Another ant story. Won't be the last, I promise you. Because when I was little, I liked ants quite a lot. (I was an only child and I had no one to play with.) I had great fun catching them, keeping them and doing all the matter of cruel things that children do with ants. But this is one ant story that I always like to share with people. Back when I was eight or nine, I live in a house where there were these half a centimeter sized orangy-red ants in the backyard. They weren't too smal...
It's really odd having a turtle that is older than you. Cuddles, the family turtle, is around 50 years old now. I got him when I was a teenager and here, now at 33, we still have him. I've read that box turtles can live a century, so who knows, my kids may one day be fighting over Cuddles.
John Muir was america's preservationist,he wanted wild lands not to be touched at all . and had a great fight with G Pinchot who was a coservationist and for wise use of nature's resources. John's writings led to establishment of many national parks such as yellowstone and founding of the sierra club. Audobon was another environmental pioneer and commemorated as the founder of the audobon society. I am not sure, who the first modern american environmentalist is : Muir or Audobon or ?...
I am a nature lover. America the current king of modern tech and destroyer of nature had also many nature poets and nature lovers, some almost mystical. Such as John Muir, Rachel carson, Audobon. One of them is Walt Whitman, whom I have not read in detail though leaves of grass etc in excerpts. But I still faintly remember what I read long ago in univ library while I was doing my masters......a book on ecology was quoting whitman thus..... "If you remember me after years.... look for ...
I've placed an ad in the base newspaper to give these kittens we have away to good homes. It starts on Friday...not a day too soon as far as I'm concerned! They are driving me insane. They're corralled in my half bathroom when no-one is available to keep an eye on them, but when someone's around they get let out to roam around my living room. They get into everything . They climb, they fight, they tumble off of stuff...they knock things down and get under the furnitur...
Sometimes I just have to hang my head. I had thought that my domestic (indoors) cat was some-what intelligent. He understands the kitty-commands "no", "relax" (when he's frisky) and "lay down". In an earlier post, I had mentioned that I have taken to feeding the squirrel's on the back deck, just beyond the sliding glass door. Apparently the squirreles "understand" that the glass is a barrier. Anything on my side of the glass and the squirrel pays no attention to it. I can literall...
A dog looks at us and thinks, "This person feeds me, shelters me, and takes care of my every need... he must be a god!" A cat looks at us and thinks, "This person feeds me, shelters me, and takes care of my every need... I must be a god!" I don’t like dogs. I think I have stated this before . I think dogs are stupid and slavish. Also they are damn annoying when they jump into my crotch. All you have to do is give a dog some food and he is your friend for life. Wait, you don’...
You may not know it but the weather has alot to do with our everyday lives. Take in example....D-Day if we didnt attack because the weather was a bad we might not have what we have today. Lightning....we can have fire from it...it also does much more...but i wont get into that right now. Every year that passes the moon moves away just a little bit from the earth. After the moon leaves the earth there will be no more tides. It maybe snowing one day and hot and sunny the next. So dont forget th...
I think that I finally found a web host site that will work with me and my photos of the kittens.... This is Chester scrapping with Brad This is Jill, who has long fur and looks like she's tangled with a hair dryer and lost most of the time: This is my daughter Shea and Bradley, her favorite kitty: And finally, this is Spot, the smallest, who appears to be finding something terribly interesting to look at on the bottom of our rocking chair: Hopefully ...
I got up this morning and found Jacques my crab naked and deceased at the bottome of the tank. Since he had moulted, he had kept getting naked and running aound out of his shell. I had given him a variety of different shells to try on, and he kept going back to his old one. So, I kept him in isolation. This morning, there he was. I don't know what happened. I'm sad...Jacques was my first crab. Oh, and I'm sure there will ne resurrection like what happened with Bo...
My son's friend and her mom came to the door just now. They live all the way up the street. Thay asked if we had lost a crab. They had found, in their yard, a huge hermit crab. Where he came from, no-one knows. How he survived, no-one knows. But we took him in. We haven't got a name for him yet that we can agree on. Anyone got any ideas?
The kittens will be ready to go to new homes shirtly. They're all walking and are starting to eat solid foods. Brad (who turned out to be a girl, incidentally) is the most adventurous, always climbing over and going under things to see what's new and interesting. Jill and Chester look almost Himalayan in their facial structure and fur length, Rupert is still the biggest, and Tiny Tim and Spot are the daintiest little black kitties I think I've ever seen. I thought that th...
Bob's not dead!!! I am such a dumb ass! He had just moulted and had gone way inside his shell, so far in that I couldn't see him at all. I had put what I thought was his empty shell on the kitchen counter, and when I saw it on the floor earlier thought that one of the kids had knocked it down...until I picked it up and saw Bob's pale pink legs sticking out! Yay! Bob's alive!
Jacques moulted overnight. I got up this morning and found him, pink and naked, in the tank. I've had to quarantine him in the travel tank so the Tud and Martin won't bother him...and I think that may have been what happened to Bob. Crabs are soft, naked and incredibly vulnerable when they've just shed their old exoskeleton, and I'm prepared to bet that Bob got attacked whilst he was in that condition. It's my fault, really...I should have been a bit more aware and moved him...
Bob the crab has died. He had buried himself a couple of days ago, and I thought that he was going to moult..I kept checking on him to see if he was still with us, and he was. In fact, they got a bath on Tuesday and they were all fine then. This evening I noticed Martin picking at Bob's shell, and saw that all that was left of poor Bob was his big pincher. The others had eaten the rest of him. Davey is going to be terribly upset. He's asleep, and I don't want to wake h...