Showing posts with label critters. Show all posts
Showing posts with label critters. Show all posts
Saturday, December 11, 2021
Monday, November 08, 2021
Saturday, October 23, 2021
Friday, October 15, 2021
If You're a US Capital Policeman and You've Just Murdered a Trump Supporter...
...you can go give the Official US Capital Police Emotional Support Dog a hug and weep into its doggy fur.
Thursday, June 29, 2017
Sickle Vs. Rabid Bobcat - - Sickle Wins
Grandma calls on druid heritage to drive off a rabid bobcat.
Elsie Dabrowski went out to her chicken coop Sunday night as she does every night around dusk, closed up the coop and bent down to cut weeds with a sickle, said her son, Gene Dabrowski.
The animal lunged at Elsie, bit her left cheek, scratched her throat and bit her back.
“I kept thinking why? Why is it attacking me? It attacked me for no reason. I thought, ‘Why, why,’” said Elsie, a former Marine, on Monday evening.
Elsie beat the cat off her with the sickle, and Gene’s five dogs chased it under a nearby porch. He lives only 300 feet away in a separate house, heard the commotion, rushed to the scene and killed the animal with two blasts of a shotgun.
Elsie Dabrowski went out to her chicken coop Sunday night as she does every night around dusk, closed up the coop and bent down to cut weeds with a sickle, said her son, Gene Dabrowski.
The animal lunged at Elsie, bit her left cheek, scratched her throat and bit her back.
“I kept thinking why? Why is it attacking me? It attacked me for no reason. I thought, ‘Why, why,’” said Elsie, a former Marine, on Monday evening.
Elsie beat the cat off her with the sickle, and Gene’s five dogs chased it under a nearby porch. He lives only 300 feet away in a separate house, heard the commotion, rushed to the scene and killed the animal with two blasts of a shotgun.
Tuesday, June 13, 2017
The Neighborhood At War: Hawks Vs. Crows
Had a bit of avian warfare going on when I stepped outside to take my walk - - on one side, a family of red-shouldered hawks that nest across the street in a tall tree in a neighbor's yard - - on the other side, the neighborhood murder of crows. Hawks sailed over my head into the woods behind my house, pursued by crows. All around me came the sound of outraged hawks and jeering crows. I tried to record some of it with my phone, but was unable to upload the results.
Friday, May 19, 2017
Wormsicles and Sun-Dried Raisinworms
The favorite snack of our neighborhood Red-Shouldered Hawks, who have a nest across the street in an oak tree. The hawks have been dining on the sun-dried earthworms in our yard today. During the coldest days of winter, when earthworms come out of the ground and freeze, the hawks dine on these 'wormsicles," also.
Friday, August 07, 2015
Goodwhites and Badwhites
John Derbyshire explains the difference, as seen through the lens of the "Cecil the Lion" shooting.
Because, inevitably, the whole incident became refracted through the lens of current public discourse in the U.S.A. into a skirmish in what I call the Cold Civil War: that is, the everlasting struggle between, on the one hand, the Progressive goodwhites who dominate our country’s mainstream culture—the Main Stream Media, the universities and law schools, big corporations, the federal bureaucracy—and, on the other hand, the ignorant gap-toothed hillbilly redneck badwhites clinging to their guns and religion out on the despised margins of civilized society.
Dr. Palmer is, of course, a badwhite. The evidence for this in in his actions. Hunting charismatic megafauna for sport is a thing only badwhites do. Big game trophy hunting is in fact as typically, characteristically badwhite as shopping at Whole Foods, or patronizing microbreweries, or listening to NPR are characteristically goodwhite.
I, myself, am a badwhite. Some of my readers here qualify as goodwhites, and some of my erstwhile Facebook friends are goodwhites, also. I say "erstwhile" because a couple of them unfriended me during the Sad Puppies campaign for science fiction's Hugo Awards, as I had the temerity to suggest they try reading the work of a particular individual (Vox Day) rather than dismissing him unread simply through SJW solidarity.
"Are You a Goodwhite Or a Badwhite?"
