Thursday - December 24, 2015

Not Just Navy Swearing

The yellow-bellied sea snake (Pelamis platura) is a pelagic sea snake, meaning that it lives its entire life at sea, including when giving birth.  Generally found in coastal waters, it is capable of surviving far at sea.  It is the only sea snake found in waters off Hawaii.  It may be found in all tropical and subtropical ocean waters (down to a water temperature of about 63°F) except for the Atlantic Ocean, the Mediterranean Sea, and Red Sea.  The yellow-bellied sea snake evolved from Asian land snakes about 10 million years ago.  The cold waters around the southern tips of Africa and South America prevented it from entering the Atlantic.  The high salinity of the Red Sea bars its presence there.  In the western Pacific, it is found as far north as Japan and Korea.  In the eastern Pacific, it traditionally has been found as far north as Baja California.  Recently, though, sightings have been made off Southern California, a development blamed on El Nino.  The maximum recorded length of a yellow-bellied sea snake is 44 inches.  Females tend to be longer than males.  They are passive hunters, drifting with the current until prey, generally small fish, swim within range.  They then use their flattened tails to attack.  Like other sea snakes, it is venomous, paralyzing its prey before consumption.

Looks like it would make a neat looking belt too, if the hide cures up decently.

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   Tuesday - December 15, 2015

middle of the night again

Up for a pee, up for a tea. And a purr.

Now back to sleep.

Don’t ask me how I’m going to corral both these little cats into one carrier for their trip to the vet in the morning. It’s time for their next bunch of shots.

UPDATE: well, isn’t that special? Did you know that Welfare extends to dogs and cats too? I didn’t. But apparently you can get your pets spayed or neutered for $20 or less if you are on various kinds of public assistance in most states (Example here ) . ... and no, don’t go there with your reaction. It’s too easy. And only Ruth Vader Ginsburg and other far left Marxists support Eugenics these days. Like ISIS, which simply kills them all.

The Islamic State has reportedly issued a fatwa ordering the elimination of children with Down[’s] syndrome and other congenital disabilities, reminiscent of Hitler’s infamous “Aktion T4” program, which administered forced “euthanasia” on an estimated 300,000 disabled persons.

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   Saturday - December 05, 2015

the cat house

It seems our whole lives are now revolving around the needs of two little kittens.  Right down to our plans for the Holidays.

The small cat, the sickly one, Sniffles, isn’t doing so good. After two full weeks on the kitty amoxicillin, we had her back to the vet because she’s still sick. And now she’s lost weight. Poor thing. Doesn’t want to eat. So it’s on to a stronger antibiotic for another week or two, but that’s going to be it. And I’m almost hand feeding her lumps of canned cat food after sweet talking her, rubbing and brushing her until she’s a total purr machine. Then she’ll get up from her cozy pile of blankets, snerch her sinuses for a bit - I snuff my own nose back at her, and make coughing and yakking noises too so she doesn’t feel embarrassed. Wipe away any boogers and crusties with a warm damp washcloth, then we can smell the food bowl in front of us. Yummy nummy nom-noms kitteh, ooh look! And she’ll eat. And eat. And eat. While making the most terrible sounds in her throat and head, like nails and broken glass being ground up in a tin bucket. Makes my skin crawl. But I can get 2, sometimes 3 good sized meat lumps in her, plus some kibbles. Call it 1/4 of a 6oz can, which isn’t bad considering she only weighs 2.75lb. She’s still a baby kitty, mostly.

She does have the energy to get down from her perch on the counter-top and use the litter pan. And I can hear her playing with her little ball and her felt mousey at night. Plus we both play with her and get her to run around a bit. So she isn’t at death’s door or anything. She’s just small, and low energy. The other one, Dizzy, the blind cat, is growing like a weed, has become really assertive, and runs around the house at 100mph. We brought her in at least 4 or 5 weeks before we collected Sniffs, and the proper feeding and good care has made a huge difference.

The two don’t play well together. We figured, well, you know, sister kittens and all that. Soft play, mutual grooming, play tug with the soft chew toy, chase each other around the house, a bit of the old Under The Door Paw game, plenty of double snuggles. Pillow parties and make-overs. We thought wrong. It may be in fun, or slightly in fun, but they attack each other incessantly. Cat Wars. I never would have thought it, but the blind cat is the relentless aggressor. Until Sniffs get cornered, then Dizz gets a face full of furious. Nobody’s bleeding or crying, but it’s much rougher than we expected, and far rougher than their wild brothers and sisters play outside here. So we pull them apart, and Sniffs goes back into her safe room and goes back to sleep.

