Holy cow. Here are some of the things I love about this clip: the jackal’s frustration (I’ve seen my dog do this with a soccer ball), the ridiculous face of the first vulture, and the way the FOUR FOOT TALL VULTURE at the end dwarfs the EAGLE.
When I lived in South Africa, I was delighted to discover that you can purchase ostrich eggs in the grocery store. There are tons of ostrich farms around, and the eggs, which weigh 3 or 4 pounds, are quite good. While on holiday, we bought one to have for breakfast. You can’t just crack them (unless you have a rock and you don’t mind half a gallon of egg everywhere), so you actually have to drill a small hole in the top of the egg and then drain it into your pan.
Our one ostrich egg, scrambled, served more than eight people.
So a small clutch of baby Scrub Jays came into the nature center several days ago. The deliverer had found momma bird deceased and was clearly distressed to have discovered her babies orphaned. There were three. They were lethargic, quiet, cold, and in shock.
I called my rehabber and explained the situation. Instead of her usual response, “Okay, when can we meet up?” she said, “Okay, here’s what you do.” Rehabbers are typically overwhelmed in the springtime and apparently she thought I could handle baby birds solo.
I was up for the challenge.
My favorite time of the week. Here’s a spunky crab from the Pacific Coast. The Atlantic Coast, where I grew up, is all sandy shores and warm water, perfect for summer vacations beneath big umbrellas. The Pacific Coast in the north, on the other hand, is all rocky and craggy and full of rainclouds and mystique. I love the contrast.
Now, I thought this was a Purple Shore Crab, but this guy’s carapace was easily 2-3 inches longer than that of the average Purple Shore Crab. Any invertebrate geeks out there know what he is? (Look closely and you’ll notice the barnacles growing all over him!)