Dinner is served

I mentioned on Wednesday that the day before the dogs and I found a dead armadillo in the road near our driveway, and that later in the day a vulture was chowing down. Wednesday as Leah and I down the driveway for our regular lunch of huevos rancheros and a visit to the grocery store, we found a wake* of vultures feeding on that lone, little armadillo carcass.

They startled at our approach, so I slowed down. A few had flown, thereby becoming a kettle*, but most stayed near the dinner table.

I count at least 15, although I am pretty sure there were more

* “Wake” may or may not be a legitimate term for a group of vultures feeding on the ground. Likewise, kettle may or may not be a real term for a group of vultures in flight. I suspect that most scientists who deal with birds don’t use these terms; I’m pretty sure they would refer to a group of birds on the ground or in flight as a flock.

Seen on the street

We see a lot of stuff right at the bottom of our driveway. Lately the muscadines have been falling from the vines by the dozens. There’s a very productive vine right across the street from our driveway. Sam likes them.

There seems to be pretty general agreement that grapes are potentially bad for dogs, so I try to keep him from eating them. He’s quick with the grapes, though.

Tuesday as we walked down the drive for the dogs’ morning constitutional, the three of us (Zeke, Sam and me) saw a fairly large object a few yards up the street from the driveway. I identified it as an armadillo almost immediately; there really isn’t anything else that looks like an armadillo around here. It wasn’t moving, but I couldn’t tell whether it was alive or dead. The dogs lunged and barked, so we turned around.

When we went for our longer walk, I decided to let them sniff it out.

It was definitely recently deceased, but it didn’t have any obvious injuries. It had probably been hit by a car, maybe a glancing blow. The dogs lost interest pretty quickly.

Later in the day it was on the side of the road and had become dinner for a vulture.

Some clouds on a Friday

As Leah and I were driving home on Friday, Aug 17, I noticed something unusual in the clouds. I stopped and took a photo through the windshield with my phone (as usual).

When I first saw this photo, I thought I had somehow missed the unusual feature in the clouds. But I didn’t; it’s there, but not obvious. I doubt that you can spot what I noticed. Here’s the photo cropped to emphasize the particular feature I noticed.

The clouds look like someone has smudged them upwards. I would have thought nothing of it if the streaked edge of the cloud had been on the bottom. I would have assumed that it was virga. But virga doesn’t fall up. I’m not positive what this is, but I think it must be shadows cast by a cloud on other clouds. The sun was setting in the general direction of the clouds, and it was lower than the clouds, so the sun’s position is at least consistent with that interpretation.

What appear to be glints in the cloud (or maybe eyes) are probably bugs that have been swiped by the windshield wipers. A good reason not to take photos through a windshield.

These images demonstrate how different our perception is when we see a scene in real life, compared to when we see the same scene as a photographic image. For some reason, I had to search the photo to find the feature that immediately caught my eye when I saw it in person.

A visitor

I had just taken Zeke down the driveway for a little constitutional before Leah and I left for our regular Wednesday lunch (huevos rancheros, sauves, por favor) and grocery stove visit. We got into the car and started down the drive, and then we saw this.

I wondered where the stick had come from, since there aren’t any trees right there to drop a limb and it wasn’t there when I had just gone by there. Then we got a little closer, and I said, “Whoa, look at that!”

It was a rattle snake, and a good sized one. I got out of the car with my phone to take a better shot.

I didn’t get very close, maybe eight feet. The snake wasn’t coiled, so I doubted that it could strike very far, but I didn’t want to disturb it, and I especially didn’t want to risk a bite. I got back into the car and drove slowly past. It still didn’t move.

What a beautiful creature. It’s holding its rattlers up, but not making any sound.

I have mentioned snakes before, and as I have said, I don’t see venomous snakes around the house. Or I didn’t. This confirmed that they are, indeed, in our yard. From now on I’m going to be a little more careful when I go traipsing blissfully unaware through the tall grass.

Dog discipline

Dogs use their mouths for a lot of things — eating, drinking, cooling themselves, vocalizing, defending themselves, killing prey. They also use their mouths for discipline. Mama dogs move their pups around by picking them up with their mouths, and if a pup is doing something mama doesn’t like, mama will apply a little mouth discipline to straighten things out.

My own dogs have used mouth discipline. Once years ago I had to leave my dog Jesse with my parents when I was traveling. They fed her outside. A little neighbor girl had come over, as the neighborhood kids often did, and got a little too close to Jesse while she was eating. Jesse was not food aggressive around us, but apparently she didn’t want a stranger fiddling with her food. The report to me was that she had bitten the little girl in the face. Although I didn’t see what actually happened, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a bite. A dog will open its mouth, bare its teeth, and push its mouth towards another dog as a form of warning. They don’t close their jaws on the other dog, so to me it’s not actually a bite. I think that’s what happened with the little girl. Jesse pushed her fangs towards the girl and, unfortunately, made contact. It’s a distinction I wouldn’t expect a parent to make, but it’s a significant distinction to me. The little girl bled some, but was fine in the end. I think she even visited Jesse again after that.

On another occasion, Hugo, one of my doberman pinschers, and I were visiting a friend who had a mean and nasty dalmation. Hugo was interested in playing, but the dalmation only wanted to bite. The other dog kept biting and biting; Hugo kept trying to play. Eventually, Hugo had enough. He clamped down on the dalmation’s muzzle and held him for a few seconds. Then he let him go and tried to resume playing. Hugo couldn’t have said “Stop that!” any more clearly if he had said the actual words. It was just like a parent calming a rowdy child, only human parents don’t often use their teeth for that. In this case, the dalmation ended up with some small scars on its muzzle. He didn’t have any interest in playing or biting after that.

As I have said before, Zeke and Sam are best friends. They lie together at night and Sam follows Zeke around everywhere. On almost every walk, they roughhouse and play-fight. Sam is young and rambunctious; he dances around and dives in to bite Zeke on the cheek or back leg, his favorite target. Zeke generally just bites Sam on the neck. When they’re done, I don’t like to touch their heads because they are both usually wet with slobber. Even with all of that, there is usually no problem. Occasionally, however, Sam gets a little too rough. When that happens, Zeke yelps and runs after him. A few days ago Sam must have hurt Zeke more than the occasional hard bite. Zeke yelped, as usual, chased Sam, as usual, then pinned him to the pavement and held Sam’s muzzle in his jaws. That wasn’t usual. In this case, Zeke didn’t bite, and Sam didn’t get any scars. But Zeke’s meaning was clear.

Zeke held Sam for about three seconds, them let him go. They resumed their play almost immediately.