Hiển thị các bài đăng có nhãn Raccoon. Hiển thị tất cả bài đăng
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Thứ Tư, 20 tháng 8, 2014

Raccoons in Toronto


I've found it upsetting with the recent news posts about Rob Ford and his rants about Raccoons in Toronto. How is this a top story, and for 2 days in a row? I've yet to skim the news today and see if Rob Ford saw yet another Raccoon last night in his wanderings about his property. Here are some links to 680 news on this... Monday and Tuesday

I will not make this a personal attack on the man but seriously, take into consideration where he and his family live, backing onto park space, the Humber River flows a stone's throw beyond that, and they are within a very short walk to James Gardens and Lambton Woods (two parks I hold dear to my heart through the winter months). Rob Ford is almost our neighbour, I can be at his house within a 3 minute drive. If he and his family have such a huge fear of Raccoons, perhaps they should move?

He states there is a huge increase in Raccoon populations here in Toronto but doesn't have much in way of facts to back that up. Perhaps he watched "Raccoon Nation" which says Toronto has the highest Raccoon population in North America. I will have to ask him the next time I run into him at our local Tim Hortons.

If you open the Tuesday link above, you will see the city does not track wildlife, and there is no way to tell how well any species is doing. Nathalie from Toronto Wildlife offered a different opinion on the status of Raccoon in our city. But really, nobody knows for certain.

And with all wildlife, there are good breeding years and there are bad breeding years. This summer we have two families scurrying around at night, a mom and 4 kids, and another mom with 3 kids. For where we live, I think this is about average. Of course there are some straggling lone Raccoons which I suspect are the males who have nothing to do with the family order after mating.


Raccoons are clever creatures and have adapted well to living amongst us here in Toronto. Our green bins are a buffet to them. It blows my mind how many people put their bins out on Tuesday night (Wednesday is pick up day) and are enraged that some creature came along, dumped their bin in the middle of the night and helped themselves to the mass of food waste within. The nerve of those things!


We never put ours out before the morning of pick up. We don't have a garage or any inside place to store it, so the bin sits out on our front porch. We use an old car battery on top and see the signs of them coming around, trying to get in, the bag ends sticking out are shredded but the bin is never spilled. Is this a mind set of humans, a habit that goes back generations, and they just cannot change it? Our fathers and grandfathers put the garbage out the night before, it's even in the cartoons we watched as kids. Heaven forbid having to get the bin out to the curb at 7am when one doesn't normally wake up till 8. I guess we are fortunate that the truck doesn't hit our street until well into the afternoon.

With all the Raccoons I see around our neighbourhood, they all have different personalities. Some are bold, some are skittish and some go either way depending on my approach. I've never EVER in all my life have come across an aggressive Raccoon. I guess the worst one was an injured one I trapped late one night last December, see the story here. That poor guy had every right to be pissed off at me. The family with the four kids, have two of each of these very different personalities. Two high tail it quick upon first sight of us, and the other two are very curious (I don't call them bold as they are just young).


It is my belief that when you show respect, respect will come back to you, even with the wild ones. Don't fuck with them and they won't fuck with you. If you yell and try to hit them with a broom or some other object, of course you will see a side of them that Rob Ford's nightmares are made of.

We live in our homes, but the outdoors is theirs. They use our walks, our gardens, our driveways in their evening searches for food and water. They sleep in our trees. Once again, if this kind of stuff bothers a person, then maybe they should move into an apartment building. It's unfair to label them as threats when they are on our properties and taking advantage of what we provide for them, like it or not.


A few of our neighbours grow grapes every summer. The Raccoons love grapes and know exactly when those things are ready to eat. It pisses these people off that they come in the middle of the night, pick away at their bounty of fruit, eating only the insides of the grapes and leaving the skins. The one guy gave up after a few years and tore out all his grape vines. The other guy would sit up most of the night, sometimes till 4 or 5am, waiting for the Raccoons to come, and he'd have a stick or a broom. But the Raccoon is the smarter beast, watching in the darkness, waiting patiently, because it knew the man was not a creature of the night, and eventually he would tire and go to sleep. It was always the case, the guy would eventually shut out the back light, go inside, to bed. A few hours later he would come outside to the mess and be enraged at the masked bandits. Both these men are dead now. The wife of the later still lives in that house and still grows grapes. She carries the tradition of trying to fight these monsters and shares the hatred of them only because they eat her grapes. There are days where I am not proud to say "I'm human, just like them".

