Flying Family Fun

Flsquirrel Hey, Tim Jones, here. I have said before that our family has a thing for aviation, but this post isn’t about that kind of flying. This post concerns the flying squirrel, at left.

A little background; We have animals. As of this past Christmas, we have a domestic mammal to human ratio of exactly 1:1. Living with, and sponging off the four of us, we have 2 cats and 2 dogs. The dogs don’t really come into this story.

Our latest arrival is my daughter’s prim, slender and graceful grey tabby. Being new, she has been kept mostly inside. Our other cat, Ozzie (named for the character Ozymandias, of the Tripods trilogy) is an outdoor veteran, and comes and goes as he pleases. He’s also huge. This Maine Coon cat has actually been mistaken for a real racoon on more than one occasion. One thing I like about him is that he doesn’t seem to need us, but hangs around, anyway. I figure he must like us.

He likes us so much, in fact, that he sometimes brings us "presents". He most often leaves these presents on the front doorstep, and they are most often dead.

Most often.

Occasionally, they are "only mostly dead", and rarely (when he wants something to play with, I guess) Ozzie brings us an animal that is apparently not even injured. Not even a little. This has led to a few memorable episodes, one of which involved a huge field rat, a pair of weenie tongs, and a Big Gulp cup.

This last week, Ozzie brought us, at 5:00 in the morning, the above pictured living, healthy flying squirrel, in full vigor. He promptly let it loose. Now, flying squirrels are really cute, as well as fast, and they are jumpy. I’m just here to say, that unless your whole family have chased a flying squirrel aound the house in your pajamas, you have just never had any fun. We were all nearly in tears of laughter by the time the little dickens was succesfully captured (first we had to hustle our domestic furries into various bedrooms, in order to prevent them tearing Francis to bits… that’s what we named it – a fine unisex name, could be "Francis" or "Frances", and, you know, invoking a saint in these situations can never hurt).

The whole point, of course, was to capture Francis without injury. In the end, I managed to pop a Tupperware tub over him, and shortly we all gathered outside in the dark to watch him scamper off. I couldn’t help but think that it was a lot like an alien abduction story, and wondered if he had a family to whom he would have to explain the whole episode. I expect that coming in with the strong scent of cat on your fur would be a little unusual in squirrel society.

Anyway, the operation was successful. We rescued from a grisly end a creature of a species we were not even aware lived in the neighborhood. I always thought flying squirrels were kind of exotic. It turns out they are pretty common, but rarely seen, because they are nocturnal. Nocturnal animals are cool.

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Heavy Weather

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Just a quick post to show this hailstone my son (the amateur meteorologist) found in our yard Sunday night. It was one of several that he grabbed and put into the freezer. They were the size of plums and made quite a racket when they began to hit the roof. I’ll be checking the whole exterior of the house for damage later today, as well as the cars. I’m hopeful that my old SUV is damaged enough for a new paint job (heh-heh. I’ve found that the key to never being fearful about having your car stolen is to never own one worth stealing. I never lock the thing.).

This particular hailstone happened to split when it impacted, revealing the layers that it built up while falling from 30,000+ feet.

We were lucky. The Doppler radar showed the storm (with several tornados) tracking directly toward our neighborhood. We went down into the basement, lit candles when the power failed, and sat there, listening. Nothing much except for the pummeling from the hail. It passed pretty quickly.

A little later (just before midnight) I headed into town for my weekly hour of adoration. Everything was normal until I nearly hit a tree that had fallen into the road. Then I saw where a number of people had gathered at a local church that had been struck by the twister. It was still standing, but obviously damaged (no one was injured).

A good deal of destruction in our area. I will try to send a few more pics later, if I can get them without being obnoxious or a road hazard.

All together, an interesting night. A little too interesting for our daughter. She was not amused at all, at all.

Today’s forecast; bright and sunny.

The Green Hills Of Earth

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This here is a set of hills by a rest stop on Hwy 46 between Lost Hills and Paso Robles, California.

I took the picture Wednesday while travelling to my relative’s wedding in Pacific Grove. My camera phone really can’t do justice to it (I’m assuming that in a few years we’ll have camera phones that take really stunning photos), but it was a marvel of natural beauty. The hills in this area are free of trees and rocks and almost totally free of bushes, weeds, flowers, and anything other than grass.

They have a gently curved shape that can only be produced by wind erosion on dirt (as opposed to rock). In fact, there are high wind warning signs all along the highways in this area.

The hills are larger than the photo makes them look. That’s a telephone pole in the foreground, but it’s quite a distance in front of the hills. There’s some kind of a building farther in the background, and the hills themselves are huge.

I’d love to have clumb up them if I wasn’t on a way to a wedding.

Absolutely gorgeous to behold.

Incidentially, I’m going to be posting more pictures from life soon.