Monday, March 26, 2018

BDFB Sex

We are awash in Bird, Dog, Flower, and Bee Sex. After a week of non-stop humping, we scheduled the girl dog for surgery next month:
The Bee sex is less bothersome. It causes the carpenter bees to hover, just long enough for me to get an in flight photo:
The bird sex causes the birds to get a little confused. This one ended up on the wrong side of the window trying to find love first from a glass donkey and then with a WiFi repeater:
Then he looked at me eye-to-eye, correctly concluded I was not a bird, and moved on:
And the flower sex! Those flowers know how to strut their stuff:
I used a trick from Mom and Dad and brought a few inside for easier portraits:
These guys happened to stroll through the portrait studio:
I’m back outside, digging out new trails. I found an interesting rock with a 2' ring embedded in it. I think it is something called a “Liesegang rings” or “fish eyes”. Origin theories abound, I’m thinking a giant spent too much time watching TV and petrified his eye.
A couple of before and after shots of some trail work:





Nick posted some great photos of Clark and Max on his blog:
I did a video on my new trail cameras:

Closing with one of the creatures I dug up:
Bruce

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

Coyote hunting

Coyotes have moved into the neighborhood. Some of our backyard creatures are scared:
Others are defiant:
Others are peacefully oblivious:
I used the coyote invasion as an excuse to setup more cameras in the forest:
And I caught him!
Also caught some possums and an armadillo:
For catching birds, I put the camera close to the feeder:
Then use a remote control and then wait for them to smile:
I had fun with a power washer, cleaning steps and sidewalk at Irina’s still un-sold house:
Back home, we were planing on replacing some worn bathroom vanities when I discovered that you can re-surface them with a special paint:
It has embedded rock chips that give it a quartz like finish:
I wired up our creek fountains so I can talk to them:


Closing with one more bird photo. I don’t think he liked me.
Bruce