Posts Tagged 'mammals'

Mushroom/Mammal Mashup Monday

Watched this one eat two small gilled mushrooms that it rooted out of the sward.Discarded the woodsy stems…

Whistlepigs


dewy grass
wet-bellied woodchuck
good morning

I come across woodchuck/groundhog holes in Green-Wood with some frequency. (Good to keep at least one eye on the ground there, lest you miss a grass-clutching moth or a one-way trip into the underworld…) But I hadn’t seen an actual Marmota monax for some time until last weekend.
A typical sighting…. They are out and about now, foraging as the acorns, hickories, walnuts, and crab apples fall.
“Whistlepig” is a name you come across in the literature. Has anybody out there in readership land ever heard one whistle?
Last Monday, I had a close encounter. Turned out the entrance to the den was right here.
Your nose would be a bit dirt-smutched if you lived underground, too.
Anthropomorphizing here, but this strikes me as a skeptical look, and, well, wouldn’t that be justified?

Mammal Monday

Dirty squirrel digging up an old nutty something or other.
And CRONCHING it!

Mammal Monday

Why yes, this Common Raccoon does seem to be splayed belly-up in a tree crotch on a hot, humid day.
One can only imagine the nocturnal debaucheries this beast has been up to.

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This post dedicated to David Burg, who passed away suddenly on Saturday. He was about 70 and died while walking in the woods… A former President of NYC Audubon and head of WildMetro, David was an indefatigable naturalist-explorer, in love especially with old, open field oaks. He was a gadfly, thorn-in-the-side of officialdom, and had, from my perspective awful politics. But I always enjoyed his company and respected his commitment to the wild things. I will miss him.

Rest in, and of, the earth, David.

Mammal Monday

Eastern Chipmunks (Tamias striatus) are few and far between in Green-Wood. I see them there rarely, but the other day a wren-brown spot in the distance, which I thought might, in fact, be a wren, turned out to be this one.

There are rather more Chimpmunks in Prospect Park. The closest these two green islands in Brooklyn come is just over half a mile. Windsor Terrace, the neighborhood in between, is not a wildlife corridor. A friend who lives in Windsor Terrace calls it Alpine Brooklyn, because it is between the two highest spots of elevation in the borough.

Mammal Monday

Hanging from a tree by the back legs.

Mammal Monday

I’ve been watching squirrels rush along mid-building parapets and window casements to get to this spot all winter.
Thought it was a nest, and voila, four youngsters! Parent on the left in these pictures. I gather that there’s plastic covering a small A/C unit here. The outer lining, open at the top? Don’t know what that’s about. There must be space between the window and the A/C unit, which is presumably where they nested. The young ones have been tearing around here, but only yesterday did they venture as far at the screen window, and underneath this whole set up.
Note the House Sparrows on both sides in the lower corners. There are also bird nests under this cage, on both sides. It was scolding sparrows that first alerted me to the rambunctious squirrels.

Didelphis virginiana

How sad to run across an opossum stiff with death and cold.
This one was the size of a very large cat. I hope he or she was a great fount of progeny.
The tail is finely haired.
Magnificent and remarkable creatures with bad press. They snarl when cornered, they’re vicious in a cage. But then, aren’t we?
Our only marsupial. As they’re nocturnal, I’ve only seen them a few times here in Brooklyn. Long ago in Prospect; once here in Green-Wood; and once a few blocks away on a residential street.
Did you know they hoover up ticks like there’s no tomorrow? They’re also immune to rabies.
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Come on, Iowa, you can do it!

Bits and Pieces

Jawbones. On iNaturalist, someone thinks these are Brown Rat. The coin is an inch in diameter.
Same coin, different jaw. I pulled out the incisor: rodent teeth keep growing.
6mm long claws extracted from a pellet. Owls swallow everything. I’ve seen our local American Kestrels choked down the entire legs of their bird prey, talons last. You don’t want these sharps heading though the cloaca, evidently (I certainly wouldn’t), so up them come in packets of undigestible parts.

Still More Squirrels

I don’t want anybody to get the impression that all the squirrels are being eaten. Ran into all these on Wednesday in a small patch of Green-Wood.

In American Kestrel news: yesterday a female was seen from the windows here for the first time in months. She came to our attention because she was calling. The male flew in, over, and past and then returned, making a good bit of noise himself. A few minutes later they were mating. Seconds after settling side by side on a roof pipe they scattered in opposite directions as a young Red-tailed Hawk flew up to the pipe! The hawk soon flew to a local antenna, where the falcons regrouped and made a few diving runs over the big buteo. The hawk flew out of sight. Combined with the Peregrine spotted on the regular perch of the smokestack in the distance, that made four raptors seen before 8:15 a.m.
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The fucking Republicans are now opening the flood gates of poison into streams and wetlands. They are simply, definitively, the party of death.


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