I SAW A NEW MAMMAL YESTERDAY
Yes, it’s worth yelling about.
And now I want to rant for such a long time, but I won’t. It has a white guy’s name.
I saw a townsend’s vole. And you know what else!? I saw it for perhaps 1.5 seconds as it ran from the water’s edge to the cover of the rushes and IDENTIFIED IT AS A VOLE RIGHT AWAY. No hesitation. Just THAT’S A VOLE at the top of my lungs. Despite the fact it was about twice as big as any I’ve ever seen in life…
Do you know how often I get to see a new mammal? Last time was the bobcat and that was the November before the November before the pandemic.
The critter was EXACTLY as I remembered it when I looked it up less than two hours later. Only difference was it had been tooling around in grey green mud so he was a little closer to the grey green end of the spectrum, not a wholesome plump brown like the illos.
No masks. Paul still wanders WAY TOO CLOSE to people, that man’s going to get himself a faceful of virus one of these days. I try to keep 6 feet, outdoors or no.
Also yesterday I made Paul sit through all the work I’ve done to get a bird list with calls together for us for when we go through Deer Lake Park. We ate Mike M’s chowder, which he dropped off Sunday night and how good it was to see him.
Continued writing, about 500 words yesterday and the same this morning so far.
Buried in ants in the kitchen. Something must be done.