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   Thursday - November 19, 2015

It’s Come To This

JCOAPS, it’s come to this. I’m cat blogging.

Shoot me. Just shoot me now.

Seriously, right now I don’t know day from night. I was asleep, I got up at 20 to 5. That’s just a few minutes before my alarm goes off in the morning, so I got up. It’s dark out. But hey, it’s raining. Grab a coffee, feed the indoor cats, feed the outdoor cats. Spend 10 minutes looking up “feline upper respiratory illness” on the internet, find out that it can be chlamydia, wonder if that’s the same thing as the human STD. Is there a vector? Flash thought of dark humor, the wife at the gyno trying to explain ... “I was playing with my pussy, and it sneezed.” You’re twisted Drew.

Right. Out the door, off to work. Spread out the cones, open the door. Damn, it’s dark this morning. See a little yellow car go zipping by. Looks like hers. What’s she doing out at this hour of the morning? And where are the bus stop kids? Don’t tell me that they’ve got yet another day off from school?



My cellphone rings.
“Why is your car parked on Bank Street?”
Because I’m at work, in the guard shack.
“Why are you working at night?”
What?
“You idiot, don’t you know it’s evening, not morning? Didn’t you notice how dark it was?”
Yeah, well, the rain and all.
“Go home Drew”
Right, on my way.

Chlamydia psittaci bacterium is the germ that infects cats.
Chlamydia tracomatis is the germ that infects people.

Crossover is not impossible but is so rare as to be almost unheard of, and usually presents as conjunctivitis in humans.

GET ME OUT OF HERE ...

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   Tuesday - November 17, 2015

We’re such softies here. At least temporarily. As if.

We captured another one of our semi-feral kittehs and took her to the vet. Poor little Sniffles seems to have had a cold or the flu or something most of her young life. She’s quite weak, and the other bigger cats push her out of the way so she rarely gets a decent meal. But she is very tame, and has been hanging around the kitchen door for weeks staring at us. So we finally relented.

Vet says it’s an upper respiratory ailment, here’s some antibiotics. Give Sniffles a little squirt with this plastic syringe twice a day until the bottle is empty. That might take 2 weeks or more.

So we took her in. Figured out that she could live in the bathroom for now, away from our other kitteh, little blind Dizzy. Her sister. Right. So we fed her. And she ate 3/4 of a can of cat food at one go. And we got the medicine in her, no problem. And we held her gently and gave her a good washing with a wash cloth. And the bathroom is really nice and warm. It didn’t really take much to get the room ready; just put away our stuff and any cleaning products that might have been out.

Halfway through her bath she found her purr. And she’s been purring madly at us since. Purr purr purr, rub rub rub. This is one little cat that’s been starved for affection. And now she’s clean, dry, warm, well fed, and has a cozy safe place to stay. Happy cat, indeed.

We’ll see if we can feed her enough to put on a pound in three weeks like we did for Dizzy.

Something tells me she won’t be going back out into the cold wild wet any time soon. Ever.

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   Monday - November 16, 2015

One More For The Birds

Once upon a time when I was younger I was a fairly adept birder. I wasn’t one of the hardcore birdie folks who got up long before dawn, put on their special bird watching outfits, strapped on the proper gear and headed off to the countryside, but I was pretty good at my seagulls and songbirds.  And I could even spell ornithology in 2nd grade.

And of course in those days you had to have a bird book. Or three. Audubon just to look at the artwork. And Roger Tory Peterson’s Field Guide To The Birds for fieldwork.  Which means you kept a little stub of pencil about you for making absolutely honest additions to your Life List in the back. No cheating, ever. It was on your honor and any sighting even slightly questionable was a Maybe at best. And don’t go checking Ivory-Billed Woodpecker no matter how desperately you want it. What you saw probably wasn’t even a Pileated Woodpecker, merely a crow.

I don’t know where my copy is. Maybe it was the family copy after all. It’s been a lot of years. But I remember the little blue book we carried everywhere, from Maine to Florida an beyond. It got a whole lot of use but held up. A later birding book I was given hardly lasted 5 years.

But today I can honestly add “Ring-neck pheasant, male” to my list. Because I saw one in the grass across from my guard shack this morning, and I pointed him out to my supervisor. “Pretty birds they are” says he. “And tasty” says me.

