OUR beautiful ruby- throated hummingbirds left us at the end of August, they are now on their way to Mexico, flying at 25-30 miles per hour. When they reach the gulf, they will cross 450 miles of water nonstop! Their body temps. are 105 degrees F, and they drop to 70 degrees F when sleeping. Next year, during the first two weeks of May our hummingbirds will return. Their brain is larger in comparison to body size then any other bird! They are extremely smart, and have very fine memories. That is how they find our feeders and all the stops to refuel along their migratory route. Hummingbirds migrate alone, they are not social birds, and live solitary lives. At our feeder they will consume 1/2 to 8 times their body weight in a single day, they will take 13 licks per second of nectar. Here are some of the bugs that hummingbirds eat for protein: gnats, spiders, mosquitoes, aphids, caterpillars, and insect eggs. Hummingbirds live for approximately 5 years. Bon Voyage little guys, see you next year!
A HUMMINGBIRD STORY. . .
YOU'VE BEEN BUZZED, by Ella Hanna, Bossier City, La. 2010
One morning I was in the process of leaving for work. And of course, I was behind schedule. Grabbing up my briefcase, purse, a bag and my keys, I hurriedly walked out of my house into the garage. Pressing the garage door opener, I transferred my load to both hands as I walked to my car. At that very moment, I saw --no, I have to correct myself-- I felt a rapid flutter about an inch from my face. Momentarily startled, I did not immediately know what had taken place. However, it took only a minute before I saw her-- the hummingbird-- hovering in mid air just outside the garage. I had been buzzed!!!!! Ok, I don't "talk" to birds, but somehow I knew it was a message. So, I put down my bags, went back into the house and looked out my patio window. The hummingbird feeder was empty. So I fixed some nectar and refilled the feeder. Yes, I was late to work-- but I could not get over the hummingbird's behavior. It was as if they were waiting for me to come outside so that they could say-- "hey, we need food!!!! And you can't leave until the feeder is refilled!!!"
as hummingbirds fly to their next destination, black bears visit bird feeders hoping to find some leftovers to fatten up on for the long winter's sleep!
sweet dreams. . .
Polly the Gifted Pig
by Greg Barden
Swimming pigs of the Caribbean,
Are not just silly rumors. . .
Little Polly is just such a pig,
From the island of Exumas.
Oh, Polly loves the water so,
Her family loves it, too. . .
Cool and clear and aqua,
That soft Bahamian blue!
You may think that it's unusual,
For swine to EVER swim. . .
But stranger, still, what Polly does,
When the day is getting dim. . .
Tho' the sea's her second home,
Her favorite thing's the sky. . .
You see, she has a special gift,
Little Polly knows how to FLY!
She keeps it secret, mostly,
Not upstage her family's act,
For countless are the tourists,
That swimming pigs attract.
At dusk she lets the evening sun
Dip below the far horizon. . .
The cover of a sparkling night
Is the sky that Polly flies in!
Her favorite time to soar is when
The moon is full and pale. . .
It's a starlit night of breezes,
That curls her piglet tail!
To wing beneath the Milky Way,
And ride the moonbeams, bright,
To dip and spin and loop-the-loop,
And ronds de jambe in-flight!
To dive and tickle wave-tops,
And make her hoof-trails glow,
To hop from cloud to puffy cloud,
Fills her little pig heart so!
Her family feels she's overboard,
They're fine with sea and sand,
But ANY pig who's never flown,
Isn't apt to understand. . .
So, if you someday make the trip,
To Polly's native isle. . .
Find a hammock after sunset,
And put your feet up for awhile.
I doubt you'll catch her flying,
Few like me have had the thrill,
But if you're patient and you're lucky,
WHEN PIGS FLY. . .
Perhaps you will!
" COYOTES move within a landscape of attentiveness.
I have seen their eyes in the creosote bushes and among mesquite trees.
They have watched me.
And all the times that I saw no eyes, that I kept walking and never knew, there were still coyotes.
WHEN I have seen them trot away, when I have stepped from the floorboard of my truck, leaned on the door, and watched them as they watched me over their shoulders, I have been aware for that moment of how much more there is.
Of how I have only seen an instant of a broad and rich life."
Craig Childs, The Animal Dialogues: Uncommon Encounters in the Wild
people... helping people... helping animals
What an honor. . . .to be recognized for the good that one strives to achieve. That is how we feel here at Raccoon River Bend. We are honored to have been chosen by The Lauren Townsend Memorial Wildlife Fund as a 2017 grant recipient. With their help, we look forward to enhancing our facility for the benefit of the creatures that pass through.....
To learn more about Lauren and the people who honor her life with their contributions, please visit www.denverfoundation.org
This special little raccoon is very lucky to be alive. She was found on the side of a highway with two dead siblings. The woman who pulled over to give her a helping hand is an exemplary citizen of planet earth! In honor of her rescuer we refer to this little female as "Mallow."
Enjoying a snack!
These three little ones were hiding out in a warehouse until they were spirited away to Raccoon River Bend!
would you believe more baby raccoon pictures?
Belly up to the chow bar!
Lydia in Silver Bay, Paws and Claws of Koochiching County, Laura in Two Harbors, Kelly up in Baudette, The folks in Duluth that rescued the "Sewer Gang", and everyone else that helps us help them!!!!!!!
believe it or not, there will be more baby raccoon pictures....................