Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Snake on the walk and a lazy hawk

We had two critter visitors today.
First, this little garter snake was sunning on our front walk.


And later, a lazy chicken (oh!) hawk perched for a while in our river birch.


Can you see him? Here's a close-up.


After a rather warm November day, the wind is rising and the temperature is falling, so we are gearing up for a cool Thanksgiving eve.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Crabtree Plantation

This circa 1795 house belonged to the Jones family and is about half a mile on the other side of Crabtree Creek from us.
Its builder was Nathaniel "Crabtree" Jones, so named to differentiate him from another Nathaniel Jones who lived near Cary. After his death, his son Kimbrough lived in the house. During the Civil War, it was the site of Confederate Camp Crabtree. Here is Kimbrough's biography from a 1907 volume of The North Carolina Booklet.
In the early 1900s, descendant Bryan Kimbrough Jones attended N. C. State. He is buried in Oakwood Cemetery in Raleigh.
 These drawings were completed in the 1960s..
You can see all the images at the North Carolina State University library website, The Built Heritage of North Carolina.

The description of the images states, "The delineator indicates that the estate's heirs wanted the site to be used for the construction of apartments. The home is presumed to have been demolished."
Thank goodness that is not the case.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Even More Dead Critters

Lame tigers killed by rabid wolves near Crabtree Creek earlier tonight.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Fall on the Greenway

This afternoon, we took a ride  along the greenway on our bikes. We stopped to take a picture of the old Raleigh and Gaston Railroad trestle crossing Crabtree Creek near Atlantic Avenue  and  Hodges Street.
Here's a short video, showing the water pouring over the little dam. I'm not sure why this dam is where it is under the trestle, but I'll see if I can find out.



It was a cool, clear, crisp autumn day, perfect for enjoying the fall colors.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Possum Patrol

Annabelle got a little anxious in the house earlier tonight. We turned her out and, as she was bounding up the hill towards the chicken coop, we saw  something heading up a tree. We went out with a flashlight and encountered this fellow clinging to the trunk.
We've seen him a few  times in the backyard hanging out under the bird feeders. I suspect he's been snacking on bird seed and the lettuce, apples, and tomatoes we give to the chickens. I don't think he's after the chickens. I don't think he has enough motivation or speed to try to take them on. So . . . as long as he leaves the chickens alone, he's welcome to hang out in the yard.

Monday, November 7, 2011

More dead critters...

Lots of goats killed near Crabtree Creek over the weekend. Rabid wolves suspected.

Cheater critters never  win!

Friday, November 4, 2011

Annabelle

Annabelle is our sweet dog critter.  We found her at the SPCA and, because she was lying calmly while her roommate was leaping three feet off the floor and barking wildly, we thought she might be a good, laid back companion.

One of the first things we noticed is that, although she likes to lick you, she does not bark.  Not at people, other dogs, cats, squirrels, chickens, or children.  When we take her to the dog park, she just floats around, sometimes joining in with a group of dogs, sometimes exploring the smells, often just being aloof and in her own world.

She's not always very lady-like:


Also, she gets stressed out when left alone and can be destructive.  We've lost shoes, gloves, chocolate, dog food, cat food, etc. We have a very complex ritual of distracting her with a treat ball before we leave, putting her in the bedroom with our foster dog - Eudy - turning off the lights, and leaving the noise maker running.

She is, however, a very, very sweet dog, and we have no concerns with her behavior around people, especially children, or other animals.  Ivan, our pest of a cat (who needs his own blog post), likes to rub all up around her and she tolerates it very sweetly.

Here's a pic where Ivan has just wandered off. Pardon the cat butt.
Eudy, our foster dog, LOVES Annabelle.  They play pretty well together, despite some misunderstandings over toys and food.  When she's lying on the floor, he comes up and snuggles in beside her, just like a little tugboat to the big ship.  Sometimes she tolerates it; other times you can almost see her groaning inside, and then she gets up and moves somewhere else.


That floor damage is actually NOT critter-related.

 
We are very lucky to have such a sweet, good-tempered little lady.