Sunday, January 23, 2011

Winter backyard wildlife

Thomas noticed this fat, tailless squirrel eating bark off of our large tree in the backyard:We haven't seen this guy in our yard before; our squirrels are more svelte. I wonder what happened to his tail -- I'd imagine that would affect his balance, so hopefully he can survive and our resident squirrels will allow him in their territory.

I thought it was interesting that we can see the squirrel tracks in our backyard -- they appear to only have a couple of routes that they follow:
(If you look closely, you can see the squirrel still sitting in the right crook of the tree.)

It has been really cold around here. I had to do my 20 mile run this morning, and it was so unpleasant! The temperature was 1.6 degrees at the start. I may never do a winter marathon again. The good news is that I am now officially tapering, which means I get to decrease my mileage. We'll probably get a winter heat wave so I can't go out and enjoy it!

Next week, we are going owling twice, so hopefully I will have some pictures to post, though I suspect owls are rather elusive!

3 comments:

June said...

I love your blog, especially now that you have a temporary Amazon (I have five). I noticed your owl watching comment. I just read a great book about a pet owl. i never dreamed anyone could have a pet owl (wow, what a commitment).

http://www.amazon.com/Wesley-Owl-Remarkable-Love-Story/dp/1416551778/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1295915776&sr=1-1

It was sooooo good! Just thought I'd give you you a heads up.

June

Mary said...

Thanks so much for the comment, June. Five amazons -- your house must be full of happiness and noise!

I will try to get that book from the library -- as long as it isn't sad!

Anonymous said...

Oh, the book is sad at the very end. The author gives you warning to stop reading here if you don't want to cry. It's at the very end, so the rest of the book is very happy. I did cry, even hours later, but I cry at the drop of a hat.
My house is crazy and sounds like a jungle. My husband calls it an insane asylum, but we're used to it. The first parrot moved in 19 years ago. We also have one Senegal. She is top bird of the flock, and presides over the dog and four cats.
Take care,
June