Adventures in camera trapping and zoology, with frequent flashbacks and blarney of questionable relevance.
Friday, December 29, 2006
Stumped by birds
I was stumped.
Ever since ringtail exposed herself, I've been angling for more pictures of that trim body, and especially a few shots showing the full length of that gloriously fluffy banded tail. Getting more pictures of that little charmer meant I had to outsmart the fox. Ringtail had stayed away ever since Br'er fox showed up. He had become a camera hog. I mean, 70 pictures a night is a bit much.
My ploy was to place the bait out of the fox's reach, because ringtails are good climbers. As you have seen ("Br'er fox can climb"), a four foot snag was no contest for the fox. So the next night I draped the goodies--chicken neck and liver--on the log's tallest snag, thinking that six feet might be out of reach. I staked the cam 6 feet away and set it for a vertical frame or "portrait".
The next day the bait was gone and I chuckled "Got it"! I switched the camera to VIEW, and got the blue screen with that disappointing message: "No file in the folder"--technotalk for "no pictures". Time for analysis. The sensor must be out of kilter, I thought, and it must be related to the camera's vertical position. Ringtail could also be eluding the sensor by climbing up the back of the snag. I turned on the control board, did the "walk test", and re-adjusted the camera's position.
The next day--same message, no pics. Then it dawned on me. The bait thieves are coming during the day, dummy! I changed the dip switch from "Night" to "24 hour" pictures.
On the third day, the bait was gone, but the cam had captured the images of thieving ravens. I had been stumped by birds.
There were three ravens sat in a tree
Down a down hey down hey down.
They were as black as black can be
With a down
And one of them said to his mate
O where shall we our breakfast take
with a down derry derry derry down down
O down in yonder bramble wood
Down a down hey down hey down
There is a man who's done us good
with a down
Each day he ambles down the trail
his mind is gone, but he's not yet frail
with a down derry derry derry down down
For reasons only known to him
Down a down hey down hey down
He dangles chicken on the limb
with a down
It's such good luck that such lost souls
stuff well-cured mice in wooden holes
with a down derry derry derry down down
He must have gone to graduate school
Down a down hey down hey down
Its only there they make such fools
With a down
Thank God he ignored the honeydo list
Or this fine meal we would have missed
WITH A DOWN DERRY DERRY DERRY DOWN DOWN
[Okay, okay--I hacked it badly--but it's easier to mangle an old ballad than write it from scratch.]
No comments:
Post a Comment