I love the creatures as I do all wildlife. But that doesn't mean I biased in my blog here. People just need to be smart about things. Protect your green bins, as I said, it's a buffet to them. Inspect your homes periodically for wear and tear which something like a Raccoon, Squirrel, Opossum, etc may see as potential shelter and a place to raise a family. One cannot get upset if they grow fruits and vegetables, which may be natural food sources to the wildlife around, and the stuff gets eaten.

We have bird feeders and some come out to clean up under the feeders at night. They also love the bird baths and basins during the dog days of summer. Water is harder for creatures to find than food. We enjoy seeing them play in the baths, if we are lucky enough to spot them at dusk or dawn.

This young one took a cedar chip from my garden. Oh my goodness, the horror! Bad Raccoon! LoL!


Some say Raccoons are changing and not becoming true nocturnal creatures. I disagree. In my experiences, for the most part they are still creatures of the night. I do find for a short spell in the summer when I will see families out and about, mom and the kids. I'm guessing this is in the days after all the kids finally leave the "den" (where they were born), mom isn't nursing them as much, and they are trying to find food to feed a family of 4 or 5 now instead of just mom. But as I said, this is just my guess. It's what I see around here for not much more than a couple weeks, families out before sun set, or still up after sun rise. A few of these shared photos of mine are from the longest days of the year, where I was fortunate enough to see these creatures around 6am. I had the ISO cranked on my camera to get the shots, which may seem like mid-day.

We seem to have an exception to this in a small lone Raccoon we named "Annie". She seems to come out a little earlier than the others, or is up after the others have turned in for the day. She's only been around for a few weeks and we can only guess that maybe she's an orphan? She can't tell us so we can only assume. She gets out looking for food and water before the others get to it first. Or she's still out looking for it after they've gone to bed. Her size is comparable to the young ones that we see following mom still.


Annie may come off as bold but I think it's more about how hungry she is. There are times when I'm filling the feeders and she's hanging around, waiting to spot stuff being spilled as not every peanut makes it into the ring. And there are times she's running off quick at the slightest movement from us or something else nearby. We don't hand feed her or wave peanuts at her to entice her. But she knows where the food is and at times can be seen in the garden beneath our feeder pole (the feeders are 12 ft or so above ground with a metal umbrella on the pole to keep Squirrels and Raccoons from getting at the feeders). We don't chase her, we don't yell and throw things at her. We just sit back and enjoy the sight of her if she hangs around for a bit. I don't see anything wrong with that.

Here is a video of Annie from last Saturday. I couldn't sleep and decided to fill the bird feeders and baths before Angie got up. It was around 6am. Annie snuck up on the picnic table while I was doing the baths and knocked my seed cup over. I figured "finders keepers" and let her have at it. I had our little Canon Power Shot camera in my pocket and took this short video. The camera has great zoom and I was not in her face. I hate that I feel I should spell everything out here loud and clear. Ugh! Anyways, click here if you would like to see little orphan Annie.


And for the record, we don't see her every day/night. Sometimes 3 or 4 days pass before the next visit during our waking hours. She knows there can be food found here but she is not reliant upon us. As with the other Raccoons, she is smart and an opportunist. She's figured this all out on her own at a very young age and I suspect she will have a good long life for a Raccoon in our area.

So, I ask that those with this fear of these creatures coming around their homes to sit back and think for a moment, maybe they do a better job at critter proofing their homes, maybe they can learn to live with these wild creatures in their areas? The city is full of all kinds of wildlife, it's not just us humans and that's it. I'd like to believe most of us would like to keep it that way too!

Chủ Nhật, 8 tháng 12, 2013

Rob to the rescue again, sort of

Wednesday December 4th was my first day back on the job after 7.5 weeks away due to a shoulder injury.  I knew it was going to be a very long, and probably rough day.  I've been so used to getting up before 7am, napping in the afternoon, and just going to bed whenever...  meaning, not having much of a routine.

I made it through the day, being up real early, no nap, an 8 hour shift and home by 10:30pm.  And I found myself still with some energy to burn.

