Saturday, June 20, 2009

Back in the rain.

Blue-eyed Grass ( Sisyrinchium L.)

Bracken Fern (Pteridium aquilinum)

Speckled Alder (Alnus rugosa)

Serviceberry (Amelanchier spp.)

Tamarack (Larix laricina)

Robert Hunter once wrote a song called "Keys to the Rain." I wish I had those keys right now. The forecast is for rain clear until the end of the coming week. Maine is a maritime climate, no doubt about it. And so what does one do when it rains seemingly without end? Go outside and take some photographs.

Friday, June 19, 2009

Sunny day


Aspen (Populus tremuloides)


Bunchberry (Cornus canadensis)

Bracken Fern (Pteridium aquilinum)



Savannah Sparrow (Passerculus sandwichensis)

Pooter

We have not had much sun this month. It has been a wet month and so when the sun shines, even for a few hours, it's time to rejoice. Or pick yourself up from your fetal ball and dry your eyes and have some fun.
It has been with some trepidation that we go into summer here in western Maine. The last few years summer began in July and ended in early August. So while the sun shines it's good. With luck and hope we might have summer.

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Albatross Necropsy

If you have a weak stomach, don't watch, you have been forewarned. But you should watch it and see how plastics harm our wildlife.

Friday, June 12, 2009

Pseudoscorpion


Yesterday morning while I was shaving, this little guy came walking down the wall. Pseudoscorpions are pretty common in my house, and perfectly welcome to share my space.
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Savannah Sparrow and Dark-eyed juncos



(edited: had a brain cramp, and called a Savannah Sparrow a Grasshopper Sparrow. I guess I should read my own posts more carefully.)

Bears in the night.

Around 2:45am on the 11th, a bear stopped by the house to check out the bird feeders. I stepped out to push it away, which is usually pretty easy, you just go outside. Well I heard claws on tree bark, and knew I was dealing with a mom and cubs. I didn't see the cubs, but saw mom. She looked at me started popping her teeth and I bolted.
Here's what she left behind. (No I can assure you it wasn't me.)


And that was the second bear in a week.