Hurricane Hermine transported potentially thousands of birds from the Gulf of Mexico into the Southeast. We know this because the National Weather Service’s radar clearly shows signatures trapped inside the rain-free eye that we know represent winged creatures.
Of course this means that new and potentially rare species will be transported from the tropics to the mid-latitudes, which excites bird watchers. As I’m sure you know, birding is a serious hobby.
Right?
A dear friend is a birder. She convinced her husband to build their house within walking distance of the Ding Darling Wildlife Refuge on Sanibel Island so she can go take pictures of birds. She thinks that because it's important to her, it should be important to everyone. I like vultures and raptors, lesser birds can go fuck themselves.
Hey, now. I ain't prejudiced. Some of my friends are Birders. Why, we hired one o' them at work not too long ago!
I actually have to admit to watching birds, but I watch almost everything in the natural world. I'm pretty good with east coastal, estuarine birds and raptors, but the Warblers get to me. I'll let you know when the Roseate Spoonbills get dropped off in my yard.
I like birds, they're the one piece of wildlife that's always close by. Them, and spiders. Always. Right. There.
I just live in a place where I don't get to see a lot of exotic birds, or sea birds, or wading birds. Lots of raptors, corvids, upland game birds. Robins, hummingbirds, and the ones that always crap on my truck, what are they called, other than shitbirds?
The most colorful ones we see here are orioles and goldfinches. I don't want to encourage any more of 'em, because there's cats.
Our two current felids, as part of the adoption arrangement, have to be kept indoors. The local fauna have rejoiced. Anyone who bitches about wind farms taking out flying things doesn't realize that that cull pales in comparison to what Fluffy Incorporated takes out each year.
I don't have one of my own, but one kinda came with the house. When I was doing a walk-through before I bought it, a cat rubbed on my leg out in the yard. I took it as an omen, and put in my offer that evening. Now, almost four years later, he comes in to eat almost every day. Lately, he's even requested demanded lap time. No way in hell I could ever keep him locked in, not at this late stage.
yeah, I hear you. I also feel kind of bad for mine not being able to go out, but damn, around here, the last couple of kittehs we had brought in fur, feathers and scales on a regular basis.
my hound takes out his share- squirrels also too. He came parading up to the back door the other day with the one who had taken to teasing him recently. Poor squirrel seriously underestimated the speed that a well motivated wolf dog can get across the back yard.
Typical college prank for people who passed out at my place: put most of a loaf of Wonder Bread all over their cars. The Laughing Gulls would leave it a horrific mess.
I enjoyed those Scrub Jays, Sandhill Cranes and those black-and-white guys (Magpies?) when I was out in Montana/Yellowstone.
It's pretty gusty here, bot no rain yet. It's all out offshore, so far. Beaches are getting pummeled.
yep, when I was in FLA, a co-worker of mine said tropical storms will get you went and windy when you're under them, but will suck all the moisture away from where they aren't.
I sure wish we could share some of that rain. This is to the point of major suckage, and beyond.
None Jays here. I had a love/hate relationship with them when I lived four thousand feet higher. I saved a babby Steller's Jay that had fallen out of the nest. A neighbor's puppy was worrying it to death. Later that summer, the damned bird would wake me up before sunrise every damned morning.
The first, fraught-with-tension meeting between the leaders of the behaviorists and the cognitive ethologists was defused when each found the other was a birder.
When I'm in Yosemite Valley and see RVs with their satellite dishes hooked up, I'm very glad that the hiking trails are way too narrow to allow them to get up to the places that I like. Some folks have very different ideas of "camping" than I do.
Also: It's illegal to gather firewood in Yosemite Valley, but the general store there sells firewood. The hundreds of campfires burning by folks doing the "park your car and camp next to it" in the valley makes me nostalgic for the air quality of 1950s Los Angeles. Yuck.
I think I recall hearing they were doing some repairs to the roads, but I don't know if that would have any effect on viewing habits. What I remember most was the oppressive humidity. Not just there, but everywhere. The only time it was tolerable was when it was actually raining, but I was on a motorcycle, so that wasn't much help either.
You can set your clock to them here. They know when fishing season opens, and they fly up the Owens Valley to Crowley Lake the week before. To the uninitiated, they are mistaken for geese due to their flight formation.
Hurricane Hermine transported potentially thousands of birds from the Gulf of Mexico into the Southeast. We know this because the National Weather Service’s radar clearly shows signatures trapped inside the rain-free eye that we know represent winged creatures.
HOW DO WE KNOW THEY'RE BIRDS???
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Of course this means that new and potentially rare species will be transported from the tropics to the mid-latitudes, which excites bird watchers. As I’m sure you know, birding is a serious hobby.
AUGH. Birders.
Right?
