24 hours later, what appeared to be high tide appears to be low tide.
And the water has changed color completely.
Category: Nature
General observations, generally during dog walks
Where’d the beach go?
After a day of intense rain and flooding, a day of intense wind, driving the waves all the way into the dunes.
The waves look benign, but with howling wind and stinging sand seemed less so. Then I stepped into quicksand and sunk one foot to the ankle. I should know by know – on the upwind side of the drainage channels formed by water from the street, windblown sand becomes quicksand. A little disconcerting, especially with no other human being in sight.
A feast for the birds
Dead things on the beach all the rage these days.
Dog finds chew toy on beach
No, Gita (short for Dogita), you can’t bring it home.
Testy llama
Walking the dogs back past our local zoo, I saw only one llama standing, making a roink-roink-roink noise near the shed in which the other lay.
When I approached he bared his teeth and I vaguely remembered something about those critters spitting and kept my distance.
Expectant papa guarding mama inside?
Ya veremos – we’ll see.
Storm
Shortly before we returned to Uruguay, a powerful storm swept through. Here’s just one of many similar scenes:
On the ground in front you see a concrete power pole that supported the intersection of wires now hanging in the air, all knocked about by the large eucalyptus in the background.
By all accounts, it was a most exciting time 😉
New lettuce
New lettuce, and one cabbage plant, amidst very happy cilantro (growing with a top-dressing of seaweed). All volunteers, dug up from friends’ unworked garden that was very active garden last year.
Bats!
We finally determined that the scratching noises in the roof many mornings just before daybreak are the sounds of bats returning home. Bats are good. Bats in the roof less so.
So how do you get rid of bats yet keep them at the same time? The answer: a bat hotel!
Welcome to the Hotel Murciélago!
I hope.
Dead things on the beach
I don’t know fish, but this one looks OK. Fisherman abandoned it.<
Fortunately not a common occurrence.
The Hanging Cow
Now, it’s not a Tarot card.
It’s what happens when you let an idiot put a pregnant cow into a loading shoot where she doesn’t have room to give birth, then produces a stillborn calf and can’t stand up, and your Uruguayan neighbors all show up to help.
The metal bit in the back is clamped onto the cow’s protruding pelvic bones. They rigged a beam between two trees. The back feet didn’t actually touch the ground.
Not our cow. We were called to help before the neighbors – who actually knew what to do – showed up.