Because, inevitably, the whole incident became refracted through the lens of current public discourse in the U.S.A. into a skirmish in what I call the Cold Civil War: that is, the everlasting struggle between, on the one hand, the Progressive goodwhites who dominate our country’s mainstream culture—the Main Stream Media, the universities and law schools, big corporations, the federal bureaucracy—and, on the other hand, the ignorant gap-toothed hillbilly redneck badwhites clinging to their guns and religion out on the despised margins of civilized society.
Dr. Palmer is, of course, a badwhite. The evidence for this in in his actions. Hunting charismatic megafauna for sport is a thing only badwhites do. Big game trophy hunting is in fact as typically, characteristically badwhite as shopping at Whole Foods, or patronizing microbreweries, or listening to NPR are characteristically goodwhite.
I, myself, am a badwhite. Some of my readers here qualify as goodwhites, and some of my erstwhile Facebook friends are goodwhites, also. I say "erstwhile" because a couple of them unfriended me during the Sad Puppies campaign for science fiction's Hugo Awards, as I had the temerity to suggest they try reading the work of a particular individual (Vox Day) rather than dismissing him unread simply through SJW solidarity.
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Thursday, July 23, 2015
Meanwhile, In My Home State of Florida...
...leprosy is on the rise due to people messing with armadillos, which carry the disease.
It's not enough that we have to deal with Florida Man, but Florida Leper Man? That's too much.
Leperdillo.
It's not enough that we have to deal with Florida Man, but Florida Leper Man? That's too much.
Thursday, July 02, 2015
A Story of Pure Horror
Remember the boy who was found chained in the yard of a Monroe, NC home with a dead chicken tied around his neck?
The details of the boy's story are utterly horrific.
Jesus wept.
The details of the boy's story are utterly horrific.
Jesus wept.
Friday, June 12, 2015
Wednesday, April 08, 2015
Sorry, Lassie, If It Comes Down To Me Or You...
...you're gonna die.
"Killingsworth Pest Control Under Fire For Telling Employees To Run Over Stray Dogs."
I understand what this man is saying, and I agree with it. There are times when you are driving that you can be killed if you swerve or brake to avoid hitting an animal. Over on the coast near Southport, NC, is a country road with deep drainage canals on either side of the road - - to swerve off the road means your car will go into the water and sink, and you'll very likely die. On that road one evening I cautioned my girlfriend, who was driving, about the necessity of hitting an animal in that situation rather than swerving and going into the ditches. "If it's a choice between Bambi and the ditch, Bambi has to die," I told her. Sure enough, just a few minutes later Rocky Raccoon ran into the road - - the car ahead of us hit Rocky, and, to her credit, so did my girlfriend.
Does this mean that you callously hit any stray dog in the road? Not at all. But if you're driving and an animal enters the road and the only option is to hit it to avoid the possibility of death to the driver and passengers, the animal must be hit.
"Killingsworth Pest Control Under Fire For Telling Employees To Run Over Stray Dogs."
I understand what this man is saying, and I agree with it. There are times when you are driving that you can be killed if you swerve or brake to avoid hitting an animal. Over on the coast near Southport, NC, is a country road with deep drainage canals on either side of the road - - to swerve off the road means your car will go into the water and sink, and you'll very likely die. On that road one evening I cautioned my girlfriend, who was driving, about the necessity of hitting an animal in that situation rather than swerving and going into the ditches. "If it's a choice between Bambi and the ditch, Bambi has to die," I told her. Sure enough, just a few minutes later Rocky Raccoon ran into the road - - the car ahead of us hit Rocky, and, to her credit, so did my girlfriend.
Does this mean that you callously hit any stray dog in the road? Not at all. But if you're driving and an animal enters the road and the only option is to hit it to avoid the possibility of death to the driver and passengers, the animal must be hit.
Wednesday, April 01, 2015
Hey, Dis Joo Dog?
"Man accused of sexually molesting dog pleads guilty."
Jose Vasquez, 47, of Wilmington, approached a Marine stationed at Camp Lejeune in the parking lot of the Ramada Inn in the 5000 block of Market Street last July. The Marine said Vasquez asked him about a dog that was in the parking lot. When the Marine told Vasquez the dog wasn't his, Vasquez took the dog with him to his car, according to a news release from the New Hanover County District Attorney's Office.
