t need to know, but now will.. because I’m going to share all the weirdest.

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Buttered popcorn scented musk glands?

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That qualifies as weird in my book. And since I’d never heard of this creature I wasn’t going to take their drawing as proof…

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But you have to admit..

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Arctictis binturong sleep on branch

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They nailed it.

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Squirrelly goodness

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Since this morning’s post was about death and ridding our property of an unwanted visitor (sayonara Mr. Rat!)…. let’s pivot to some welcome visitors this afternoon.

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Lots of people dislike grey squirrels as they raid bird feeders and eat most of the seed.

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But at Casa River we applaud their bravery at crossing the wide open expanse of back lawn and let them enjoy the buffet.

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Caution is key as there are numerous birds of prey patrolling the neighborhood.

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Greys are ever vigilant.

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But once the coast is clear?

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Squirrelly smiles.

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With a nod to James Cagney.

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In response to the recent rat sighting at Casa River, steps have been taken.

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While I will never use poison on our property, this was recommended to me as an alternative.

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While killing any creature is not a pleasant thought, I’ve seen what happens when rats are given free reign and it’s not pretty. This products interacts with the strange digestive hairs rats and mice possess and blocks thirst receptors. Basically it tells the animals not to drink and they dehydrate. A State animal control officer assured me this will not harm birds of prey or mammals if they happen to eat the dead mice/rats.

So with a nod to Jimmy Cagney …

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Bye bye rat.

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