It's Wednesday and in my fashion, I toast getting over the hump of the week with a shot or two of whiskey...  "Whiskey Wednesday".  My drink of choice is usually 40 Creek but I recently got a bottle of White Owl Whiskey from Angie and decided to have at that especially since I saw 3 Snowy Owls on Monday.  We are in the midst of another Snowy Owl invasion and I think I will toast these birds with my White Owl whenever I see one (or three).

Drink is made, I turn on the back light and peer out the window to see if any of my night time buds are around.  I spot one of the Raccoons under the bird feeder closest to the house.  I put my coat on, grab my drink, flashlight, camera and go out to hang out with him...  if he will let me.

Flashlight on him and I took this with my cellphone.

My furry friend acknowledges me and continues foraging under the bird feeder and vicinity.  But as he starts to move around looking for more grub, I notice he's not moving like a normal healthy Raccoon.  Closer inspection I can see his back right leg is dragging behind him.  I went inside, got some kibble and dropped a handful near him.  I was less than 3 ft from him and he just watched me, then started devouring the kibble.

The snack was done, he started making his way to the back of the yard.  He had a real difficult time doing so with that leg and a few times he kinda rolled over, but kept heading in that direction.  He stopped himself in the garden near our feeder pole and had a drink from one of the bath basins.  It was a mild night and the water hadn't froze.  Drink done he continued on his way, struggling along, and pulling himself with his front paws.

I knew he was hurt and despite it being pitch black outside, starting to rain and me lacking much in way of skills or equipment to do anything, I was bound and determined to help him.

Sure doesn't look pitch black out nor raining here but trust me on all I tell you.
The weekend before, Angie and I picked up a couple large cages from someone who donated them to Hobbitstee Refuge.  A new friend of ours is an animal rehabber and we assisted in a fund raiser for her a few weeks ago.  I was holding the cages until the next time we got down her way.  As I said, cages are large, like 4' x 2' x 4' or so.  The one was not folded up and the bottom tray was not attached.  The cages were in the shed and I went and grabbed the one I just described.  It was a struggle in the dark and trying to keep a light on the Raccoon.  Funny how me by myself, holding a flashlight and camera, the Raccoon never cared; but coming at him, walking like Frankenstein as I held this cage up at waist height...  nuh uh, Raccoon was like "get away from me man!" but only with some colorful language I can imagine by his growls.

I backed him up against the fence, he snarled, hissed, spit, growled and charged at me a few times.  But I held my ground, stayed calm and wasn't giving up.  I had to be quick when I put the cage over him, not wanting to drop it on his already wounded body.  What an adventure this was!  Did I mention how dark it was?  And the rain was coming down good now?

It really didn't take too long before I had him in the cage.  I could see a few neighbours peering out their back windows, looking down in my direction and probably wondering what I was doing.  The Raccoon was really loud, might as well have been a Bear I was messing around with, and I am sure my bright LED flashlight waving around was like the Bat Signal out there.

My next move was to get something on the ground under him, so he couldn't try and dig his way out.  I have a big sheet of plywood behind the shed, so I pulled that out, lifted the edge of the cage a little and slowly slid this sheet underneath.  It really pissed the Raccoon off as I touched his toes.  And he tried for the opening, even as small as it was.  But I managed to get the sheet all the way through and out the other side.  Next up was barricading the sides of the cage so he could not top it over, using 4 big cinder blocks, one on each side.  I didn't want to leave him trapped out there with the rain coming down, so next was a big blue tarp that I put over his temporary home.  And lastly a few bricks over top to keep the tarp from lifting or blowing away.


I double checked everything and figured he was safe for the night in there, no way he could get out, or hurt himself trying, and no way anything could try and get in at him.  It was nearly midnight now and I was pretty darn wired.  I posted something on Facebook to vent some of the story.  I wrote a note to Angie for when she woke up so she didn't see the Facebook stuff or the contraption out back and wake me with a bunch of ???'s.  Eventually I went to bed but still had a heck of a time falling asleep.  Angie woke up and I told her everything.  Now neither of us could sleep.

My next step was to call Toronto Wildlife Centre in the morning and ask for assistance from an expert with proper equipment to get him to their centre and hopefully some medical aid.

I wanted to wait till morning, close to when the centre opened at 9am, so I knew nothing happened over night, like Raccoon escaping.  And hope from the time of my morning check on him, my call to TWC and their arrival would be a small time frame.