A short time later, the dog's owner asked the witness if he'd seen the dog and the witness directed the dog owner to the car he'd seen Vasquez get into.
When the dog owner and witness approached the car Vasquez was in, they saw Vasquez engaging in sexual activity with the small black female dog, the news release said.
I'm guessing this will be a consent defense - - bitch wanted it?
Jose Vasquez, 47, of Wilmington, approached a Marine stationed at Camp Lejeune in the parking lot of the Ramada Inn in the 5000 block of Market Street last July. The Marine said Vasquez asked him about a dog that was in the parking lot. When the Marine told Vasquez the dog wasn't his, Vasquez took the dog with him to his car, according to a news release from the New Hanover County District Attorney's Office.
A short time later, the dog's owner asked the witness if he'd seen the dog and the witness directed the dog owner to the car he'd seen Vasquez get into.
When the dog owner and witness approached the car Vasquez was in, they saw Vasquez engaging in sexual activity with the small black female dog, the news release said.
I'm guessing this will be a consent defense - - bitch wanted it?
Sunday, March 15, 2015
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
What Club Would You Recommend For This Shot, Caddie?
Maybe I should add a 12-gauge to the golf bag?
"Gigantic Alligator Takes Over Florida Golf Course."
That's Florida for you. Or any state in the Deep South, for that matter. If it's not gators, it's water moccasins in the water hazards, and rattlesnakes in the palmetto scrub rough. Might even find a coral snake in the cup.
"Gigantic Alligator Takes Over Florida Golf Course."
That's Florida for you. Or any state in the Deep South, for that matter. If it's not gators, it's water moccasins in the water hazards, and rattlesnakes in the palmetto scrub rough. Might even find a coral snake in the cup.
Tuesday, February 03, 2015
Pure Meanness
Fueled by alcohol and the resulting stupidity, a llama owned by a Union County, NC family is dead, killed by three man-children for the novelty of it.
According to Luke, the three men had been drinking and they said they just wanted to know what it was like to kill an animal.
Should have bought a hunting license, then, and shot a squirrel. Or a deer. Or gone to a slaughterhouse and had one of the workers let you help out with a pig. Now you're going to prison, because you destroyed someone else's private property in an act of cruelty.
One the three men - - Bray - - has a previous criminal record, for drugs and assault on a female. The other two aren't in the NC database.
This is where adult corporal punishment is indicated, if we still had it in the US. Give these men each a dozen lashes on their back with a whip and they'll likely not offend again, and the taxpayer doesn't have to fund the period in prison that they'd be subject to otherwise. All finished in a half hour, except for restitution, repaying the cost of the killed animal.
According to Luke, the three men had been drinking and they said they just wanted to know what it was like to kill an animal.
Should have bought a hunting license, then, and shot a squirrel. Or a deer. Or gone to a slaughterhouse and had one of the workers let you help out with a pig. Now you're going to prison, because you destroyed someone else's private property in an act of cruelty.
One the three men - - Bray - - has a previous criminal record, for drugs and assault on a female. The other two aren't in the NC database.
This is where adult corporal punishment is indicated, if we still had it in the US. Give these men each a dozen lashes on their back with a whip and they'll likely not offend again, and the taxpayer doesn't have to fund the period in prison that they'd be subject to otherwise. All finished in a half hour, except for restitution, repaying the cost of the killed animal.
Monday, January 26, 2015
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
It's January, So...
...that means that our neighborhood pair of Red-Shouldered Hawks are in my front yard, looking for cold-numbed earthworms to eat:
In previous years January has been so cold that the worms have actually been wormsicles, which the hawks seem to like as a crunchy treat. It's been mild this year, so the worms are chewy rather than crunchy. Hawk equivalent of bacon, I reckon. Chewy or crunchy, it's all good.
In previous years January has been so cold that the worms have actually been wormsicles, which the hawks seem to like as a crunchy treat. It's been mild this year, so the worms are chewy rather than crunchy. Hawk equivalent of bacon, I reckon. Chewy or crunchy, it's all good.
Thursday, January 08, 2015
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