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July 28, 2006

Peek-a-boo!

Bombs away

During the heat-wave last weekend, I removed the cover on our front room ceiling hatch. As a historical note about the boat, this hatch was apparently installed in order to put in a retractable ladder to the upper deck (for reasons lost to the mists of time...) but was since covered over with a lid. I discovered the lid was still mobile, so we pulled it off to help vent the hot air. This worked well for about three days, but then Jasper discovered that he could make the jump from the kitchen table out the hatch, so the cover is back on until I investigate some proper sunroof options.

Quickly! Call Saint George!

Dragonfly

We've had an impressive amount of wildlife on the docks, considering how disturbed the natural layout of the lake is. As mentioned previously there's now a bald eagle in the neighborhood, who is apparently hunting the coho salmon which are running right now. There was a two-foot salmon dead in the marina yesterday, and where there's one we're sure to smell more in the next few days. There are also lots of small samon fry in the marina, swimming around in small schools between the boats.

There have also been a clutch of eight baby mallards that have frequented the marina for the past month, growing rapidly and making quite the ruckus whenever they get separated. They're almost as large as their mother now, and likely to be off fledgling in the next few weeks.

The garden has attracted the usual suspects - bees, aphids (argh!), ladybugs, and ants, but it has also drawn some big, beautiful painted-wing dragonflies and their smaller plain-winged cousins (as pictured above.) They're tough to get a good picture of because they're almost always flitting to-and-fro, resting on plants for just a moment before continuing onward.

The glut of big, beautiful blooms is nearly at its end, but the tomatoes, sunflowers, and wildflowers will continue to draw some wildlife as summer progresses. If any eagles catch fish which caught dragonflies which ate aphids in the marina, we'll be sure to let you know.

July 19, 2006

Time to hide the cats

There I was this evening, on the top deck grilling some bean burgers and I notice an unusually large crow drifting overhead... with a white head and tail.

Right, that's a mature bald eagle, cruising directly over our little marina in the middle of a huge city. It made a few lazy turns around the parking lot out front, then continued gliding toward downtown, doing more loops over the south portion of Lake Union before turning back north, passing directly overhead yet again (by this time I had the binoculars out to get a good view), then cruised north and out of sight toward Fremont.

It turns out this isn't the bird's first trip through the marina, either. Our neighbor saw it last weekend being chased by crows while carrying a very large fish, which it proceeded to drop back into the water, not more than fifty feet from our boats.

I'll try to get a picture if it comes by again, but I suspect it's going to turn out like one of those "polar bear in a white-out" images.

July 5, 2006

Ferocious

Ferocious

April 24, 2006

Goose, goose...

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Uh oh...

November 3, 2005

Swimming Lessons

Nevadelia Lotus Blossom went in the lake. I mean, she went IN. I imagine she landed on all fours, as cats are supposed to, but I wasn't there to see it. I was washing dishes when Steve came home and said, "Do you realize that your cat is a drowned rat?" I had no idea what he was talking about so I ran outside, and there on the dock, leaving a cat-shaped puddle everywhere she went, was Delia. She looked like... well, a drowned rat. She's long-haired, and her fluffy plush coat was flat against her and dark. Steve thought she was another cat until she started meowing her head off at him as he came down the dock.

Lickety split...

I think what may have happened is that she was out on the dock box, where she's not supposed to be (and she knows it), and when she went to jump back onto the boat, it had moved since she last left it, as boats in water tend to do. And belly flop. I feel so terrible about this, but since she's okay, I don't feel quite as bad. I dried her off and it took her three or four days to recover, but we knew it would have to happen eventually. She tried to dry herself off, but fell asleep partially wet so her fur the next day was stuck to her in weird shapes. I can guarantee you she won't be visiting the dock box again. She must have braced herself in the corner of the slip, where there's a little ledge, and pulled herself out of the lake. Cats can swim. It's just a matter of how long they can swim for. Well, Delia survived her first swimming lesson and she won't have another.

July 6, 2005

duck, duck...

A flotilla of Canada geese patrols these waters. Cruising in fleets of five and seven, they glide eerily between boats, painted faces perfect and alert. They'll appear silently, all together, and hover, watching your every move, soundless. Nevadelia Lotus Blossom sits atop her kitty condo, puffed up and riveted on their every move. She licks her lips, pressing paws against the glass. Fascinated. She drools slightly, eyes wide, like she's planning a buffet. She thinks she's much bigger than she is; just one of these geese could snatch her up as an appetizer.

geese

geese

geese