Category Archives: Junebug the hound
Fledgling Hooded Warbler
My ears found me this one. I was studying a beech tree when the mother’s chup chup calls grabbed my attention. She got closer and the calls jumped into a higher register, tink tink. Surely a nest must be close … Continue reading
Unusual mating behavior alerts us to an invasion of giant slugs
A pleasant outdoor evening for Cari and Jason Reynolds was interrupted by the antics of some rather large slugs. The slugs had entwined their bodies, then suspended themselves from a stiff strand of mucus. Two large translucent structures emerged from … Continue reading
Cicada killer
Stop and listen. Every tree is occupied by buzzing cicadas. Their vigor of their acoustic attack builds through the day, then dies away after dark, giving way to katydids. We’re not the only species to tune into this sound. Cuckoos, … Continue reading
Some early stirrings in Shakerag Hollow
After work yesterday I headed down into Shakerag Hollow to see what was stirring at the end of the warm afternoon. It was a pleasure to walk with just a shirt on my back — discarding the wintry weight and … Continue reading
Coyotes
Harold Goldberg sent me these great photos of coyotes taken from his house in Sewanee. You can also see the photos in this week’s Messenger (I’ve held off on posting until the latest edition of the Messenger went live — … Continue reading
A little jaunt in the early morning…
…down to Bridal Veil Falls, below Morgan’s Steep. Unlike yesterday when the air was warm and the spring peepers were calling, a cold front has pushed some real November chill into the woods. The frogs were silent, but a Winter … Continue reading
Amorous ticks
Halloween brought the blood-feeding ghouls and vampires out onto the streets last night. None were more fearsome that the black-legged ticks (Ixodes scapularis) that Neptune the Tick-Gathering Cat brought in. I tweaked an engorged tick off his neck, only to … Continue reading
Skunk remedy?
Junebug pursued a skunk with her usual vigor and head-long enthusiasm, and was rewarded with a face full of spray. Ah!, that familiar smell of burning tires. We washed her with peroxide and baking soda but she, not satisfied with … Continue reading
Puffball fungi
A row of puffballs curves down the grassy hillside at Lake Cheston. These fungi are related to mushrooms (in the Basidiomycota) but grow all their spores internally, then either puff them from an orifice at the top of their swollen … Continue reading