One Girl-child, an injured baby squirrel, and a rehabber who couldn’t take him until morning adds up to one memorable night.
I am writing this from my doctor’s office. I am getting my meds adjusted. Hopefully in a couple of weeks, this rough patch will pass. I am keeping my frog consumption realistic, but I am still going to work on some small things. One tiny step forward. I’ve got this.
what’s on the menu for you today?
I decided not to make resolutions this year, mostly because it’s too hard to spell. I made goals instead. It’s a tip I picked up from a co-worker. She is so wise! A resolution can die a sad death within seconds of the clock striking midnight on January 1. A goal is a year-long kind of thing. I like the idea of something I can’t screw up the first day. Win! I have all these grandiose grand schemes, and mama needs to get these bad boys off the ground.
In 2016 my goal is to:
But… so cute…
Hillary and Humperdink. My new Nelson’s Milk snakes. They are tiny and perfect and so sassy!
Surprise birthday Funko figures! I live in a world where Newt Scamander and Picket exist!
They’re not sunburned. They’re doing an impersonation of flamingos. And look at that balance!
Did you make any goals or resolutions this year? Or break any? I’m not here to judge.
There’s a whole lot of grateful going on out there on the interwebs. I just happened to catch the wave of it when Dawn over at Tales FromThe Motherland started a whole gratitude blog party. The gist is simple. Write down as many things I am grateful for as I can in 10 minutes. I had to start this a couple of times. First time around, I came up with “sticks,” and “trees.” Because apparently there was too much pressure, or I am a squirrel. So I tried it again. None of it is in any particular order
Stuff I’m grateful for:
My computer. It takes me places.
My husband. We were meant for each other. At a recent Christmas party white elephant exchange, a gift was opened, our eyes locked, and we both knew without speaking that we had to have it. When it was my turn, I took it for our own. We high-fived. It is beautiful.
It’s a redneck plunger. It’s beautiful. It goes perfectly with our Leg Lamp.
The Girl-child. She is home for the holidays, and without getting all maudlin, I’ll just say that I forget how helpful and funny she is. It’s good to be a family of five again.
The Padawan. He’s a funny one, and he always makes me laugh.
Squish. He made me late for work. Because he needed to put on a fresh roll of toilet paper. I have passed on the sacred knowledge.
NaNoWriMo. I made some real strides this year. I needed the prod back into writing, and it has taken my students to places they never thought they’d go.
Gas range. Which I guess officially makes me a boring grown-up. I’m okay with that. It cuts cooking time in half sometimes.
Tech savvocity I never used to think of myself as tech savvy, but I am now. I can hate on Windows 10, not because I am afraid of new things, but because it has actually given up functionality.
New things that hatch. Images are borrowed mostly from previous posts, which is why the captions are weird, but I’m almost out of room for photo storage here. Click to enlarge.
My job. I love going to work every day. Who wouldn’t?
My camera. I take thousands of photos every year. I love to catalog stuff.
The blogosphere. Referring specifically to the wonderful people that have come into my life because of blogging, in person sometimes.
Pesky cats. I don’t have words for the weird little fuzzy things that share my space. Pixel is such a kids’ cat. She hears a crash and is off to see how she can help stir things up further. Loki is her spirit-deity.
Maturity My new computer has something wrong with the display, and I had some things stolen from the mailbox at Christmas. But it’s just one of those things, a series of inconveniences, not tragedies like they might have been two years ago.
Grocery shopping Don’t get me wrong. I hate grocery shopping because it’s a chore, but it is also a privilege not everyone has.
Holidays. Family fun time is the best time.
Humor. I like to laugh. I NEED to laugh. I discovered The Bloggess this year. I approve. She even retweeted some of my tweets in her awkward fest a few weeks ago.
Good books. There is nothing better than losing myself in a good book. What’s the best book you read in 2015? My e-reader is hungry.
Writing. If I don’t like the world I am living in, I can write myself a new one. I need to do that more.
My friends. They keep me grounded AND encouraged.
Music Trite, but true. Sometimes somebody else sings the songs of my heart. This year I discovered Poets of the Fall.
Free books My used bookstore has a free bin out front. I find all kinds of treasures in it, like a hardcover Lord of the Rings. Also? Kobo store has some free gems now and again.
E-readers. I got a new one for Christmas – shiny, back-lit, glorious. I love tree books, but e-readers mean that when my sad hands get all crampy and useless, I can still read.
Getting rid of crap. After Christmas, I try to get rid of at least as much stuff as I brought into the house. I aim for more this year.
My faith. It pulls me through hard times.
