Baldies and bats

Was working at my desk on the PLU campus Monday, and looked up and caught sight of a mature bald eagle flying overhead. Then I went back to work, but kept hearing something that sounded like baldie chatter, so I looked again, and lo' there was said baldie on top of a fir tree, talking away to its mate, I think, who was in another tree. Apparently they come to campus each winter to feed on our dumpster diving squirrels, and the pet hampsters that get dumped on campus grounds.

On to bats, I came across this video on msn, and thought you might like to see it. Bats!! Love those bats. And if you're not into bats, how about vampire moths?


History of Halloween: Bats

Eagle above, grab the lizard

Was looking above our house on Scenic Hill in Kent yesterday, and up above was a baldie slowly circling around. It was great to see, but then I remembered who was sunning herself out on the back deck: Our lizard India. So I told Jennifer to go get her before we saw her flying off in the eagle's talons. She did, and wouldn't you know, it seemed the eagle lost interest in our house and glided off toward the cemetery, and rabbits.

Baldie Finds A Helper, or Two

I wonder if this was the eagle that Gary spotted near Kent.

He probably ended up at the Sarvey Wildlife Rescue Center in Arlington. It's good organization to support BTW.

Baldies, Bunnies and Bumbles

In reverse order.

As I'm watching it snow tonight, and rejoicing I'm finally seeing some of this white stuff, my daughter reminds me that this may mean the end of the bubble bees I saw earlier this week.

"See mom, it probably killed the bumble bees! Now how do you feel about it!" end quote.

Okay, if it killed the bumbles, I hate the snow. (well, sort of.) - she just read this last comment and slugged me.

Could this be another local hit on the wildlife due to global warming (in reverse)? (I took this picture of a bumble napping in a daffodil the day before this snow)

On to baldies. My hubby saw a bald eagle near the wildlife area off of the East Valley Highway near the rock shop.

And finally bunnies. It was about this time a few years ago that the neighborhood cat was stalking something. And that something was screaming, literally. So I went over to investigate. It was a terrified baby rabbit that Fat Millie (the cat) hat trapped against a azalea bush. We rescued the bunny, which Jennifer wanted to make a pet.

But we convinced her said bunny probably wouldn't survive and to release it with its fellow bunnies in the Scenic Hill Cemetery, which we did. Now I doubt this species of rabbit is endangered, but there are some, oddly, which are stuggling for survival according to this article, and this one. (which is about the pygmy rabbits in Spokane.)