You may have seen this Mountain Lion image from a friend’s home on Pallisades in Redding. Some have commented that it was photoshopped, but we know it was not. The point being that you need to be careful with your pets and above all – if you have ever seen a big cat react to seeing a child I don’t have to tell you this – especially children. We live at the wildland interface in Redding, and here is clear evidence.
Thanks go to Kendra Murley for being handy with a camera that day.
Cedar Waxwings get a dry year drink
Before I learned they are Cedar Waxwings, I only knew them as birds with purple poop.
Of that, we can see much evidence. I didn’t know what they were, but I could guess what they ate. A small flock has been hanging around the backyard lately.
Click to slightly enlarge.
It would appear they have no love for Robins.
I like this shot. Robin gets the Cedar Waxwing Stinkeye.
Purple poop birds. They’re ReallyRedding.
Greenish bird with red topknot comes knocking
I don’t know what kind of bird this is, but it really seems to want to come inside the house.
The red topknot folds down into a red spot when not in use.
Persistent bird has been tapping on the window for most of 2 days now. Click to enlarge.
Not getting much work done with bird tapping away. Maybe that’s okay.
Butch the cat votes for letting persistent bird in. I’m afraid his vote doesn’t count.
Persistent red topknot bird. It’s ReallyRedding.
“Mountain lion cub” sighting on the Sacramento River Trail
The woman in the white outfit looked both scared and excited.
She approached us on the trail in half steps, her hand held up in the universal “stop” signal.
She moved her finger to her lips. “Shhh. You have to see this.”
I looked down the trail, seeing nothing unusual.
“There’s a mountain lion cub, over in that pipe.”
Mountain lions are not unheard of, here on the Sacramento River Trail.
Okay then. That’ll be a good shot. I swung the camera around.
The woman in white beckoned us forward.
“Where’s the mother cat?” a practicality from my trail companion, the lovely Karry. Hm. Maybe that’s a good point. I look around more carefully.
Seeing nothing, we continue toward the pipe, camera ready.
“Look! There it is.” Nikon shutter snaps rapidfire.
Snik, snik, snik, snik.
“So cute.”
I fiddle with the display and then, “Uh, I think it’s a feral cat.”
“Ohh…?” The woman in white sounds deflated somehow.
“Yeah, pretty sure. Look here.” I zoom the display viewer for her.
She simply looks away.
“I thought it was a mountain lion cub.”
The brief spell of wonder is broken. We look around.
“Well, have nice walk.”
She offers a halfhearted, “You too.”
There otter be a law
One foot crow
Older humans may regret seeing crows feet in the mirror, but this Redding old crow would surely beg to differ.
Just a fleeting episode. See a one foot crow. Grab the camera. And then the traffic light changes at the intersection of two very different lives in Redding.
One imagines you need be a tough old bird, even by crow standards, to get by on one foot around here. Street crow has cred.
Pondering what might have happened to the other foot, nothing pleasant comes to mind. Still, dignity in the struggle. No Crow Workers Comp. No Crow SSI, or Disability checks. What are you looking at anyway?
A Springtime Quail Love Song does the trick
I was waiting for a client to arrive for a showing at a home for sale in Bella Vista. Out back, this lonely male was singing his Springtime Lovesong, from the top of a propane tank.
Evidently, to good effect.
“Hey, hey! Where are you going?”
The thrill of the chase. A neverending story. Photos by Skip Murphy, 2012.
Catch and release
Among the memories of my youth, I very fondly recall catching lizards. Their reptilian stares, their colorful and varied skins of beady armor. Although I no longer wield the hand-eye speed I possessed in those magical days of jars and cigar box terrariums, It seems I can still catch an occasional lizard. And still let it go.
This critter is more serpent like.
He or she fades in among the local colors. Adios.
Catch and release lizards. They’re ReallyRedding.
A Redding squirrel prepares for Winter
We humans have to learn to save for a rainy day. Meanwhile, local critters just know what to do. This guy (or gal?) was hard at work yesterday, gathering acorns.
Oak acorns have supported life here since prehistory. So good you can smell them.
No rest in this green world.
Preparation. It’s ReallyRedding.