Refrigerans magnetus is unusual among amphibians in that the pupils of the eyes are circular rather than a horizontal or vertical slit. The reasons for this physical anomaly are unknown, although some speculate that it may have to do with the frog's preference for artificial light. These creatures are drawn to kitchens where they attach themselves to freezers and refrigerators (hence the Latin name) and emit a mating call not unlike the humming sound made by the motors of those appliances. The above specimen was discovered in natural surroundings, and quite unnaturally for the species. I would postulate that the unseasonally cool temperatures in the area may be encouraging these rare frogs into habitat not normally utilized.
This is the 15th year of continuous daily publication for 365Caws. All things considered, it's likely it will be the last year as it is becoming increasingly difficult for me to find interesting material. However, I hope that I may have inspired someone to a greater curiosity about the natural world with my natural history posts, or encouraged a novice weaver or needleworker. If so, I've done what I set out to do.
Saturday, March 31, 2012
A Right Frog-Strangler Rain
Refrigerans magnetus is unusual among amphibians in that the pupils of the eyes are circular rather than a horizontal or vertical slit. The reasons for this physical anomaly are unknown, although some speculate that it may have to do with the frog's preference for artificial light. These creatures are drawn to kitchens where they attach themselves to freezers and refrigerators (hence the Latin name) and emit a mating call not unlike the humming sound made by the motors of those appliances. The above specimen was discovered in natural surroundings, and quite unnaturally for the species. I would postulate that the unseasonally cool temperatures in the area may be encouraging these rare frogs into habitat not normally utilized.
Friday, March 30, 2012
For Rent, Cheep
The official date of the swallows' historic return to Capistrano is March 21. My Tree Swallows keep a somewhat more relaxed schedule and may arrive a week earlier or later, but this year, they are unseasonably late. I blame our recent low-elevation snow and continuing cool temperatures. The swallow houses stand empty, available for immediate occupancy, and I won't even ask for a credit check.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Raven
This small desktop "story pole" (the term which is currently considered to be politically correct) comes from the Tulalip nation and was carved in part by Ed Loney as a gift to my mother. When he passed away, the work was completed by his understudy George Craig. Raven, with his prominent "ears" and outstretched wings is the topmost figure.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
The Caw
Red-Winged Blackbirds, Agelaius Phoeniceus
That said, there were a few other folk visiting the pond: a Great Blue Heron (possibly the same bird whose portrait I've made previously) and another good friend who stole the show. Today, 365 Caws has a bonus edition, and for "good caws." Stay tuned!
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Rings
Monday, March 26, 2012
Grosbeak Hazel
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Skunk Cabbage, Lysichitum Americanum
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Undaunted, Spring Rises
Friday, March 23, 2012
A Storybook Farm
In the last twenty years, restoration of the wetland has been a project for a variety of groups. Contractors were brought in to restore the natural meander, native plants have been reintroduced to the flood plain and invasive species have been removed. Today, visitors to this lovely valley will see farm buildings such as this only above the flood plain. Most lowland structures have been removed.
Thursday, March 22, 2012
The Daily Eagle
Now when you're creeping up on an eagle, "slow" is the operative word. It took me half an hour, feet freezing in rubber boots, to get into position for this shot. It's still a strong zoom (74x, if memory serves), but it brought out the detail in his feathers and more importantly, his eye. The trick was finding a spot where he didn't have a branch obscuring his face and then waiting for him to turn his head into a position where his eye wasn't in shadow. I thought I might get a little closer, but my next movement sent him into flight, but he'll be back. I never tire of these magnificent birds even though they're quite common in my area.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Zeno's Paradox
...fails miserably at reaching his destination, because he still has half the distance left to travel from the last point at which he stopped.
Despite the fact that Aristotle stepped in a few years later and refuted this assertation by introducing time into the equation, his solution was still not perfect. Today, the hypothesis remains a subject for debate, and perhaps will not be fully resolved until Mankind develops the mental capacity for embracing dimensions beyond the normally accepted four.
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Herd In Passing
These magnificent animals are most likely to be spotted at dawn and dusk, times when the light is dim and the possibility of getting a good photograph is minimal, even for those of us who live here. However, as we drove toward the Park this morning, the elk were out on both sides of the road, close enough to the highway that we could remain in the car and avoid spooking them into flight.
Monday, March 19, 2012
Spaghetti Betty
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Let's Go Fishing
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Crow In Winter
Perhaps not so strangely, this story has a parallel among the Australian Aboriginal peoples. There, it was the clever Crows who got together to save their companions. They took long sticks in their beaks and pried up the edge of the great darkness, allowing light to creep in beneath its hem.