I checked on him shortly after 7am and he was curled up in a ball, sound asleep much like Meadow was on the bed.  He looked up at me momentarily, like I disturbed him, and as I left, he put his head back down.  I liked that he was calm with me and not freaking out.

And just before 9am, I called Toronto Wildlife, leaving them the most detailed message possible about the animal, how I caught him and ensured he was confined.  I knew their return call would be within the hour, so I waited a bit before I checked on him again.  I took a couple pics and a very short video, also observing him some more.  He still remained calm with me.

Toronto Wildlife called me back, we talked for a bit and they didn't need much more info from me.  They knew there was no way I could bring the Raccoon in to them, not without me getting hurt in the process and probably further injury to him.

It was a relief when they told me someone was coming down to the house to help out.  I was hoping it was Andrew because I tell everyone that he's my hero.  I worked with him once back in May 2012 with a very sick Great Horned Owl in the woods near us.  That story revisited me back in October 2013, see here.  But it wasn't Andrew coming down but someone named "Sarah".  For a split second I was disappointed to not hear Andrew but the relief of help coming quickly returned and thought this would be great to see another one of their rescuers in action.

Sarah arrived on scene pretty fast.  I took her around back, and worked with her to catch my trapped pal.  She was loaded with leather gloves, netting, a snare and a large carrier.  I followed her instructions and together we caught him.  She had me lift one side of the cage up while she slid a snare underneath.  It took 4 or 5 tries before she was certain she had him and out he came, not anywhere near the calm guy he was a bit ago.  He was full teeth, claws and attitude at Sarah.  But she kept her cool and and focus on the mission and in no time he was in the carrier.


We talked briefly before she left with him.  I said how I hoped so much he could come back home one day; but she politely informed me that a lot of times it just doesn't end well in these situations.  Raccoons aren't the best patients to begin with.  Healing them, keeping them confined and calm, and not further injuring themselves is a very difficult task.  It was nice she kept that in the back of my head but I wasn't going to give up on my hope for him.

They left, I tidied up out back and soon went to work totally exhausted and my day really only just begun.

The next day, Friday the 6h, I couldn't even think about Mr Raccoon as I had a full day with getting that little Northern Saw-whet Owl to the Owl Foundation and doing one more shift at work.  Blog here.

Saturday morning I called and left a message.  I missed their return call about an hour later and when I checked my voice mail, I was all twitchy, stomach turning, wondering what they were going to tell me.  The voice mail said nothing about the condition of the Raccoon.  And a lot of the message was very much similar to the one they left me when I inquired about my recently departed Squirrel pal "Sideways Sam".  See that blog here.  But the woman explained about why they wouldn't say in a voice mail, as they use discretion, unsure if the voice mail box is private or not, etc.  So I get that but still I was thinking the news was going to be bad and they didn't want to leave it in a message.

I quickly called them back and kept my phone right with me until I heard from them again about 30 minutes later.  I'm still holding out hope for a good answer as the phone rings.  But once I answer it, and even though she didn't say it right away, I knew he wasn't coming home.

Both his back legs were broken and it happened some time ago.  The bones were healing and setting in improperly.  He had infection through his lower area too.  So the most humane thing to do was put him to sleep.

Even as much as I knew this was the best thing for him, and a part of me was expecting this, my heart still sunk.  I was overcome with sadness.  Angie and I were going out shortly and I found myself just staring blankly out into the backyard.  Was it because of my admiration for Raccoons?  Was it because this was too soon after my little pal Sideways Sam went the same route?  I dunno but it sucked, and it hurt.

I posted the outcome to social media and got a slew of heart warming comments and support. 

Anyways, the support from others helped me.  I knew my sadness was only temporary and that my Raccoon friend wasn't suffering anymore.  I thought if I left him be out there, how long would he suffer, and how slow and painful would his death be?  I try to not think of myself as a Reaper for the severely sick wildlife but more as a caregiver, stepping in when they really need help.

And despite his death, like the others I've turned in, I will still hold out hope for the next one, and so on.  Where there is life, there is hope.

Rest in peace little one.

Thứ Sáu, 6 tháng 12, 2013

What A Week!

Hey friends...  as I said above, "What a week!"

First off was our one year anniversary on November 30th.  It was a spectacular day really and not as we thought our day would play out.  Angie did a great re-telling of the day on her blog, so please check it out...  its probably not what you'd expect either.  Click here.

