Scientific Mischief

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Sorry we’re a late posting today, we had an extended morning snooze.  I’m still whimpering a bit over my tail situation and kerplopping a lot during our constitutionals.

annual bird countMom mentioned that she listened to NPR on Friday afternoon while waiting on line at the bank to make her biscuit money deposit.  Mr. Ira discussed the Annual Bird Count.

Little Miss Bird Dog and I discussed the issue overnight and on Saturday morning, we decided we might like to participate.  Remember my Avian Avalanche post?  We certainly have many varieties to tabulate.  And… as Jet – Scooby Doo Academy Ornithologist (VBP – vocab builder project) in Training, this would be a perfect independent project.

JJ and I sat right on the edge of the garage floor/driveway as I sniffed the unusually cold air, around 48 degrees.  I think my Cone of Courage elevated my upwind sniffing abilities.

human tangled in dog leashDuring this air sniffing procedure, I saw a big black bird with a large wingspan circling the sky on the wind currents.  We’re not sure what species, however, his movements excited Little Miss Bird Dog and I.  We contemplated communications; however, Mom anticipated our idea and gave us each a quick tug, so we did not wake the neighbors.

We did do the boa leash maneuver around Mom, giving us time to count a flock of passing egrets on our toes.  The squawky parrots cruised by next, in a 5-3-5 flight pattern.  JJ and I ran out of toes and decided to use fur strands to count.

8Of course, as if telepathic, arrogant ol’ Winchester paraded himself onto our path.  How could we help but do our job?  We barked our heads off!  Mischief you say?  Just because it was a holiday weekend and 6:30 a.m.?  Pshaw… it was all in the name of science!

Another great ornithological contributory day!

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Mischief Monday: We Thought We Saw A Poody Cat!

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Last Tuesday night, Mom took JJ out for last potty around 11:30 p.m.  I, meteorologist extraordinaire, deduced a disturbance somewhere in the county which prohibited my attendance with the ladies.  Usually, JJ quickly does her last potty somewhere on the front lawn, the ladies 180 it back into the garage and that’s that.

Instead, JJ did her Little Miss Watch Me Point, Set, and Contemplate Retrieving like a textbook Irish Setter who has trained for years.  Startled and curious, Mom pointed and set herself right beside JJ to see what caught her attention.  Standing beneath Mr. Gil’s flood light directly across the street, in linear silhouette was a… feline?

Fox in author Dave Barry’s home. (about 10 min. from us!)

Except… Mom whispered to JJ that felines do not have pointy noses and bushy tails.  Huh? Mom’s lived at Casa Jet for 20 years and never saw a critter like, like what? A fox?  We live in suburbia!   Mom asked JJ if we have foxes in the Tropics.  JJ, too focused on said “fox”, neglected to answer.  They stood still for a good 5-10 minutes, until the fox must have smelled them, because it ran/scampered across the street to Miss Denise’s backyard.  As it scampered, Mom tried to get a better visual thinking her eyes were playing tricks on her.  The creature made interesting, non-feline sounds along the way.

The next day, Mom asked Miss Mary at work if we have foxes here.  She wasn’t sure. Mom asked Miss Mary Ann, Miss Beverly and finally on Wednesday evening, my Madrina (Godmother in Spanish), said yes we do.  She had a family of foxes at the house she just moved from.  Mom then hit the internet.

Apparently, Florida hosts primarily two varieties: the red fox and the grey fox.

Mom thinks the one they saw resembled the grey fox photo; except more petite… a kit perhaps?

Since Miss Mary Ann always names creatures creatively, we’re going to request a name for our new neighbor tomorrow.

Another great, foxy mischief day.

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Avian Avalanche

Hey It’s Jet Here.

When Mom grew up in Northern New Jersey, the birds that most commonly crossed her path had names like: sparrows, blue jays, cardinals, orioles and robins.  Cute specimens with brown, blue, red, black and gold, brown and red feathers, these birds measured about one to two adult female fists side by side.

Flip the calendar a couple decades and Mom finds herself living in the tropics.  She becomes more mindful of her neighborhood species first as a result of taking baby Rachel around in her stroller, then while walking Koko, (may she be frolicking over the Rainbow Bridge), then Koko and me, then me, and now JJ and me.

As Mom named some of our local avian varieties aloud this morning, she noted that wingspans ranges from cute to mini-pterodactyl!  Here goes:

The morning whisper-quiet whir of the ibis fly-by and lawn landing.

The cacophony of squawking/chirping green parrots at sunset.

A solitary great blue heron taking flight.

The vibrant macaw high in the sky.  (We are pleased and relieved to share that after quite some time of only seeing one (they mate for life), we’ve seen our couple reunited this week.)

The repetitive pecking from the red headed woodpecker on our telephone poles.

The circling turkey vultures, notifying us that a creature has crossed the Rainbow Bridge.

Chatty crows flying in large flocks, then settling on yards to feast.

Evidence of golden eagles via their huge nests resting on telephone poles.

Screech owls justifying their name with their calls.

And of course, our arrogant uh, I mean handsome peacock, who Miss Mary Ann named Winchester, after the character from the TV show M*A*S*H.

Another great, bird watching, day.