Today, the Crows brought both light and snow to the morning, reminding me of the legend as they gathered in the big Doug fir to await their daily tribute of dog kibble.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Catkins
Pussywillows elsewhere around here are done, their catkins gone to long, drooping strands laden with yellow pollen. March is not pussywillow season, not at all. And yet there was the evidence on the bush: catkins, soft and silvery in the dismal light of afternoon, as if to acknowledge the newly potted twigs, "Oh, I see you've come to join me. I'll dress for the occasion." It was certainly a surprise for me, and now I trust that I will never have a shortage of pussywillows again, although I don't think I can expect to see them bloom in January as everyone else's do.
Thursday, March 15, 2012
Eagle Peak From Longmire Meadow
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Bike-Eating Tree
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
An Inconvenience Of Snow
Grosbeaks such as this fellow and the other smaller birds walk on the top of it, repeated landings knocking most of it off the feeder roofs. Below the feeders, the surface is stamped with tiny footprints and peck marks where the ground crew has been cleaning up scattered seed. To them, beings with no regard for the calendar, this snowfall is but a minor inconvenience. To me, on the other hand, it is a puzzlement. Why a January snow in March? That's what I want to know.
Monday, March 12, 2012
New Kid In The Club
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Oh, Brother!
When my forty-year old sewing machine died last fall, I won't say I was exactly jubilant, but I did figure it gave me the excuse I needed to say, "That's it. I never have to sew again." Shortly thereafter, I discovered I needed to replace the elastic in a favorite pair of trousers. I bought new trousers instead. Then I needed to take six inches off the bottoms of my uniform pants. I paid to have it done. All of a sudden, buying a new sewing machine started to look like a better option.
Well, I've been putting up with long tails on my uniform shirts for over a month now. They're long enough that I could belt the shirts and pass them off as summer mini-skirt dresses. It's a five-minute process to tuck them down pantlegs when I've responded to a call of nature, and occasionally, I've inadvertently dipped them in the bowl. Yeah, a sewing machine was definitely in order.
To that end, today I bought a low-end Brother at Walmart. The shirts are hemmed. Hopefully, I won't have to sew anything else for a year or more.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Skunk And A Bouncy Ball
Skunk is no spring chicken. She's coming up on her tenth birthday and has arthritis in her hips and back. Today, she forgot about the aches and pains of age for a bit to be a kitten again, and then laid down for a nap where she could keep an eye on that bouncy ball just in case it decided to bounce off somewhere without her.
Friday, March 9, 2012
Cootie
My father and mother played this game, and it was perhaps my first introduction to the scientific terms for insect body parts. At four or five years old, the words fascinated me and after all, the box does state, "an exciting educational game for all ages." Was it a guidepost on the course of my life? Yes, I believe so.
Cooties. Whodathunk they'd play a role in the formative years of a child?
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Bike Trail Chuckle
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Disk Harrow
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Stalacticicle
Monday, March 5, 2012
Spring Pastels
The robin exchange is well documented and occurs almost everywhere these birds are found. Most people believe that they have the same robins year-'round, but that's not true. I don't quite follow the robin logic here, since obviously the needs of the incoming robins are adequately met. Why don't the outgoing robins simply stay on? Is some holdover gene spurring them to migrate in the fashion of their antecedents? Or is it just because they enjoy a change of scenery? In any event, a swell of red-breasted spring heralds has arrived, and are chanting a chorus of chirps to dispel the snow.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
Pufferbelly Smokestack
See the little pufferbellies, all in a row.
See the stationmaster pull the little handle.
Chug-chug, toot-toot, off they go!"
This one isn't going anywhere, unfortunately, but it sits outside the tiny Elbe depot owned by Mt. Rainier Scenic Railroad to encourage people to take a ride. Passengers travel between Elbe and Mineral, crossing the Nisqually River on a new bridge which replaced the one washed out in the floods of 1996. The tour was suspended for a number of years as Tacoma Rail considered the economic feasibility of repairs. The line had only one other client, a lumber mill in Morton, and they'd discovered that trucking their product was no more expensive than shipping it by train. Evenutally, the potential for tourist trade prevailed and the area received a minor economic boost when the line reopened. Ironically, residents take the train for granted, and few of us have ever ridden it ourselves.
Saturday, March 3, 2012
Invaders From The Cat Planet
Friday, March 2, 2012
Hellebore Emergent
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Siskin Club's March Meeting Minutes
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