Then on Wednesday December 4th, I took notice to a Raccoon out back under the bird feeders about 10:30pm.  I'm enjoying a beverage after work, and it was my first day back on the job after 7.5 weeks off with a shoulder injury.  This one is blog worthy on it's own, and I will get into it next week.  But jist of it is there was something wrong with this young Raccoon.  So out in the dark and the rain, I went out and trapped him, keeping him contained until later Thursday morning when thankfully someone from the Toronto Wildlife Centre could come and help me get him back to their centre.  Messing around with stressed out injured Raccoons in the dark is a very scary experience and I don't recommend it for everyone.  You really got to think about what you are doing, try and understand the animal, his probable condition, through observation and act accordingly.  Of course taking your own health in consideration is important.  I took a very short video of him that morning as I checked on him before speaking with TWC.  Check the video here.

And as Thursday night was coming to a close, my cell phone rang and caller ID showed it was The Owl Foundation once again.  I recon this may be another blog on it's own as the story unfolds but jist of this one is there is a little Northern Saw-whet Owl coming down from the Barrie area and they were seeking people to help in the relay driving system to get the injured bird to the Foundation in Vineland, Ontario.  Luck have it my mornings are free right now due to my work schedule.  So I agreed to do my part and will pick the bird up here near our home and drive him straight to the Foundation.  I don't know much of his story but whatever it is, he needs help.

a Northern Saw-whet Owl I got to know last winter

And of course, let's wish them all the best and hope for speedy recoveries and be back in the wild again soon.

So, as I embark on this next adventure minus my co-pilot due to work schedules; I ask that perhaps you might think of stepping up a bit more with our wildlife friends.  You could donate money to any of the rehab centres in your area, donate useful items to them on their wish lists, volunteer at a centre, offering whatever time you can give, or sign up as a volunteer driver transporting injured animals or picking up items in your spare time.  It's just a thought.  I know a lot of people do help out but there's always room for more and if you have children, this can be an enriching experience for them. 

Anyways, got to get ready for the big road trip.  Have a great weekend!

Chủ Nhật, 6 tháng 10, 2013

Payback?

Last weekend we had take-out from Hong Kong Gardens down on Bloor Street.  And come Sunday night, after 2 dinners of it, with one more packed up for a lunch, we'd had our fill of the things we enjoy from this restaurant.  Green bin this, blue bin that and grey bin a couple non recyclables.  I didn't take notice to the fortune cookies that went into the garbage as well.  Even if the cookies really aren't enjoyable, I like to read my supposed fortune.  But we ended up with some left over birthday cake so that trumped the cookies by a long shot.  I already knew my fortune anyway...  get up on the exercycle this week and work off the weekend's not so healthy eating.

Well, Monday morning comes, doing this and that, household stuff and I step out front of the house for something.  What do I notice on top of the bins but what you see in the photo above.  It would appear that one of our local Raccoons sniffed out the fortune cookies at the bottom of the bin, pulled them all out and ate them on top of the bin.  I had a good chuckle at the fortunes he left on the one bin (and the fact most of the cellophane wrapping was still in the garbage bin).

I looked over all the fortunes and lightly took to the idea that the most prominent one, the one above the others, was my "fortune".  A new perspective will come with the new year.  Whatever that can mean is a mystery to me right but time may tell I suppose.  And with it comes 6 lucky numbers.  Our friend Patty suggested to me that I play those numbers for shits and giggles but I was already thinking that and I bought a 649 ticket for the coming Wednesday draw with those numbers checked off.  I go to the scan machine Thursday morning and guess what?  I won!!!!!  A whole $12!!!!!  No jackpot by any means but it was something, and a little more than what I put in for the ticket.  Plus I ended up with a pretty cool little story to share with you all.

Was it all coincidence?  Or a little something from my wildlife friends outside our house?  I leave that up to you to decide.

After note...

I was out in the backyard quite late Thursday night filling bird feeders and cleaning baths.  I left out a fresh bowl of cold water and *accidentally* spilled some peanuts nearby.  A short bit later I was joined by this fellow, happy with his own good fortune.


Thứ Tư, 15 tháng 8, 2012

Morning Stroll and...

With the brutal heat and humidity of this summer, birding has almost become a distant memory because it feels so long ago.  I know I have birded, despite the heat, but haven't seen a whole lot of anything.  Or rather, nothing that I am not seeing in my backyard for the most part.

