Gone Mudbugs, Seagulls, etc...
Well, that's the end of my 10 pound crawfish Christmas present...
I'm sure you're thinking the same thing I am... Paraphrasing the famous "A Christmas Story" movie when the Bumpuses' dogs devour the holiday turkey...
The heavenly aroma still hung in the house. But it was gone, all gone! No mudbugs! No mudbug sandwiches! No mudbug salad! No mudbug gravy! Mudbug Hash! Mudbug a la King! Or gallons of mudbug soup! Gone, ALL GONE!
It's a sad thing, but it was time to move on and stop grossing out the wife. None the less, keep in mind that legend has it that a few ghost carapaces still haunt this joint, and can make themselves known as (of all things) the embellishments of a cap. Woo! Scary!
Moving on... We fed the crows some bread today, and were pleasantly surprised that the seagulls didn't spoil the party. At this point, I'm pretty sure the crows communicate via a sentry system, but I can only guess at how seagulls spread the word. I do know that they (seagulls) keep watch from remarkable altitudes. Does the sudden change in height by one bird signal food to all the rest? Is there a call? Do they use a "round robin" routine to scope out the most likely areas? I'd like to study seagulls more, but their aggressive behavior will drive away the more traditional backyard birds, and that's not an option. Oh well...
Beyond the local crayfish extinction and the seagulls, it's cold here - about 11 F. Having lived in Caribou ME, I'm normally quite used to these temperatures, except when I'm profoundly stupid and dress inappropriately. So anyway, I went out earlier, and practically froze my hands off... Just a word to the wise...
See you by the feeders,
CapeCodAlan
Cornell Ornithology Laboratory: Inside Birding
Cornell Ornithology Laboratory: All About Birding
