We actually saw a deer with our own eyes in the back yard, rather than just a picture from the trail cam. She was watching us watching her. She was OK until I walked toward her with my big camera. Then she decided to find forage elsewhere.
My husband spotted a hawk in the trees, so again I took my big camera to take a picture. The young hawk also kept a keen eye on me, but this time I did not scare it off.
So this is my happiest sight on the trail cam: a raccoon. Two years ago this would not have been unusual, but it has been a year and a half since the raccoon colony in our woods was wiped out, probably by distemper. It brightens my heart to see them on the cam again.
Is it me, or does this look like an old opossum? Maybe it is because it is in the middle of a good ear scratch, but the scene gives me cantankerous old dude vibes.
I lost my trail cam for a while. I forgot which tree I put it on. Honestly I forgot it was on a tree and not on a stand. I doused myself in bug spray and dove into the summer woods looking for it, and found it right where I left it last time. Hm.
Any who, there will be trail cam pics for a couple days.
My youngest is on a ceramic painting kick this summer. We go to pick up the fired piece, and paint another. Repeat. I’m learning about music theory particularly in the realm of Barbershop harmony, so I painted a mug in celebration of Harmonics.
I like that the “Fluted mug” looks like a digitized sound wave.
On the opposite side of the mug I wrote the harmonic series in scale degrees, because Barbershoppers are all about the overtones (in physics overtones and harmonics are different, while in Barbershop they are often used interchangeably.)
It greatly amuses me to paint the inside of the mug like it is already stained with tea or coffee. And, of course, when I get to the bottom of the mug, it is time to go sing.
Critters and Craft 