wordsfromanneli

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The Owl’s Lunch

When owls eat, they don’t have the best table manners. Unless the animal they are eating is too big, they swallow it whole.

Unlike many other birds, owls (and herons, grebes, cormorants, and several other types) don’t have a crop where they store food before it goes into their stomach. The eaten “food” goes straight into the glandular stomach where enzymes and acids begin the digestion. From there, the “food” passes into the muscular stomach which mushes up the softer parts of the victim, leaving behind only the undigestible parts like the bones, fur, and teeth (or feathers if it was a bird that they ate).

Then hours after the edible parts are liquefied and have passed through, the owl throws up the leftovers. The official way of saying that in “bird study talk” is that it casts a pellet.

Here is a pellet that an owl left behind on top of an upturned aluminum skiff in  our back yard.

I got an old pair of tweezers and took the pellet apart to see if I could find the bones.

If you click on the photo, you may be able to get a better look.

To the right of the larger long bones, you can see five tiny claws and below those, I have laid out the very thin long bones that I think might be rib bones.

One piece of fur was not matted together, and I thought it looked like it might have belonged to a rat. Also, I think the long bones are too big for a mouse.

Below the piece of fur at the top of the bone collection, are some of the vertebrae.

Some parts are missing, and they might have passed through the owl, or possibly been part of a second casting. Just guessing here.

I made sure to wash my hands and sterilize the area where I put the bones and fur. If the owl’s meal was a rodent,  it might have been carrying some bacteria or viruses.

Some people may find this post gruesome, but I thought it was a fascinating part of nature that we don’t often see.


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Looks Aren’t Everything

As Easter time is drawing near,

With menus contemplated,

I feel I’ve nothing much to fear,

My life is consecrated.

 

The turkey and the piggie’s hams,

Are not as worry free,

They’re eaten with a plate of yams,

While I watch from my tree.

 

In India, I’m semi wild,

I am the national bird,

I am protected like a child,

To harm me is absurd.

 

And yet, some farmer’s love me not,

Because I eat their grain,

They poison me and hope I rot,

To never eat again.

 

My feathers bright, a detriment,

They draw the danger in,

But always it’s my sentiment,

My beauty lies within.

 

And this is why I like to be,

In Czechia far away,

A lady there loves only me,

So this is where I’ll stay.

 

She feeds me walnuts, seeds, and grain,

She sweeps away the snow,

I live a life of bliss, no pain,

Now I know where to go.

 

I serenade her with my call,

I guard her house all times,

My cry is loud and heard by all,

She need not fear for crimes.

 

 

 


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Calling All Girls

*Turn on your sound for the video clips.

 

I sense it is that time again,

When I should find a gal,

Someone whose looks drive me insane,

Someone to be my pal.

 

She’ll hold me close and nuzzle me,

What bliss is yet to come,

I’ll call her and she’ll fly, you’ll see,

To visit when I drum.

 


 

I hear so many songbirds call,

My drumming will be loud,

Beware the chimney and don’t fall,

Just stand here tall and proud.

 

Ah, here she is, she’s come at last,

Now I need to be cool,

I can’t acknowledge her too fast,

And then be played a fool.

 

 


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Sunshine on my Shoulders

 

NAP TIME

In the shed, a squirrel can hide,

But it’s dark and gloomy,

Warmer days now and I ride,

On the branches, “Zoomie!” 

Soon I’m tired of playing games,

Can’t keep up this pace,

Go away ye gents and dames,

While I rest my face.

 

See my head, it’s hanging down,

Too much work to lift,

No more danger all around,

Off to sleep I drift.

Thankful for my furry tail,

Just like in the nest,

Keeps me warm and without fail,

Sunshine does the rest

The squirrel is in the photos of the woodshed. Do you see him in the top left corner just under the edge of the roof? Over the last of the hoses?


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Herring Time Again

It’s herring time again. The seiners are taking turns setting their nets. Seagulls love it when the herring are seined. The fish mill around the ever tightening seine net looking for an escape, but hungry seagull mouths are waiting for them at the surface.

 

And for those who escape the net or those who are naively swimming around free, thinking that all is well, a surprise is waiting. These sea lions get their fill of herring in between having naps on these floating breakwaters.

 

Sometimes a nap after a big meal is just the thing.


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A Glimpse of Sun

A glimpse of sunshine feels so good,

A rarity today,

The breeze is buffeting the clouds,

And begs them, “Go away.”

 

The wind is messing up my hair,

Can’t get it to look good,

It’s threatening to blow me down,

If I don’t grasp this wood.

But look! The sun is coming up,

It’s bringing warmth and cheer,

And though it’s looking hopeful now,

It won’t last long I fear.

 

So I’ll just keep on hanging on,

And waiting for a break,

It has to warm up soon I hope,

Just how long can it take?


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The Lion Roars

March will come in like a lion, but who told that lion to keep on roaring? Enough, already!

And here I thought yesterday was bad. It snowed all night and is still snowing. Poor little birds. I hope they can find shelter under the hedges and can survive on the birdseed and suet I’ve put out. The good thing is that under the hedges, they can find bare ground, possibly with a few bugs to supplement the birdseed.

The next danger for the birds comes from the cascades of thawing snow clumps as they slide off the trees and shrubs.

Lionlike, the snow moves in,

Though it’s March and springlike,

Swirling snowflakes drift and spin,

Leo acting kinglike.

 

Where’s my lambie, bringing warmth?

Cowering, I’m sure,

Waiting till the time is right,

Meanwhile, he’ll endure.


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Eurasian Collared Doves in Love

 

Two Eurasian collared doves have come out of the woodwork to be lovey-dovey for Valentine’s Day.

 

It sure is lonely at the top.

 

Will you look at that!?

 

Oh no! It’s that dog again.

 

You stay down there!

 

Come on down here. We can play tag.

 

You just stay here by me, darlin’. I’ll take care of you. How about a little snack? I’m not afraid of that dog. I’ll find you something to eat. Make you forget about all your troubles.

 

Good! The doggone dog’s gone. The coast is clear for foraging.

 

That little bit of corn? That’s it? Don’t you think I’m worth more than that? You’re going to have to do better than that if you want to be my buddy.

 

Okay, what’s the trouble here? I see there are some ruffled feathers. Looks like someone’s head is hanging in shame. Let’s fix this up. Come on, you two. Kiss and make up. And remember she gets the kiss and he gets the makeup. Hahaha. Get it? Get it?

 

I’ll get you something bigger, darlin’. Be right back. And remember, I want you to be my Valentine. Is that a deal? Okay, that’s good then.

 

Good grief, she’s high maintenance. But I suppose she’s worth it. Life is such a fine balance. I’d better practice on this balance beam.

 

Have a happy Valentine’s Day on February the 14th and be happy every day after that too.

 

 


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Our Very Own Groundhog Day

We don’t have groundhogs around here, and the closest thing to them might be our marmots who live up in the hills. So Crispin has to do double duty while scratching out a life. He has to predict whether we’ll have an early spring or six more weeks of winter. I asked him what he thinks.

The winter here has been so long, I don’t know how we stand it,

If I don’t see my shadow now, it’s possible to end it.

A shadow means the sun is out, the day is cold and clear,

A cloudy day, though gray, is warm, and pleasant days are near.

 

 

The rainy days go on and on, and everything is  wet,

But daffodils are poking out to promise flowers we’ll get,

I’m sure that spring will show up soon and warmer days will come,

And if I’m not yet singing loud, at least I’m going to hum.