A red squirrel is a small, but feisty animal, especially when chased into a snow cave by a larger squirrel.
A red squirrel is a small, but feisty animal, especially when chased into a snow cave by a larger squirrel. AL BATT/BLUFF COUNTRY READER

A neighbor said it was a good day to stay inside out of the weather. It was blustery, but the trees of the yard did what they could to offer protection from the wind.

There was a hint of skunk smell in the air. As Pepe Le Pew said, while swimming without an oxygen tank, "When you are a skunk, you learn how to hold your breath for a long time.”

Skunks aren’t true hibernators. They go into torpor. Their varied diet makes it easier for them to find food in winter when needed. Thanks to at least one being out and about, my nose experienced a fetid odor.

The feeders were being visited by a scurry of squirrels. Fox squirrels are large squirrels. Red squirrels are not. Fox squirrels are feisty, but their feistiness puts them in the amateur ranks when compared to red squirrels. There was an encounter under a feeder. It wasn’t so much a battle as it was a chase. One squirrel chased the other into a squirrel cave in the snow. The bigger animal won, but not without protest. It wasn’t long before the vanquished, the red squirrel, emerged from its snowy hole, twitched its tail and scolded the victor.

I saw raccoon tracks in the snow. The word “raccoon” was adopted into English from the native Powhatan term as used in the Virginia Colony. It was recorded on Captain John Smith’s list of Powhatan words as aroughcun and on William Strachey’s similar list as arathkone. Either way, it meant “one who rubs, scrubs and scratches with its hands.” The adaptability of raccoons has allowed them to thrive in urban areas. 

The wind acceded to my wishes. It stopped suddenly and completely. It was cold, still and quiet as I replenished the suet in a feeder. I heard an odd whooshing sound overhead. It whooshed this way and that way. I turned this way and twisted that way in order to see the cause. It was a whirling flock of birds. A graceful movement of starlings called a murmuration.

The guy from down the road

My neighbor Crandall stops by.

“How are you doing?” I ask.

“Everything is nearly copacetic. I’m a little stiff and sore. I had a free coupon to the Fitness Center for the Clueless. It’s hard to pass up something free, so I joined an exercise class there. I grunted and groaned almost as much as I sweat. Now I feel a tad tired and achy.”

“Well, you’re only as old as you feel,” I say.

“That’s not true. You’re only as old as you feel the day after your first exercise class.“ 

Echoes from Loafers’ Club

I’d hate to be in your shoes. 

What makes you say that? 

You take a size 9. I wear size 13.

The cafe chronicles

My wife and I joined good friends in dining at The Amboy Cottage Cafe ideally situated in Amboy. It's an annual tradition and they serve mighty fine fodder there. Many mugs with customers’ names on them are perched on the walls of that eatery. Frequent patrons use personalized cups for their beverages. I tried to pick out the left-handed mugs, but found it too taxing. The one that caught my eye was for Backhoe Bill. I don’t know Backhoe Bill, but I’ll bet he is someone worth knowing. 

I washed my hands well before eating. It wasn’t so much out of fear of contracting the flu or other diseases as it was out of habit. When I was a boy, we had the three-second rule. Any food dropped to the floor could still be consumed as long as it was picked up within three seconds and blown upon. The time expanded to five seconds for sugar cookies and other favored sweets. Despite this rule, I still washed my hands thoroughly before ingesting any foodstuffs.

The food at The Amboy Cottage Cafe would have been delicious whether I’d eaten it with clean hands or not. I didn’t need to apply the three-second rule even once.

Things that made me go “Hmmmm”

Growth states are calculated by the net gain of one-way U-Haul truck rentals entering a state versus those leaving that state during a year. Texas was the number one growth state for the second year in a row, followed by Florida, Arkansas, South Carolina and Tennessee. 

I jabbered away on the headset, doing my bit on the TV coverage of a basketball game in which a high school junior granddaughter, Joey, poured in her 1,500th point. I tried to remain calm and collected in my TV commentary, but I was as happy as a lottery winner who’d found the winning ticket. I wondered how many practice shots she’d taken for each time she twinkled the twine in a game.   

I love books. I love newspapers. I love to read. I stay in touch with the written word and I’ve traveled in words. I want to visit the Strand Book Store in New York City, which advertises having 18 miles of books. It carries over 2.5 million books. It sounds enchanting.

Nature notes

I walked like a penguin to avoid slipping on the ice. I leaned my torso forward so that my center of gravity was on my front leg. Walking normally splits body weight evenly over both legs, which increases the risk of losing my balance and falling.

  As I moved from ice to snow, my shoes made squeaking sounds. When temperatures are low, there is more friction between snow crystals. When I stepped on the snow, the crystals rubbed against each other and broke, making a squeaking sound. At 14 degrees and lower is when the snow becomes squeaky.

Unlike snow, mice squeak at all temperatures except for Mighty Mouse, whose real name is Mike Mouse, who sings instead. “Mister Trouble never hangs around. When he hears this Mighty sound. Here I come to save the day. That means that Mighty Mouse is on his way.”

Mighty Mouse rescues those who fall on the ice in Mouseville. Unless you live in Mouseville, please be careful in your winter walking.


  “Someone told me that I could tell the hunting habits of an owl by its eye color. True?”

The color of an owl’s eyes is a vague indicator of the time of day it prefers to hunt. It’s not an accurate indicator. I’ve read and heard often that owls with yellow eyes hunt during the day (diurnal), owls with dark eyes hunt during the night (nocturnal) and owls with orange eyes hunt at dusk or dawn (crepuscular). As an example of the exceptions to those guidelines, barred owls have dark eyes and will hunt during the day.

“What are some popular musical groups named after birds?”

This is certainly not a comprehensive list and there are some stretches, but here are a few: Black Crowes, The Byrds, Counting Crows, The Eagles, Fabulous Thunderbirds, Flock of Seagulls, The Jayhawks, The Old Crow Medicine Show, The Orioles, Charlie “Bird” Parker, The Sandpipers, Swans and The Yardbirds.

“Where do native ladybugs go in winter?”

The lady beetles overwinter under leaf litter, fallen tree bark, firewood and similar locations. Extremely cold temperatures, temperature fluctuations and the snow cover depth can impact their survival. The legend is that the name "ladybug" was coined by European farmers who prayed to the Virgin Mary when pests were eating their crops. After ladybugs wiped out the invading pests, the farmers named them "beetle of Our Lady." This was eventually shortened to “lady beetle" or "ladybug." The problem with this legend is the insect is called a ladybird beetle in the U.K. It’s more likely to have been named because of its seven spots, which were believed to symbolize the seven sorrows of the Virgin Mary. The familiar children’s rhyme “Ladybug ladybug (ladybird, ladybird), fly away home. Your house is on fire, your children do roam,” referenced the burning of hop vines in England following harvests that cleared fields, but also killed ladybird beetles.

Meeting adjourned

“Today I bent the truth to be kind, and I have no regret, for I am far surer of what is kind than I am of what is true.” — Robert Brault

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"It seems to me that the natural world is the greatest source of excitement; the greatest source of visual beauty, the greatest source of intellectual interest. It is the greatest source of so much in life that makes life worth living." —David Attenborough

“If you cannot do great things, do small things in a great way.” — Napoleon Hill


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