There have been less blazing days lately and I've started to wander away from the backyard again.

Not straying too far from home because of some home projects; but you know, sometimes just knowing your own neighbourhood is a good thing and you'd be surprised what is actually around your house at times if you just stop and look.

Prime example, I found this Great Horned Owl literally in our neighbourhood.  I am talking just a little more than a stone throw away from our front door.

He/she was a wonderful surprise this past Monday.  And honestly an Owl was the last thing in my head of birds I thought I might see today.  I associate Owls with the colder months although I am well aware Great Horns and Screech Owls are about the city all year round.

I just happened to look up into a large pine tree and notice an odd "stump" on one of the branches.  Instantly I thought, "holy s**t, that's an Owl!" but argued with myself about it, debating it, until I got the bins on this object for confirmation.

I should have taken a photo without the zoom, so you could see the distance, and how well these creatures blend in with their surroundings.  I guess not that well this time since I happened to see him.

I moved around the tree, keeping a good distance back.  For one, I didn't want to stress him out; although most start to feel some stress as soon as they take notice of a person watching them which is why people really need to limit their Owl viewing to 5 minutes or so and move on.  And second, backing away from the tree gives a person a better frontal view of the bird as opposed to being under the tree and under the bird providing the bird even sticks around with your invasion of his "house".  Hey, another good reason is that he just might s**t on you.  Some say it's good luck, you'll come into money, win a lottery; trust me, I've been s**t on enough times by various birds to know that is just a myth.

Anyways, viewing the Owl from the front now, I could see he was awake.  And he wasn't calm.  Which surprised me because every other Great Horned Owl I have seen in the wild, high up in a tree, sit up there like Kings and pay little attention to us puny Humans walking about the ground below them.  But this one, he wasn't relaxed at all.  And it wasn't just with me looking at him.  Noisy children in the distance got his attention.  Some city workers maintaining the grounds with power tools nearby had him looking over that way.  Squabbling Robins in another tree was another seeming annoyance.  And of course, he would turn back and glare at me as well.

I cut my time with him even shorter than I usually spend with these creatures.  I felt bad for him.  Was he just grumpy today?  Was he a younger Owl and curious of all that was going on around him?  Maybe he just arrived on this location recently and is still checking it out, seeing if it's good grounds to live from, and adjusting to the sights and sounds around him?  Who knows?  So I took a few photos and then moved on...


Ya, he looks cranky...

As I wandered the woods, I happened to find a few Raccoons, like I almost always do wherever I go. 

This one was perhaps a little camera shy?

 I passed the Great Horn one final time as I headed for home.  Still in the same tree, just moved a little higher up.  I was still bothered by his agitated state.

As I key this, it's Wednesday now, and I went for another walk today before some errands and found him once again.  I was delighted to see him in a much more relaxed state on this fine morning.  I watched him with the bins for a moment, took this photo and immediately moved on.  He's content, and I aim to do my part to keep him that way.

Thứ Bảy, 23 tháng 7, 2011

Raccoon Family Portrait also entered in the Green Party Calendar Contest

I have also entered a second photo in the Green Party of Ontario's calendar contest. Well, actually there are 11 of my photos entered. But this one is doing very well being about 40 votes behind the Long-eared Owl photo (see my blog right below this one) and has 216 votes and just checking the Owl has 251.http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif

Approximately 93 people entered 460 or so photos in total for the calendar contest. I am hoping one of these two are in the final 12 for the 2012 edition.

I waited all Spring for this photo I got of a Raccoon family in a tree cavity and I am very happy with it. It's just not something you see everyday and if you miss them this Spring, you have to wait almost another year for another chance.

So, if you have a moment, please click here and then click on the hearts for your rating. I should add that this contest runs until July 31, 2011 and people can vote daily on any photos they want to win. Hint hint. :) Well, only if you have the time and feel this is calendar worthy.

Thanks again! I will post the results when I know.

Here's a couple others of mine that were entered with a good number of votes but nothing like the Owl and Raccoon family.

A pretty little male Eastern Bluebird I photo'd at Point Pelee National Park who has 120 votes as of today.


A pair of Barn Swallows in a mating moment with 85 votes.


A Great Blue Heron I see often near my home also has 120 votes.