Noontime Report

Nothing to report, really. It feels 36% less miserable today than yesterday, thanks to the absence of wind.  It’s a sunny noon, and the birds are singing – where have they been, anyway? I heard a familiar two-note call from a Star-breasted Gracken, which I haven’t heard in months. Perhaps they all migrated back in January, where they survive on nuts, seeds, and the bodies of the Grackens who migrated back in December.

Note: there is no such thing as a Star-Breasted Gracken. I made that up. Birds and trees are two things about which I know nothing. Cardinals and evergreens, that’s about it.

Putting the issue of my ignorance aside for a moment – give it a try, the practice will come in handy - that’s one of the things I miss in the winter. No critters. Last summer a raccoon the size of a very large raccoon walked up to the edge of the light in the backyard, and scared the bejeeziz out of my wife so badly she needed bejeeziz transfusions for a week. It was a nice reminder that the city’s not all pavement and people; there’s a rich complex ecosystem thriving in the bushes, full of rabies. I miss the squirrels, too. They’re still around – saw a white one dash by the other day, and you wonder if the other squirrels regard him as some sort of superhero. He has the power of invisibility! But the backyard trees are usually full of the creatures, running around, arguing, chasing each other. We have rabbits aplenty as well. The odd frog. Crickets and cicadas. Miss them all.

The good news? January has eleven hours to go. January is the worst of it; January seems eternal. February is a quick spring to the bipolar mess of March, which feeds our hopes and dashes them in the course of a few days; it thaws, blizzards, rains, freezes, the last convulsions of winter before it tears itself apart and trickles down the drain. Here comes the home stretch. When we see the first Ochre-wing Eastern Starling,* you’ll know it’s spring.

They usually nest in coniferous larches.**

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* not a real bird

** not a real tree 


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lol

that's some classic lileks.


Not to Snow on Anyone's Parade

but when I lived in the land where the sun routinely refused to shine for 20-30 days in a row in Winter (otherwise known as Michigan) I used to think that February was the worst month of all. Short, but nasty and brutally cold every day it seemed. Don't miss one minute of it.


if it makes you feel any better...

Last fall we gutted the upstairs of our house to remodel into a master bed/bath, and found tons of...guano, to put it nicely. We thought since it was winter our bat friends would be off on warm-weather getaways, but last night we hauled up a piece of sheetrock and one little guy was up there squeaking away. Dunno where he came from, but the SO has been working up there steadily and that's the first one we've seen since October. Spring must be on its way!


White squirrels

Those albinos don't last long, a lesson to us all not to stand out from the background. I had one for a neighbor when I first moved into my house, a couple years ago. After a while he showed up with a severely short tail (near miss). Then before long he disappeared altogether.

I don't think I'd want to be a white squirrel.

Or a White Gracken, for that matter.


White squirrels galore!

Okay, maybe not "galore" but do two count? Two that have survived (or got body doubles?) at least the three years I've had a doggy. They're in my nearby neighborhood park in NE Mpls. Had thought it was one, but noooo, there are two. In the summer they look like bits of paper trash, so that's how they blend in our urban environs. ...still invisible, are you?...


larch

Hey! I'm a Larch. I'm a conifer. I'm a REAL tree.


Black Skwerls

We get lots of black skwerls around here. I think they camouflage themselves by looking like the shadow of the skwerl next to them.

Clever little devils.


Squirrel mystery

Okay, if we're going to discuss squirrels here, I've got a sighting that has me wondering if I was seeing things. Last May I was in Argyle, WI (about 50 miles SW of Madison) and I swear I spotted a black squirrel with a bright orange tail. He scampered across the lawn so fast that he was gone by the time I pointed him out. When I described him to my husband's family, they looked at me like I was crazy. If I am, I've got to work on better hallucinations.


Codename: Shadow Tail*

I have noticed that a number of the black squirrels still have a lot of the yellow/gray fur mixed in with the black. With there tail poofed up and catching the sun, it may look orange or at least a lot lighter than the rest of him.

Other wise he was hit by bad kids with paintball guns.

*"shadow tail" is the etymological origin/meaniing of the name squirrel/ecureuil


Larches

Thurber may have covered them in Extinct Animals of Bermuda.


White Squirrel Majority

My parents live in Brevard, NC, where (non-albino) white squirrels are an abundant species. My dad's always taking pictures of them outside the house. There are only a few towns in the country that have populations of white squirrels, and Brevard's one of them.


brrrds!

that's funny you mention it, because i commented to my boss this morning that the birds were out and singing. i thought they came back too early, because they sure didn't miss winter. seems like they came back in the middle of it.


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