Because we have so many blowflies.
Because we have so many blowflies.
You know this podish-sortacast that Freethoughtblogs runs? At the end of the last one, we were talking about new topics, and I casually threw out “SPIDERS” expecting everyone would actually pick something of broader general interest. The jokes on me, because guess what we’re talking about on Saturday?
I can probably think of something to say. Whether it is of interest is a different question.
Last night, a bat got into my office and was flying around in circles. It got tired eventually and landed, very conveniently, in a wastebasket. I put a piece of paper over it and carried it outside. Fly free, little bat!
Then we discovered this morning that it was still in the wastebasket. We dumped it out on the porch but otherwise left it alone — we put a box over it, very loosely, with plenty of gaps for escape, and left it a little bit of water, but otherwise, it’s on it’s own.
All we got for our care was some weird little clicky growls.
We might have a bat ‘problem’. They nest above our garage, and their exit is right above our mailbox, which I’ve noticed is getting covered with a lot of bat poop. I’m not complaining — I’ve always wanted to live in a house full of bats and spiders.
My wife was working in the garden this morning, while I was vegetating in front of the computer. One of the things Mary does is listen and fire up Merlin Bird ID as she works — paying attention to bird song is supposed to be good for you, you know. This is what she identified in our back yard this morning: Chipping Sparrow, Dark-eyed Junco, House Finch, Black-capped Chickadee, Common Grackle, Rock Pigeon, Grey Catbird, American Crow, American Robin, Northern Cardinal, White-breasted Nuthatch, Red-eyed Vireo, Willow Flycatcher, Alder Flycatcher, Blue Jay, Common Raven, Eastern Towhee, Black-and-White Warbler, Philadelphia Vireo, House Sparrow, Red-bellied Woodpecker, Great Crested Flycatcher, Great Horned Owl, European Starling, Eastern Phoebe, House Wren, American Goldfinch, Downy Woodpecker, Chimney Swift, Dickcissel, American Redstart, Ruby-throated Hummingbird, Mourning Dove, Yellow-rumped warbler, Cedar Waxwing, and Yellow-bellied Flycatcher.
I thought she made up “Dickcissel,” but apparently it’s a real bird living in the Midwest. I know we’ve got owls in the neighborhood, and also hawks, since this is clearly a great feeding ground.
This does explain why I’m getting up early every morning — the cacophony is tremendous around here.
Bats and spiders…it makes me think of Halloween, anyway. I’ll stick a photo below the fold of a spider eating a bat so you can get into the festive spirit, too.
It seems there is a bit of a conflict going on in northern Australia, with bats snatching up spiders and spiders snaring bats.
Ms Maclean said there had been several other recorded incidents of bats caught in spider webs but, conversely, some microbats in the Far North were known to eat golden orb spiders out of their webs.
“[Golden-tipped bats] have two large teeth that are specially housed in the bottom jaw,” she said.
“They can tell which side of the web the spider’s in, they fly in, they grab the body of the spider with the teeth, and then they fly backwards out of the web with it.
“They kind of suck the contents of the abdomen out … they don’t particularly eat the legs and things.”
I don’t feel at all bad if a bat occasionally meets a grisly end.
Jean Baptiste Vérany was a man who truly appreciated the beauty of cephalopods. He created a book of chromatolithographs of Mediterranean octopuses in 1851, containing art that is now in the public domain. Go browse!
A kaiju was observed off the coast of Japan — a giant squid just idling offshore (no mass destruction occurred).
It looks like a distressed, lethargic animal, so even if it felt like rampaging I don’t think it could do it. Poor beast.
She shot some quick video of our local Monarch butterflies clustering on a tree branch.
Now I ask you: what would you prefer to see, videos of butterflies or videos of spiders? Be honest now.
Honk, honk.
I do spare a glance for other cruel killers too, you know. We’ve got one of these Cooper’s hawks living in my neighborhood, and I heard them making that high-pitched cry a few times already this morning.