Mar 4
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ᵀᶦⁿʸ ᶠᵒˣ ᶠᵒᵘⁿ ᵇᶦᵍ ᵈᵒˡˡʰᵒᵘˢᵉ
Found this yellow rumped warbler on my college campus, right by a bank of windows that it likely flew into.
According to my subsequent research, they are of the myrtle subspecies of yellow rumped warbler and are probably within one year or less of hatching, depending on sex.
I gave this unfortunate little one to my biology professor, who holds appropriate state and federal permits for salvage of species protected by the mbta.
My hand for size reference.
Partial raccoon skeleton found earlier this month. All of it fit in my pockets. Yay for cargo shorts.
A new dead! This unfortunate little friend is the second individual of this species that I have found dead. I have yet to id them but my money is on either rough or smooth green snake.
Wish me luck
I originally stuck Sweet Potato in a shallow grave in my backyard and piled some scrap wood on top to discourage large scavengers. Unfortunately, my dad is being bothered by the wholesome stench of rot, the silly man, and is making me dig them up and bury them somewhere else. So tomorrow I get to find a better grave site in our tiny suburban yard and exhume a rotting turtle corpse. Yay.
So I smelled something rotten across four lanes of traffic, and lo and behold there was a very deceased snapping turtle. Their name is now sweet potato because I kept mentally substituting that for snapping turtle. No pictures because gross mess of nearly unrecognizable putrifing meat and crushed bone.
The capelet walked and now I'm really disproportionately upset.
Uhhh I've been torn about buying this coat from the thrift store. On one hand, I'd love to add the gorgeous (probably) beaver fur of the collar to my collection, while on the other hand, it'd be a shame to destroy a vintage coat in such nice condition. I don't want (or particularly like) the coat itself, but it seems to be too good quality to destroy. However, a fur capelet with a bit of damage came out on the floor today, and if it hasn't walked by the time I come in next, it'll be coming home with me.