My blood family. They’re weird and funny and nutty and wonderful.
My church family. See above. Family is family.
Iwako Erasers. If anyone wants to send me a bag of fifty, I’ll give them a good home.
Harry Potter. This book series has brought much joy into my life and some incredible people. It is made of magic.
SPP. The best little online game that you’ve probably never heard of. I met wonderful people there, some of whom are sisters from other mothers IRL.Also, the first time I had to come to terms with the fact that nothing lasts forever.
SPP. This is also the place where I learned that people will complain about ANYTHING. It was a giant education in a little, fun game.
My school. I can be in the worst mood ever, but the moment I walk in, I feel the love and joy. My school feeds my soul.
Toys. I like fun. I am naturally attracted to toys.
Lego sets This morning, Squish spent several hours putting together his Mystery Machine Lego set. So I got to sleep in and then READ.
My Chemex. I’m not a hipster, but I do appreciate good coffee. I can’t go back to auto-drip now that I’ve used a Chemex.
Old dogs that can learn new tricks, like how to use a Chemex.
Storage containers As a kid, I dreamed about what Santa would bring me for Christmas. As an adult, I dream about putting it all in clear plastic boxes.
When my kids read my blog and laugh.
Being a recommended humor blog. I think that ship has sailed, but I was on WordPress’s nice list for a nice, long stint.
Good movies
The ability to like what I like without caring what anyone else thinks. This ability was a long time in coming, but better late than never.
Used bookstores.
Wool socks If it ever bothers to get cold again. It’s just after Christmas, and it’s over 70 degrees.
Family photos, especially the ones that hold family secrets. We have a hundred years’ worth of photos, and they are priceless.
Blogs. My lunch hour is spent reading blogs. Some of my faves are The Middlest Sister, The Kitchens Garden, and 2 Brown Dawgs. I read dozens. There are more, I’m just running out of room here!
Good customer service. The champs this year – Lego Store, Chuck E. Cheese, JCPenney, Mostafa at Hewlett-Packard, and Shutterfly.
New editing tools on WordPress. And also the ability to write in the old admin format. The new one is too minimalist for these eyes to read. So thanks for looking out for us old-timers, WordPress.
Punctuation. I know it doesn’t seem like it from looking at my list, but WordPress wouldn’t play nice with punctuation and formatting today.
There are forty-something on here, I think. The numbered bullets went all nutty when I added images, so I removed them. Too much to do tonight to spend longer than twenty minutes wrestling with the formatting. Want to join us? I hope you do!
Instructions, copied and pasted from Dawn’s blog:
If you’d like to join in, here’s how it works: set a timer for 10 minutes; timing this is critical. Once you start the timer, start your list (the timer doesn’t matter for filling in the instructions, intro, etc). The goal is to write 50 things that made you happy in 2015, or 50 thing that you feel grateful for. The idea is to not think too hard; write what comes to mind in the time allotted. When the timer’s done, stop writing. If you haven’t written 50 things, that’s ok. If you have more than 50 things and still have time, keep writing; you can’t feel too happy or too grateful! When I finished my list, I took a few extra minutes to add links and photos.
To join us for this project: 1) Write your post and publish it (please copy and paste the instructions from this post, into yours) 2) Click on the blue frog at the very bottom of this post. 3) That will take you to another window, where you can past the URL to your post. 4) Follow the prompts, and your post will be added to the Blog Party List. Please note: the InLinkz will expire on January 15, 2015. After that date, no blogs can be added.
Pretend this is a blue frog and click here to join the party.
So, there was this 600lb tortoise sitting on the hose.
Thanks, buddy. I don’t need to spread that hay or anything.
Parked like a VW Beetle on the bale of hay I’m trying to spread.
Attaboy, pal.
I asked him to move. I asked nice. He said no.
“What you lookin’ at?”
What could I do?
Incidentally, this is reason 1,234 why I love my job.
Most mornings, I am on the early shift. It’s my responsibility to open up our department and get us ready for the day. Every morning has its familiar faces and routines. Sometimes I have to stop what I am doing and take a moment to appreciate how lucky I am to spend my time with amazing animals.
Remember Al? He’s a bit sleepy in the morning. That makes sense because he is essentially solar powered. He’s most active once he has warmed up a bit.
Our outdoor turtle marsh bustles with activity on a warm spring morning.
A wood turtle peeks out from his night-time hiding place under the leaf litter.
An eastern box turtle hits the snooze button in her leafy bed.
And sometimes we find a surprise guest.
Hey, you’re not a turtle! A five-line skink takes advantage of a sunny spot and basks in the warmth of the morning sun.
