...I scratches.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
Friday, January 21, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
As long as the water's open, I'm staying!
So what if the air's 10 or 15 below? Water that is not frozen is at least 32 degrees Fahrenheit. Of course, if you don't have a thick layer of down feathers and a waterproof outer layer, you're doomed. But that hardly applies to me. I laugh at the cold.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
That sneaky person
That woman I live with is sure sneaky. She left recording equipment with me the other night when she went to bed, and didn't tell me it was on! I'd have done my louder, cooler calls if I'd known. I was quiet all night until about 1:30, when I just felt like talking for a bit. But I didn't do my cool trill, or my regular, longer, full-strength whinny. Anyway, if you're interested, here's my entire night's production, an unedited recording which lasts a little more than 4 minutes, with all my normal pauses between calls.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
So I thought I'd give her a thrill
That human who lives with me brings me a freshly defrosted mouse every night, and she's really not such a bad person, for a human. So tonight I gave her a thrill—I let her record my voice. I wasn't about to let loose with some great calls, not with the microphone right there, but still, I've never seen her so excited. Was it really worth it?
Sunday, January 9, 2011
The sad truth about Woodstock
Anyone with a field guide to North American birds knows that Woodstock is a female Prothonotary Warbler, artistically captured during an unfortunate moment in her molt. She started her Peanuts role as secretary, a befitting role for any prothonotary. (If you don't believe me, look it up!) What people may not realize is that this poor bird had to pretend to be a male in order to be accepted as a friend, rather than a "lowly" secretary, by a certain beagle who shall go unnamed.
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