It’s likely that this one escaped the seeding program a couple fields down the road. We have a couple of designated Upland Hunting Areas nearby, which means the state comes and stocks the meadows with game birds for the hunters to shoot at. Not the most sporting thing, but this is New Jersey, and it keeps most of the weekend hunters in one area where the game warden can keep an eye on them.

But a bird outside is a bird in the wild, so on my list he goes. Odd looking fellow. Rather longer and thinner than I expected. Reminded me of a small deli sausage with feathers on it. Our local turkeys are at least 4 times more massive. Easily.

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   Monday - November 02, 2015

Part Of Our Pride Of Lie-Ins

Hard to resist a nap on a sunny mild fall day. Especially not with full tummies. Big brother Ginger makes a great heated pillow for next generation siblings Rudy and Baby Ginge.

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   Sunday - October 25, 2015

Under Obama, Even The Cowboys Are Corrupt

BLM illegally sold thousands of wild horses for slaughter

The Bureau of Land Management, the agency tasked with protecting wild horses and cattle and their grazing lands, sold 1,794 federally-protected wild horses to a Colorado rancher who sent them to slaughter, a new report confirmed.

Between 2009 and 2012, rancher Tom Davis purchased the horses through the agency’s Wild Horse and Burro Program (WH&B) and wrongfully sent them to slaughter, according to the report from the Interior Department’s Office of Inspector General. According to the allegations and news reports, Mr. Davis also had farming and trucking connections with former Secretary of the Interior Ken Salazar. [Salazar was Secretary of the Interior at this time, which oversees BLM]

The wrongful sale also cost taxpayers $140,000 to deliver truckloads of horses to Mr. Davis. He paid $10 a piece for the horses, or less than $18,000 total, and made as much as $154,000 in profits by selling them for slaughter, according to the report.

BLM employees never attempted to verify the information that Mr. Davis provided regarding his intentions for the horses he bought, despite the unusually large number of horses being sold to him, investigators wrote. The agency also did not stop selling horses to Mr. Davis after receiving reports that he was sending the horses to slaughter.

The OIG declined to investigate Mr. Davis‘ ties to Mr. Salazar.

The investigation was referred to the U.S. Attorney’s Office for the District of Colorado as well as the State of Colorado Conejos County District Attorney’s Office, which declined civil and criminal prosecution, according to the report.

“It took more than three years for the OIG to confirm what we’ve always known – that the BLM sold 1,795 federally-protected wild horses to a known kill buyer who sold them to slaughter,” said Suzanne Roy, Director of the American Wild Horse Preservation Campaign (AWHPC). “Unfortunately, there will be no justice for these mustangs, who suffered a brutal death in Mexican slaughter plants. No one at the BLM is being held accountable for this betrayal, and Tom Davis is not being prosecuted for violating his contractual obligation to not sell the horses for slaughter.”

Snort. $154,000. She-it. Hillary steals that much every day. 

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   Saturday - October 03, 2015

ROTFLMAO

Here’s a link to the other nine photos of this pair, taken by cat owner Paul Mealey in Westport, County Mayo, Ireland

TOM and JERRY

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   Thursday - September 10, 2015

Not Quite Cecil

"Ginger”, one of my local “wild” animals. He’s the smaller part of a 3 kitteh family of semi-ferals that live in the bushes here. Along with mom Scowler, and brother Fred. Of course, cats being cats, it turns out that Ginger is a guy, and Fred is a girl. Not quite as big as “Cecil” and a lot younger.  He’s a little guy, and probably will never be much bigger than this no matter how much we feed him. And he’s been caging lots of free, high quality kitteh nom noms off of us since before he was weaned.

Right. Anyway, when the mercury hits the high 90s on a September afternoon, with matching humidity, everything turns to putty. And it’s purrrfect time for a nap. Wherever you happen to be at the time.

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   Monday - August 17, 2015

Bloop bloop bloop

The Turkeyson family pays us an evening visit. “Bloop bloop, book bloop” they chatter away as they walk down the side yard.

The whole family out for a stroll. Mom, Dad, and at least 4 little ones.

Meanwhile, Teh Kittehs, our pair of semi-feral kitties who live outside here and were hanging out on the nice warm concrete patio, hear the sound and run to investigate.

