Our Lizzie thinks she is a queen. Whenever we fold towels, she always shows up and rests her elbows on them. Doesn’t take kindly to being told to move.
She is such a brat.
Abby likes pillows too.
We have been inundated with rabbits this year. This was followed by hawks. I’m not sure who is going to win. My money is on the hawks.
And a bonus. Here is our patio with the blue chairs from about 35 meters or so.
Also at the request of several fellow bloggers I got my web site security upgraded to the https protocol. I hope that helps. I know several bloggers that have that protocol who’s sights causes my security system to warn me. Just so much I don’t understand about all this.
This year we have lots of rabbits and squirrels in the neighborhood and now we have a predator. It likes to get on roof gables and powerlines and screech and then swoop. I took a partial differential equations class back in college and one of the problems they had us work on is the mathematical relationship between the numbers of prey and predators. Turns out there there is no happy equilibrium. It cycles, the number of prey increases which after a delay increases the number of predators, and then they gobble up all the little cute prey animals and then the predators starve and the cycle starts anew.
I think it is a red shouldered hawk but I am in no way a birder so if somebody has a better id then please let me know. I submitted the pics to inaturalist dot org and they are waiting for more community ids. So it saw something, screeched and went swooping into a neighbor’s yard for something.
We found out this week that we have a Cottontail doe and at least two kits in our back yard. You can see one of the kits in the upper right corner of the photo above.
So that’s all great but we had a family earlier this spring and are two dogs got three of the four kits. I was pretty angry with them but dogs do what dogs do. We are keeping our dogs away from this latest family.
Which is fine but now we have a hawk hanging around the backyard now and we think it might have got one of the babies. Hawks have to eat, I get it, and they have babies that need fed also. Nature is kind of mean sometimes.
Here’s Lizzy. She doesn’t go outside. You can tell she is not missing too many meals. She is grumpy because I was trying to get a shot of her sleeping and it woke her up.
When the pandemic started last year and work and everything else shut down my family started spending lots of time in our backyard. It was great. Safe and secure from covid, or so we thought, we talked and noticed that as we get calm the backyards critters appeared. This year, things are a lot more hectic but Friday night we hung out in our back yard and the critters reappeared.
A male cardinal showed up. They are quite the Romeos, singing their love songs.
And a mockingbird. They imitate other birds.
A rabbit showed up and stayed quite a while. Looking around and giving itself a thorough grooming.
It was very flexible. I’ve taken lots of yoga classes this year cuz I think my flexibility might be my biggest issue as I get older. This rabbit doesn’t need to worry.
It groomed and groomed for over 30 minutes and we left it to its further grooming. That has to be the cleanest rabbit in Tulsa.
Heather made a new friend today. What we think is a house wren. We are not birders so if you have better information we welcome it.
When Heather goes outside, the wren shows up and sings to her.
For such a small bird, it makes a big sound. We are in love with this little critter.
And we have our everpresent squirrels. This guy froze on our back fence for five minutes before it left.
We love rediscovering that if we just go outside and be quiet for a few minutes then nature reappears.
The other day on a cold, sunny, brisk day we went to the Tulsa Zoo for an outing.
We saw lots of critters including this Caiman.
And a couple of Mexican Beaded Lizards.
Lots of different kinds of rattlesnakes. We are no strangers to rattlesnakes in Oklahoma. There are lots more outside the zoos than inside.
A Komodo Dragon
This was son Logan’s favorite, A Fennec Fox, taking a nap.
And some goats.
A hungry looking Tiger.
And a beautiful regal Lion.
It was a great way to get out of the house safely. They are regulating the number of visitors at any one time and have mask mandates for the inside exhibits. All the other visitors were complying with the masks and spacing requests. You can’t just walk up to get in you have to get a reservation. Check out TulsaZoo.org for more information.
I was out walking in Washington Irving Park Thursday and came across this squirrel noisily eating his lunch. He just sat there and watched me and when I finally got a little closer, he decided to move on.
The day or so before I was on Tulsa’s Turkey Mountain and heard kind of chittering noise and I looked around and saw this squirrel. Eating heartily. I apologize for the terrible quality of the video but I just had my cell phone.
The squirrels out in the woods seem more tolerant than those in our back yard. What’s is up with that? It might be our dogs. They love chasing after the squirrels.
I’m very thankful that I have my health and can take long walks in the woods.
This is Lizzie our sweet little rescue kitten. I know that three year old cats are not kittens but that is what we call her. Somebody through her the window in a parking lot. She’s sweet but she doesn’t like to be held unless she is in the mood. And she is never in the mood.
During a yawn she goes into scary rattlesnake cat mode.
Once every six months or so our gym has a special class, “Puppy Yoga” in the courtyard where a non-profit dog shelter brings a bunch of puppies in for a special yoga class, “Puppy Yoga.” The members pay an extra $10 to take the class with the money going to the non-profit.
There is the only other guy in the class. People called me a good sport for some reason. I love puppies, especially other people’s puppies.
The dogs were little beggars. The volunteers were handing out treats to the attendees and we were shook down by the dogs and as soon as we gave them all away then they had nothing to do with us, the little beggars.
Smiles all around everywhere.
The instructor had 26 animal themed yoga poses for us. I don’t remember them all but you know, up dog, down dog, cat, cow, pigeon, crow (for the more adept students, and so on. She made it a lot of fun.
Sometimes if you could grab a puppy you just did the hold puppy pose. This is my wife doing just that.
And then my turn.
Everybody had a lot of fun. The dogs were exhausted at the end. I’ll be back the next time they have it.
Toward the end, a wasp crashed the party and stung me pretty good. Before the night was over my foot swelled up and turned red. My wife rescued me with some antihistamines. I went home and further treated it with a couple of my favorite beers.
I went on a bike ride on Tulsa’s River Parks trails and everything was going great in my slow plodding kind of way when I saw some chickens on the trail where it passes the base of Turkey Mountain. So I had to stop and check them out. There were only two of them and the lighting is kind of dim. I had read facebook posts the past few weeks where people had discussed seeing chickens and there was lots of speculation on where they come from and what is to become of them.
They remind me of the chickens that you see everywhere in the rural parts of Hawaii. I guess they can thrive there I don’t know about chickens on their own in Oklahoma. We have lots of coyotes and I wonder what they will do when the weather gets cold. I’ll be interested in how they do.
This newborn calf is walking around the same day as it was born. On a ranch in western Oklahoma owned by my wife’s family.
And this is son Logan with kitten Lizzy. Lizzy is affectionate, but she doesn’t like to be held, unless I am holding her, and even then I get about 30 seconds before her “I’ve had enough” signals to let her go.
I went on a bike ride last week on a suburban freeway trail and saw this horse.
We got a duck pair hanging out in the afternoon in our front yard. Heather fed them once and and now they come back every day, and if we don’t feed them, they head to the garage. Ducks are such moochers. We have another pair of male ducks that also show up. We call them the gay ducks, (no offense, seriously) and they get demanding about getting fed also.