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Narragansett mornings and evenings
A few photos over the last couple of days.
Bird-watching at Wildwood Cemetery
Our local library sponsored a guided bird-watching walk through the cemetery across the street. Most people brought binoculars. I brought my camera and a zoom lens. Here are the highlights:
Turtles!
Beta made a child-appropriate educational video as part of her senior project. She did a great job. Enjoy!
“A coating to an inch,” They Said
The forecast was for “a coating to an inch of snow, over by morning.”
That… isn’t what happened.
Sassy chipmunk
This sassy little chipmunk likes to sit on our fence and chirp at the world. Here he is in the middle of one of his rants.
Make sure you turn up your volume to hear the barrage of chirps.
Bunnies Attack!
Mama Woodchuck is not up to having guests at her family’s garden party…
Canadians
The reason that ill-tempered Canadians don’t exist is that when a Canadian becomes mean they are magically transformed into a Canada goose, and flap off to find a flock.
Winter, New England Style
Ah, winter in New England. Go home, winter, you’re already drunk and it’s barely December.
Last week we had a snowstorm and we were home-bound for three days. School was cancelled on Monday and Tuesday. I worked from home both days and slowly dug out in the afternoons.
A week later, temperatures reached 60° F. I was walking around in shorts and flip-flops. (I might be weird, but you have to admit that it wasn’t weather-inappropriate.) The clouds dropped two inches of water on us. With nowhere for the water to go, there are puddles and ponds everywhere.
Last night, the temperature rapidly dropped, the rain turned to snow, and we got a couple or more inches. At least the end of the day cleared up with some sun. The snowmelt, which became treacherous as night fell, was downright beautiful for a while.
Tonight, as I left the house to take the dog for an icy, slippery walk, I saw signs that we had some visitors during the day. A hawk snatched a meal from our front yard. Meghan left our Thanksgiving bundle of corn out for the birds and squirrels; it seems that we’re feeding the whole neighborhood instead.
By this weekend we’re expecting to be back in the 50s with more rain. The rollercoaster that is our local weather continues. Whee!
Owls!
I stepped outside with the dog while she did her business and stayed for a minute to look at a “spoke” pattern in the clouds, when I heard an Eastern Screech Owl nearby.
It took me a few minutes to identify it when I got back inside, but my Google-fu is strong today. The call is a “tremolo” which mated pairs and families use to keep in touch. I heard it repeat several times.