The parent birds stand over 3 feet tall walking upright, their muted summer colors making them hard to see in the gentle shadows even 15 feet away.  Teh Kittehs race around the corner of the marigolds and there they are, face to face.

HOLY SHIT, TURKEYS!!! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!! And the cats do a 180 in mid-air and take off at Warp Factor 4. The turkeys just stand there. But when we grabbed our cameras they strutted back up our little hill and into the brush at the top of the gully here. Too much fuss and bother.

Our digital cameras just can’t shoot fast enough, zoom fast enough, and doesn’t record in sharp detail fast enough. And even with fresh batteries, the flash won’t cycle as fast as I want it to. Sometimes, I think real film and real cameras can’t be beat. Does one even exist that’s “SLR” fast? How many thousand does that cost??

“Bloop bloop blip” and they were once again invisible.

Life here in the sticks.

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   Sunday - August 16, 2015

Evening Surprise

On my way to work this evening, I saw a bald eagle fly overhead when I was crossing the parking lot. He was just poking along, hardly more than treetop height. Very level wings, hardly any dihedral at all. And what a lazy flapper, barely moving his wings an inch or two. I thought my ID was wrong at first because he held his outer wing primary feathers way back, curved rearwards like a sheepsfoot knife blade. That’s not usual, but maybe he was tired or wet. Hey, for all I know he’d been sitting up in the tall trees here in my little jungle, licking his beak and thinking how tasty a feral kitty or two might be. Ruh roh.

Wet? Yeah, bald eagles live mostly on fish. I live about 500 yards from one reservoir/nature preserve, and hardly a mile and a half from another reservoir in the top of a mountain. And the Delaware River is just over thataways a few miles, and of course the South Branch of the Raritan River is right here in town and all around us. Plenty of good fishing, and all the critters a birdie could eat, large or small.

Around here, when you see a really big bird, your first thought is Turkey Vulture. After that, it’s Wild Turkey, because we’ve got armies of those guys too, often in flocks of 3 or 4 dozen. And at least two large bodied hawk species. So when something of that large size flies over low and slow and it’s somehow different, you notice.

Bald eagles. Cool. No wonder we seem to be a bit light on the Canada Geese this year.

Life in the sticks, huh?

A scene from a field a few miles East. It made the local news.

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   Thursday - July 30, 2015

Lying about lions lying about

Cecil, a 13-year-old lion, wandered out of his sanctuary in a national park in Zimbabwe this month, following the scent of a potential snack.

At the other end of Cecil’s search was a lure, placed there by hunters who, conservationists say, wanted their prey to cross into unprotected territory so they could kill him.

Cecil, well known to those who visited the Hwange National Park in western Zimbabwe for his jet black mane, was beheaded, according to conservation officials. His corpse was left to rot in the sun.

Zimbabwean officials said that Dr. Walter J. Palmer, an American hunter known for killing big game with a bow and arrow, killed Cecil, and was being sought on poaching charges.

Johnny Rodrigues of the Zimbabwe Conservation Task Force said Cecil was lured out of a protected game preserve one night in early July by a hunting party that tied a dead animal to a car.

The first shot, which the authorities say came from Dr. Palmer’s crossbow, was not enough to kill the lion. Cecil was tracked for nearly two days before Dr. Palmer killed him with a gun.

This sure sounds pretty dreadful, and if people don’t look any deeper and just react emotionally, it could lead them to doing some pretty foolish things ...

BLOOMINGTON, Minn. — Two signs posted on the door of a nondescript dental office here asked passers-by to mourn the death of Cecil, a lion who was lured off his sanctuary and killed during a game hunt this month in Zimbabwe.

“WE ARE CECIL,” one read; “#CatLivesMatter,” read another. Nearby was a sign with a darker message for the dentist who said he killed the cat: “ROT IN HELL.”

In the hours since Dr. Walter J. Palmer apologized for killing the lion, he has gone from a dentist and longtime hunting enthusiast to a villain at the center of a firestorm over the ethics of big-game trophy hunting.

“I had no idea that the lion I took was a known, local favorite, was collared and part of a study, until the end of the hunt,” Dr. Palmer said in a statement. “I relied on the expertise of my local professional guides to ensure a legal hunt.”

The outrage and attention surrounding the lion’s death online caused Dr. Palmer to keep his office closed on Wednesday as he joined an ever-expanding group of people who have become targets of Internet vigilantism, facing a seemingly endless shaming until the next issue comes along.