I have some surprises to share with you in a week or so. I can’t wait! As soon as I can tell, I will. Until then, I’m keeping secrets…
Happy Monday! I have not drawn the winner from the giveaway. I’ll work on that later tonight. In the meantime, you can still go here to vote if you’d like. Entries are closed, but I’d still appreciate the vote. Unless we just won. Which we might have done. I’ll keep you posted!
I’m signing up for Camp NaNoWriMo, it’s a little less crazy than the November event because we set our own goals. I’m starting my first new project since getting my full-time job. Anyone want to join me? Go here to sign up! 28 days until the writing begins. I can hardly wait!
I made a new friend at the zoo the other day. Meet Yorrick:
His name is Yorrick. I knew him well. Okay, not that well, but he’s kind of hard to get to know. Mostly because he’s dead.
He’s a limited edition design in one of our Mold-A-Matics, and he is amazing. I never buy anything when I go places, but I bought three of him. He’s my new travel companion.
Yorrick gets up to all kinds of mischief:
Keep an eye out for Yorrick here and on Twitter under the hashtag #adventureswithyorrick. Shenanigans are in the air. Soon I’ll be running a giveaway, and some lucky winner will get a Yorrick of their very own. If you’re local, run over to the Zoo as fast as you can to pick up one (or twelve!) for yourself. I don’t know how quickly they’ll change the mold back to an otter.
Let the games begin!
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Sometimes bad things happen. This summer, I have been able to watch as an unfortunate circumstance was made right.
Turtles and tortoises are pretty much hard-wired to do what they were made to do – find food, find shelter, mate, lay their eggs, hibernate, repeat. Being so instinctive has helped them to survive for a very long time, but sometimes those instincts work against them. They don’t adapt quickly to changes in their environment, such as roads intersecting their nesting routes.***
This summer, a female common snapping turtle, Chelydra serpentina serpentina, was struck by a car and killed while crossing a road. A quick-thinking observer picked up the turtle and took it to the local vet school. The turtle turned out to be a gravid (egg-carrying) female. Her eggs were promptly removed and were brought to the zoo for incubation.
Snapping turtle eggs in early June. 19 eggs is on the low end of average.
Incubating reptile eggs is a trickier business than hatching other critters. When the eggs are retrieved from a nest, they must remain in the exact position in which they were found. If they are turned, the embryos can separate from the egg and drown. They need to come with a giant “This end up!” sticker.
I don’t have a lot of experience with turtle eggs. I’m a tortoise gal, myself. When I looked at these eggs, I didn’t have a whole lot of hope. So many of the eggs were dented, and those bright white spots are calcifications. Weird. But It have learned enough to know that we will always err on the side of caution. The eggs were carefully placed in vermiculite and set up for incubation.
The eggs were also candled. Candling is when a light is shined through the egg to check for any development.
As expected, no development was noted. It would be very unlikely to see growth in recently-laid eggs, anyway, so the eggs were incubated with crossed fingers.
A few weeks later, the eggs were candled again.
Note the veins running through the egg. This egg is fertile! The shadow beneath is the developing embryo.
Holy cow! Several of the eggs showed signs of development.
Yesterday, I got an email telling me there was someone waiting to meet you all.
Check him (her?) out! Yes, that’s a quarter for size comparison. The turtle is covered with vermiculite. Once it has its first bath, seeing features will be much easier.
Click to enlarge any of them you’d like to see more closely.
Looking at the tray of eggs, I would guess there are at least five others that will hatch. How soon? Hopefully really soon. Once the babies have emerged, they will stay at the zoo only a week or two before they are released back into the wild. They know all that they need to know to survive. That’s where the hard-wiring has the advantage.
I hope to post updates and pictures of any subsequent hatchings.. Fingers crossed that a few more make it. About 70% of nests in the wild are lost to predation, so this little guy is ahead of the game, despite its precarious entry into the world.
***Turtles sometimes cross roads to get to and from breeding grounds. If you ever find a turtle walking across a road and want to help it, put it across the road in the direction it was facing. If you put it back where it came from, it will only turn around and head back to where its homing device is telling it to go. Also, don’t stop in the middle of a busy, busy road. You’ll both get squashed.
I hit a rough patch a bit ago and kind of ran off the road.. You may have visited that particular ditch in your travels as well, the place where things that would ordinarily slide off like water from a duck’s back instead bring you to your knees, and even the chocolate doesn’t taste good anymore. I won’t bore you with details, but at the beginning of this week, watching my plans and efforts crumble to dust, I wondered why I bother at all. It was a low point. But not today. Today, I remembered.
