Sorry Photos

Sometimes you have to take what you can get.  So it was this past Tuesday while Treebeard and I were out in the swamp.  I noticed movement way down the trail and pulled up my binoculars.  Wow - five otters!  Two were together - and I do mean together - about 100 feet ahead of a cluster of three.  The two  had eyes only for each other and seemed intent on insuring the continuation of their species.  Got that?  No?  Then allow me to simplify:  They appeared to be mating.  The other three were running down the trail side by side by side.  I don't think you could have slipped a piece of paper between them the majority of the time.  Every once and a while they would separate a little bit.

For a brief moment, I thought we were going to be lucky enough for them to get close to us.  Alas, it was not to be.  Something caught their attention and they all dove into the canal that borders the trail.  Heavy sigh...they would have been such good pictures, if only.

For Your Consideration

 Okay, I didn't make it back when I promised...sorry about that.  The mystery item is a seed from American Mistletoe.  Congratulations to Tom for identifying it correctly in the comments!

A little something to ponder this Friday evening... I found this on a rain-soaked boardwalk in the swamp forest following a bit of a blow this morning. Do you know what it is? (And yes, I do know and I will tell you tomorrow.)

Okay, it's tomorrow.  So far no one has guessed the identity of my mystery item.  Would it help if I told you it came out of one of these?

See how much faith I have in you?  I'll be back tomorrow to give another clue or relent and post the answer.

Out of Sync

This winter has been warm and drier than usual.  As a result, things have been a bit out of sync.  Take these little fellows, for instance.  They should be snug in their ootheca for a while yet.  Instead, they have emerged in the middle of January. 

I wish you good luck little mantids, you're going to need it.

Miscellany

During the course of the day, numerous things will catch my eye.  Sometimes they are things that others may find interesting and other times, not so much.  Trouble is, I never know which it will be...

For instance, here we have a supple-jack vine growing up a tree and through a hole in the tree.  It goes in on one side,

and comes out on the other.  I find myself wondering what's going to happen when that hole eventually closes as the tree grows.  It is going to be very odd looking, don't you think?

And then there are the little unexpected treasures like this empty swallowtail chrysalis on the underside of a holly leaf.  I love happening upon things like this. 

Some things that I happen upon may be considered gruesome by some folks.  Take this particular find...

Yep, it's a opossum head that has been liberated from its body.  It was just sitting along the edge of the trail.  Don't you wonder what lucky predator went to bed with a full belly on a cold night as a result?  Sure, the outcome was probably not one the 'possum wanted, but that's the way it goes in the swamp.

Besides, it gave me a great look at the unfortunate critter's hind foot.

Some things that catch my eye just make me mad.  I spotted a bit of unnaturally bright color on the forest floor and I knew immediately what it was.

See it there in the center of the photo?   Arrgghh...another balloon!

I HATE BALLOONS!  Or, perhaps more accurately, I hate the fact that some people don't think twice about letting go of helium-filled balloons.  People, what goes up, must come down.  When it comes down it is no longer a festive party decoration, it's litter.  And dangerous litter, too, particularly if it lands in the ocean - and the ocean is just a hop, skip, and a jump away.  Please, please, please do not release helium-filled balloons!!!!!!!

(This concludes my rant - at least until I find another balloon miles out in the swamp.)

Poke It With a Stick

Walking down the trail with Treebeard on Sunday, I spied a little pile of fur in the middle of the trail...

...hmmm, a portion of scat or perhaps a pellet?

 Being nature nerds of the first water, we paused to investigate.

A quick sniff test from a safe distance revealed no odor so it was more likely a pellet than a bit of scat.

Next step in our investigative technique:  poke it with a stick.

 Ah ha!  A curved claw of  decent size revealed itself.

A little more stick work and two incisors of the rodent persuasion appeared.

Our conclusion?  An owl pellet containing the remains of an unfortunate gray squirrel.

Isn't being outside fun?