Can we just back up here for a minute or so please?

First of all, you can’t just pick up your guns and bows and hop on a jet to Africa from Minnesota at a moment’s notice to go hunt one particular lion. Not even lions in general. Aside from aligning and reserving the complex array of travel arrangements, I’m sure there was also a vast array of visas, hunting licenses, weapons transport approval forms, hunting guide reservations and hiring and so on. Without a doubt it took weeks, if not months, to pay all the fees, cross all the “t"s and dot all the “i"s. And then ... 35 hours of travel time to get there? Not just the 4 to 6 flights to get him to that corner of Zimbabwe, but the day and a half spent driving out into the bush and setting up camp and so on. The point is, this wasn’t spur of the moment.

Next, oh noes, poor old Cecil was tricked, lured to his death by evil minions. Really? One particular lion out of hundreds? Thousands perhaps? How did that happen, and can we hire them for extracting needles from haystacks? This one particular lion, now in the 13th year of his maximum 14 year life span, lived in this game reserve. Look it up. Hwange National Park is 5,657 square miles. Five thousand six hundred fifty seven square miles! Which, if a square chunk of land, is a bit over 75 miles per side. And a dead donkey on a tow rope is going to lure a lion that far? Must be the most wonderfully ripe bit of carrion ever, to compete with all the dead and rotting zebras and antelope right there in the park itself! No, I think the truth is that Mr. Cecil was a border skulker, known to duck out of the park for some naughty lion highjinks and then zip back in before he could be caught out. Mr. Dindo Nuttin, with claws.

But then they shot him with an arrow, and left him for days to die. And then cut his head off and threw his body to the dogs!!  Yes, it’s called Africa. Welcome to it.  I am not a trophy hunter. I am not a night hunter either. Nor have I ever been on Safari, or even within 1,000 miles of the continent of Africa. So I don’t know jack. But if you have read any of those Safari stories (eq Death in the long grass) you’ll know that the hunt is rarely a clean one shot kill with instantaneous death. Almost always the wounded quarry has to be followed on, the blood trail and the spoor, the heat, the flies, the closed in tawny world of the savannah, and the final coup-de-gras at close quarters. Maybe that’s all cinematic bullshit, but maybe that’s the way it is. 500lb predators might just be quite hard to kill. Especially if you just wing one at night. Then what do you do?

As to the body being left behind ... yeah, so? You can’t eat lion. I don’t think even the natives will eat lion, and they’ll eat anything. Jackals and vultures eat lion. It’s their job. Other lions will eat lion too, because, while being Mighty Hunters, they’re also scavengers by lazy convenience.

So why is Dr. Palmer in such hot water? Because under that hoary old mane, Cecil wore a tracking collar. And a bunch of animal rights activists who have never seen any wild animal more fearsome than a squirrel, but who have seen Disney’s Lion King countless times, know that humans are all evil, especially the white ones, and that lions are all cuddly-wuddly and just want to be loved. And perhaps the good doctor forgot to pay off every last official in the country, so somebody in Zimbabwe ratted him out. Very glad to take his $55,000 “hunting fee”, but just as eager to throw his white ass to the media dogs and label him a poacher when the winky-dinks got upset. So now he has to pay. Because #CATLivesMatter. So let’s destroy him, his business, and his family. With just the click of a mouse. Because the internet is a far stronger weapon than any crossbow or rifle ever made. Welcome to the intolerant age of digital revenge. Social Justice for lions too!!

UPDATE

Proving once and for all that they are utterly disconnected from reality, PETA calls for the doc’s death. He killed a lion? Hang him!

PETA has released a shocking statement in the wake of Cecil the Lion’s death, saying the dentist who hunted and killed the animal should be killed.

“Hunting is a coward’s pastime,” PETA president Ingrid Newkirk said in a statement to Time. “If, as has been reported, this dentist and his guides lured Cecil out of the park with food so as to shoot him on private property, because shooting him in the park would have been illegal, he needs to be extradited, charged, and, preferably, hanged.”

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   Saturday - July 25, 2015

We Need Cute

We need an antidote for the headlines.  In a world as insane as our, there is still cuteness besides red heads.

Allow me please to introduce Hulk and his puppies.  Hulk is 175 pounds of cute, the puppies a little smaller.

Lots more photos at the link

Courtesy of The Daily Mail

The world’s biggest pitbull cuddles up to his adorable new litter

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