Today, Phyllis came to visit my camp and pooped on the floor, and I remembered how to laugh.
Phyllis the Polish hen. I can’t look at her without smiling.
Today, my new friends met my old friends, and I remembered why I love them both.
Rex, meet campers. Campers, meet Rex. Want to go to a movie?
Today, an elephant played me a harmonica tune, and I remembered how to sing.
I don’t even care that I have to clean the harmonica.
Today, an otter caught a snack, and I remembered there is wonder in the world.
I wonder how she bends like that.
Today, there was a splash pad and ice cream, and I remembered how sweet life is.
Today the water stopped, and I remembered I can make my own magic. Someone reminded me. Thanks for that, little buddy!
Today, I remembered why I love what I do. Today was a blessing.
There’s a new arrival at the zoo. I wanted to blog about it sooner, but I couldn’t. I’ll explain in just a bit. You remember Short Stack, the pancake tortoise that hatched in February?
Baby Pancake Tortoise
The zoo has two pairs of pancake tortoises. Both laid eggs this winter that were intact and able to be incubated. This species is apparently a little tricky to incubate, and there can be as much as 40 days’ variation in hatch-times, unlike mammal gestation which can often be narrowed down to a two day window. A couple of weeks ago, Short Stack was joined by our second pancake hatching.
Each morning, keepers check the eggs in the incubator for signs if hatching, also known as pipping. The assistant curator knows how much I love this species, so he sent me an email to let me know the little critter was making its way into the world. I missed his email. Because I was already at the zoo. I got pictures. Crazy pictures.
Remember this turtle from last year?
See how its shell is folded over like a little burrito?
And how after a few days it looked like this?
It’s a Spiny Hill turtle. It took it a couple of days to flatten out.
I thought all flat shelled tortoises and turtles developed in the egg the same way, with the sides folded down. Not Pancake tortoises! They actually develop rolled front to back. Look at how the baby flattens out over a few days’ time.
The reason it has taken so long to blog about this guy is because I don’t write about them until they have been accessioned (added) into the collection. And they can’t be accessioned without complete measurements of their shell. It’s hard to measure something that has been folded up like origami. It normally takes a couple of days for a tortoise to unfold completely. It took this guy about a week before it was flat enough to measure!
Day 5. Still a little wrinkled.
And here he is about two weeks after hatching, looking all ironed out. Finally.
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I call him Squashy.
*** Nancy over at Not Quite Old asked why tortoises have a belly button at all. It was such a good question that I thought I’d answer it for those who are new to reptiles. Animals that develop in an egg are fed during their incubation by their yolk. They are attached to that yolk by an umbilical cord. After they emerge from the egg, the umbilicus closes. Sometimes that process takes a few days, sometimes traces can be seen a year later, but at that point it is nothing more than a mark on the shell.
This is my favorite time of year in the reptile department of my zoo. Spring is here, and that means one thing. When I come in on Wednesdays, I’m often greeted by sights like this:
(click on them to enlarge)
There are four babies hatching here. See them?
How about now?
In this box, we have two different subspecies of Madagascan spider tortoise; Pyxis arachnoides arachnoides and Pyxis arachnoides brygooi. I can tell the difference from here. I’ll show you how.
P.a. brygooi like to burrow. They hatch, they burrow. P. a. arachnoides hang around on top of the substrate.
These babies are all genetically pretty valuable, as both species are critically endangered in their native Madagascar. Any successful hatching is significant, but sometimes some offspring are even more valuable to the program.
There’s someone I want to you meet, but allow me just a moment to tell you its story. When animals are taken out of the wild and reproduce, that next generation of offspring is known as F1. It’s not unusual for animals to reproduce in captivity after being removed from the wild. Tortoises, rhinos, cheetah, elephants. The real trick is in getting an F2, that next generation, one that is truly captive bred. F1 and F2. Sounds like a series of astromech droids, doesn’t it?
Now allow me to introduce you to our very first F2 Common Spider Tortoise.
Sleeping in its egg.
A couple of days later, it emerged completely after having absorbed the last remaining bit of yolk. And lest we forget the gratuitous belly button shot:
It may take a few weeks for its umbilicus to disappear completely. Currently there are tiny wrinkles around its belly button where it is closing up.
It’s roughly the size of a quarter, the very first offspring of both parents. There are very few, if any, other F2 of this type anywhere in the world. I am so proud of my zoo and their dedicated staff for what they have done to perpetuate this species! Well done, Michael!
Becoming Cliche 