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Mischief Monday: You Can’t Tell Me Where to Go!

Hey It’s Jet Here.

A few weeks ago, during an evening constitutional with Miss Beverly and Neve, I found a particularly good smelling area with:

  • a jasmine tree, (Mom intensely dislikes the fragrance from this  tree, however, I find the aroma intoxicating!)
  • some elephant something or others (Mom cannot recall the plant name, just the elephant part!),
  • heliconias,
  • and some other tropical jungle looking stuff!  Of course, I wanted to make sure they knew “Jet was there” and emptied my tank a little.

Little Miss Goody Four Paws remained on Mom’s left side and listened to the ladies’ conversation.  All of a sudden, Neve located this bossy guy who tried to tell us which way to go.  She barked and checked him out.  When he didn’t talk back, she folded back into the pack and we continued on.

Another great, evening constitutional, day.

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Don’t Mention the “H” Word, PLEASE!

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Mostly, I’m a guy who lives in the moment, not worried about the calendar. I divide the year into seasons with booms and streaky lights and extra great seasons without booms and streaky lights.

Here in the tropics, the humans mark their calendars on June 1 because that begins the … gulp… should I say it?… picture me putting paws over my eyes and ears… HURRICANE SEASON. They make sure they have this thingie called a Hurricane box or a spot in their living location with extra:

  • Water
  • Canned goods
  • Candles
  • Batteries
  • Flashlights
  • Medicine
  • Pet supplies
  • Canisters of propane for the outside grill if appropriate
  • Generators – (if you’re lucky)
  • Access to your old land line phone
  • Gas in your car
  • Wood, WD40, Hurricane shutters – whatever is appropriate for your living situation.
  • Gasoline for your chainsaw (if you have one… we do not, picture Mom with a chainsaw… yikes!)

They name these Hurricane thingies using human names. Personally, I think that idea is kind of silly because then, if it’s a super bad storm, everyone has a bad feeling about a human carrying the same name. The only upside of living in a targeted Hurricane zone is that we get notice.

They say four legged creatures feel the change coming before the humans. So far, I’ve been lucky, no Huh-Huh-Hurricanes have hit my area since living with Mom. As many readers know, I suffer during typical thunder storms, so, I cannot even bear to think about the “H” kind. I think I’ll let Mom do all that preparation stuff and stay in the moment… Jet? Yes Mom? May I write something? Sure Mom. Thanks Jetty.

I make sure that I have a few extra special chewy treats (like bigger than normal bones, hooves, antlers) , homeopathic storm medicine, Benedryl for desperate measures, the pheromone spray, the Thundershirt, and anything else I can think of to help Jet and now JJ pass the storm and subsequent craziness the best way possible in the situation. What else can you do?

Another great, hopefully easy “H” season.

Nooks and Crannies

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Last night, our evening constitutional was late and abbreviated.  Mom returned from her UMiami vegan gluten free baking class about an hour before our customary “before bed empty the tank” walk.  She wanted to exit right; however, I thought an exit left suited us better.

We followed the exit left small square route, which passes by my two favorite banyan trees I’ve mentioned before.  I usually investigate the first one, which last night became the second one with the exit left approach.

In the floodlight from the gated house, my tree felt more intriguing than usual. (Mom took pictures this morning so you could see better.) Even though Mom preferred not to dawdle, she noted my curiosity and asked me if I wanted to “jump it?”

My favorite nook did not call to me at first; something pulled me on the opposite side.  Two spots required intense inquiry on the sidewalk side.  I put my nose so far into a cranny that Mom said, “Jetty, be careful, something may surprise you and grab your nose!”  Silly Mom, grab my nose!

Just for emphasis, I used my right front paw as a mini excavator; just like you humans use your right hand to clear out debris from a cranny.  Continuing on to my favorite spot, I briefly jumped up, not discovering anything new.  Two more passes to the four spots of the evening occurred before Mom and JJ insisted we must move along.  They both encourage my love of detecting and investigation.

I shall write about my findings in my Scooby Doo Academy Nature journal.

Another great nook and cranny day.

P.S. Happy Birthday to my special Nana.

The Shaving Brush Tree

Hey It’s Jet Here.

This past week, one of my new blogging buddies, Bongo, wrote a post about an Indian Paint Brush Tree. Ok, we just tried to find the comment about the Indian Paint Brush Tree on Bongo’s blog and now we can’t.  Maybe it was our friend Rumpy??? Well anyway… we mentioned in our response that we have Shaving Brush Trees here in South Florida; one is hot pink and one is white.  Mom thought the tree died the first time she saw the leaves on the ground and the branches bare.  Now that she’s seen twenty life cycles of the tree, she knows that soon after the leaves fall, the shaving brushes appear!

Today, we passed the pink one in the neighborhood on the way back from walking around this thing called a golf course with Miss Marcia.  You know how JJ and I love to ride in the car with the windows down, especially at 7:15 a.m.!  Mom pulled over and hoped for the best because she dropped her phone at the end of our walk and this button thingie wasn’t working correctly.

Mom took one shaving brush home since today was Spa Day.  Rachel and our BFF, Ruby, helped me “shave” like the manly man I am…

And help JJ “shave” her legs!

Another great shaving day.