Another new bird for the collection. I spotted, more like heard, this little yellow bird during a walk along the bike path.
Yellow Warbler
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First fish of the season.
I caught this Large Mouth Bass today at Jones Pond in East Providence, not far from where the kids played some of their baseball games. I used a chartreuse buzz bait. Eric took the photo using my iPhone.
#3 is in the trap, and that’s a wrap.
Okay. It was interesting at first, a bit of a challenge. But I’m announcing my retirement from the squirrel catching business. I just need to get squirrel #3 off to the next town over. Eric is putting him, or her, in the car now. There just has to be a way to keep these things off my bird feeders.
Squirrel “2” go.
Okay. It only just turned 8am the next day, and I’m looking out the window only to see squirrel #2 stuck in my trap. Could there really be more than one squirrel (heavy sarcasm)? This could get old real fast. Sigh. I’ll have the video of his release shortly.
Squirrel to go.
My nemesis, the squirrel. I have watched helplessly for years as this varmint consumed my expensive bird seed. Well, today this squirrel’s luck ran out. We borrowed a “Have-a-Hart” trap, used peanut butter as bait, bagged the little booger, and then transported him to some woods in Barrington. So that’s one down, 247 more to go. Click here to see more of this squirrel’s last day in our yard.
I’ve been shot.
My eight-year-old son shot me tonight. Then I shot him. Then he shot me, and so on and so forth, and now there are Nerf bullets in every crook and cranny this house has to offer.
The real victims here? My wife and daughter, who were caught in the crossfire. I believe it’s referred to as collateral damage.
Same time tomorrow, Eric?
Red-winged blackbird
An accommodating Red-winged blackbird waits while I get him in focus, which wasn’t easy considering how the wind was swaying him back and forth, in and out of focus. I took this shot this morning at Brickyard Pond.
Happy Mother’s Day. I miss you, mum.
History Lesson
We took the kids rollerblading on the bike path this morning. On one stretch of path, an elderly woman had stopped and was looking into the vegetation. When we came upon her, she felt compelled to point out this marker to us. Back in the day, she explained, train engineers would see this and blow their whistle – thus the “W” on this post. Note: the bike path follows the same route as the old rails.
Early Spring, Colt State Park
The title of this blog post says it all. It was truly a beautiful day. It’s now Sunday morning, and rain is threatening. Oh, well – one day out of two isn’t too bad.
"Me and my shadow?" Or a No-fly Zone?
I’m not sure what the fight was about, but this Osprey and Crow were not getting along. Competing for airspace? Turf war maybe?
Long Days and Nights 