A dear friend is a birder. She convinced her husband to build their house within walking distance of the Ding Darling Wildlife Refuge on Sanibel Island so she can go take pictures of birds. She thinks that because it's important to her, it should be important to everyone. I like vultures and raptors, lesser birds can go fuck themselves.
Don't be a turkey. Birds are cool.
Hey, now. I ain't prejudiced. Some of my friends are Birders. Why, we hired one o' them at work not too long ago!
I actually have to admit to watching birds, but I watch almost everything in the natural world. I'm pretty good with east coastal, estuarine birds and raptors, but the Warblers get to me. I'll let you know when the Roseate Spoonbills get dropped off in my yard.
I like birds, they're the one piece of wildlife that's always close by. Them, and spiders. Always. Right. There.
I just live in a place where I don't get to see a lot of exotic birds, or sea birds, or wading birds. Lots of raptors, corvids, upland game birds. Robins, hummingbirds, and the ones that always crap on my truck, what are they called, other than shitbirds?
The most colorful ones we see here are orioles and goldfinches. I don't want to encourage any more of 'em, because there's cats.
Our two current felids, as part of the adoption arrangement, have to be kept indoors. The local fauna have rejoiced. Anyone who bitches about wind farms taking out flying things doesn't realize that that cull pales in comparison to what Fluffy Incorporated takes out each year.
I don't have one of my own, but one kinda came with the house. When I was doing a walk-through before I bought it, a cat rubbed on my leg out in the yard. I took it as an omen, and put in my offer that evening. Now, almost four years later, he comes in to eat almost every day. Lately, he's even
requesteddemanded lap time. No way in hell I could ever keep him locked in, not at this late stage.yeah, I hear you. I also feel kind of bad for mine not being able to go out, but damn, around here, the last couple of kittehs we had brought in fur, feathers and scales on a regular basis.
my hound takes out his share- squirrels also too. He came parading up to the back door the other day with the one who had taken to teasing him recently. Poor squirrel seriously underestimated the speed that a well motivated wolf dog can get across the back yard.
Typical college prank for people who passed out at my place: put most of a loaf of Wonder Bread all over their cars. The Laughing Gulls would leave it a horrific mess.
I enjoyed those Scrub Jays, Sandhill Cranes and those black-and-white guys (Magpies?) when I was out in Montana/Yellowstone.
It's pretty gusty here, bot no rain yet. It's all out offshore, so far. Beaches are getting pummeled.
yep, when I was in FLA, a co-worker of mine said tropical storms will get you went and windy when you're under them, but will suck all the moisture away from where they aren't.
I sure wish we could share some of that rain. This is to the point of major suckage, and beyond.
None Jays here. I had a love/hate relationship with them when I lived four thousand feet higher. I saved a babby Steller's Jay that had fallen out of the nest. A neighbor's puppy was worrying it to death. Later that summer, the damned bird would wake me up before sunrise every damned morning.
The first, fraught-with-tension meeting between the leaders of the behaviorists and the cognitive ethologists was defused when each found the other was a birder.
Ding Darling: America's only drive-thru wildlife refuge. Come join the parade of RVs as they follow each heron from pond to pond!
Or maybe they've fixed that since I was there years ago.
When I'm in Yosemite Valley and see RVs with their satellite dishes hooked up, I'm very glad that the hiking trails are way too narrow to allow them to get up to the places that I like. Some folks have very different ideas of "camping" than I do.
Also: It's illegal to gather firewood in Yosemite Valley, but the general store there sells firewood. The hundreds of campfires burning by folks doing the "park your car and camp next to it" in the valley makes me nostalgic for the air quality of 1950s Los Angeles. Yuck.
I think I recall hearing they were doing some repairs to the roads, but I don't know if that would have any effect on viewing habits. What I remember most was the oppressive humidity. Not just there, but everywhere. The only time it was tolerable was when it was actually raining, but I was on a motorcycle, so that wasn't much help either.
Look! Isn't that a rare '77 Winnebago?
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Airstream or GTFO
Actual human beings, thousands of them, go to Hinckley, Ohio every March 15. Why? Buzzards. WHY WOULD YOU GO OUT OF YOUR WAY TO LOOK AT BUZZARDS
Isn't this where you post a hawt anime buzzard pic?
BUILD THE DANG FENCE!!!
Oh, and AZ/Southern California Wonkvillains might want to keep an eye on Invest 92E off the SW coast of Mexico. It might head up that way.
earlier this week we had some mid-level tropical moisture in Nor Cal- two bitchin' sunsets were had.
Hopefully we get some more rain- our monsoon season kind of fizzled out
are the warehouses as big as they say they are?
It's a Jungle out there.
Here, it's hatcheries vs. pelicans.
every once in awhile we'll get a pelican blown all the way into AZ from the Pacific storms
You can set your clock to them here. They know when fishing season opens, and they fly up the Owens Valley to Crowley Lake the week before. To the uninitiated, they are mistaken for geese due to their flight formation.