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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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.

So Long Sammy

Hey It’s Jet Here.

Mom learned some sad news this week.  My good friend and neighbor, Samson, the Goldendoodle, officially moved to Sedona, Arizona.  We patiently waited for Sam to return with my human friend, Miss Denise, to introduce all of you to our last pack member.  We waited, and waited, and waited, each time finding out from Miss Denise that Sam would return in a little while.

Sam loved my sister, Koko.  He loved her so much he virtually ignored me when we had play dates in his yard.  Oh sure, the three of us played the chase game at first, circling the clump of plants with a tree in the middle and then racing down the straightaway for about five minutes and then poof, I became invisible.  Mom and Miss Denise laughed and said that Koko must have emitted her “Cougar” pheromones, since she was his senior by about 4 – 5 dog years.

Mom encouraged Miss Denise to join the pet therapy program at Miami Childrens Hospital, which she did.  Sam soared in his therapy dog role and the children enjoyed learning that Sam and Koko were boyfriend/girlfriend!  Sam left for Arizona shortly before Koko fell ill and crossed the Rainbow Bridge.  I looked forward to introducing Sam to JJ and wondered if he would feel the same way about her as he did about Koko.

Since Sam’s yard backed up on Dixie’s yard, sometimes, Miss Mary Ann would pass Dixie over the fence to join the party, while she chatted with Miss Denise and Mom.  On an excellent day, Miss Beverly would hear all the hoopla and bring Neve over.  Miss Beverly lives next door to the right of Miss Denise.  On those special days, we created our own dog park!

With heavy hearts, we wish Sam a great life hiking the trails, chasing the herd (we learned that he hangs out on some kind of ranch at times) and loving everyone he meets.

Another great, but, slightly sad inside, day.