Posts Tagged ‘tracking’

The raccoon that absconded with the suet ball last week is back.  His paired muddy prints on the snow tell the tale.  Raccoon tracks reveal five fingers that give them their marvelous dexterity.  Their tracks are usually plantigrade or flat-footed.

He’s been crawling under the deck looking for ‘who-knows-what’ and travelling to the side of the house where he’s proceeded to rip up the lawn, most likely in search of grubs.  Apparently, raccoons can hear the grubs crunching on the roots of grass. 

He’s also been digging in the hollyhock bed next to the foundation.  I don’t know if he was able to find what he was looking for, but he sure did leave a mess.  Years ago, one of my neighbors had to use a live trap to catch and relocate raccoons that were tearing up her lawn. 

Raccoons eat a great variety of foods:  insects, amphibians, fish, small mammals, birds and eggs.  They’ll also eat roadkill, seeds and suet balls, plus whatever food humans will put out in their garbage. 

Most of the neighbors make use of garbage cans or boxes to avoid the inevitable mess that plastic bags would invite.  The city of Halifax also provides residents with large green compost containers that are picked up every second week.

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What does white bring to mind?  If you live in Nova Scotia, and it happens to be January, it will most likely be snow.  We watch it fall, shovel it, plow it, use it to make snowballs, snow forts and snowmen.  It’s pretty versatile.  Impressions in the snow are also useful in allowing us to track the movement of elusive creatures in our surroundings.

This past week, Scott at Views Infinitum asked his readers to use *white* as a starting point for a photography post.  My images of white all show tracks in snow that I was able to find in my yard:  Snowshoe Hare tracks at top; Bobcat tracks above; and below, some as yet unidentified five-toed tracks.

This last image is the most beautiful impression I was able to find.  It looked especially glorious as it sparkled in the sunshine.   

If it wasn’t for the tracks they leave in the snow, how else would we know that Seraphim had visited?

The golden moments in the stream of life rush past us and we see nothing but sand; the angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone.
~ George Eliot

If you’re interested in accepting Scott’s invitation to post on the subject of white, you have until February 3rd to do so.  All are welcome to participate.

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