Well, this morning, he evidently was tossing it around in my bathroom. Yup….Mr Possum went in, and it was toes up for him.

They say cats don’t have facial expressions? I beg to differ!  The look on that cat’s face was priceless!  LOL

(And yes, the pictures are a bit fuzzy.  Kind of hard to get a clear shot when you are chuckling.  )

‘Challenger’ is his name (in honor of the lost space shuttle crew) & is cared for by the non-profit American Eagle Foundation (AEF).
He’s a ‘human-socialized’ bird accidentally raised by the people who rescued Him – after being blown from a wild Louisiana nest in a storm as a baby in the late 1980′s. Declared ‘non-releasable’ by federal and state wildlife Authorities, he was trained by the AEF to perform educational free-flight demonstrations at high profile public events.

He’s the first Bald Eagle in U.S. History that learned to free-fly into Stadiums, arenas and ballrooms during the singing of the Star Spangled Banner. The celebrity eagle has appeared at numerous major sporting events like the World Series, Pro-Bowl, All-Star game, BCS National Championship, Fiesta Bowl, Men’s Final Four, etc.

This eagle named Challenger has also flown before 4 U.S. Presidents!

Shared by the Mr.

Swiped from Lori on Facebook.

That bird sat there for a good 30 minutes, and the cats sat right there staring at it.  I seriously doubt they’d know what to do with it if they got a hold of it.  The bird finally flew off (after leaving a birdy gift, of course), and I’ll be darned if those cats didn’t try to follow it…..through the window!  Heh.  Silly critters.

2.  Your human may bring home large bags of pretty things they call gifts.  Do not assume that all the gifts are yours.

3.  Be tolerant if your humans put decorations on you.  They seem to get some special kind of pleasure out of seeing how you look with fake antlers.

4.  Your humans may bring a large tree into the house and cover it with lights and decorations.  Bizarre as this may seem to you, it is an important ritual for them.  So here are some things you need to know:

a) Do not lift your leg on the tree.
b) Do not drink water from the container that holds the tree.
c) Mind your tail when you are near the tree.
d) Do not chew on the cord that runs from the hole in the wall to the tree.
e) Even if they smell really good, do not open the packages under the tree.

5. If your kids leave milk and cookies on the table, they are not for you. The will give you your treats as usual.

6. A fat man with a white beard and wearing a red suit may emerge from your fireplace in the middle of the night. IT’S OK – DON’T BITE HIM!

Horse Creek Wildlife Sanctuary via The Courier (print version).

Top: Rowdy, Tazz

Bottom: Mr Spot, Chubbs

In the last couple of days, I’ve found him in some odd places.  He like to burrow.  I wonder if his paternal unit was some sort of mole?  Hmmm…  Naturally, me, being me, I had to get a few shots of his normal behavior.

Rowdy and semi normal Tazz.

Invading the clean clothes, instead of the dirty drawers, for a change.

HUMPH!  After giving me the evil kitteh eye, he showed me his OTHER end before getting under the clothes as best he could.  Goofy critter!

(Names have been removed to protect the stupid!)

I had this idea that I was going to rope a deer, put it in a stall, feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it.

The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that, since they congregate at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the truck not 4 feet away), it should not be difficult to rope one, get up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie it and transport it home.

I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope.

The cattle, having seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They were not having any of it.

After about 20 minutes, my deer showed up — 3 of them. I picked out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me.

I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would have a good hold. The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you could tell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation.

I took a step towards it…it took a step away. I put a little tension on the rope and then received an education.

The first thing that I learned is that, while a deer may just stand there looking at you funny while you rope it, they are spurred to action when you start pulling on that rope.

That deer EXPLODED.

The second thing I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a LOT stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in that weight range I could fight down with a rope and with some dignity.

A deer– no chance.

That thing ran and bucked and twisted and pulled. There was no controlling it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me off my feet and started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to me that having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I had originally imagined.

The only upside is that they do not have as much stamina as many other animals.

A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to jerk me off my feet and drag me when I managed to get up. It took me a few minutes to realize this, since I was mostly blinded by the blood flowing out of the big gash in my head. At that point, I had lost my taste for corn-fed venison. I just wanted to get that devil creature off the end of that rope.

I figured if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its neck, it would likely die slowly and painfully somewhere.

At the time, there was no love at all between me and that deer. At that moment, I hated the thing, and I would venture a guess that the feeling was mutual.  Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had cleverly arrested the deer’s momentum by bracing my head against various large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that I shared some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were in, so I didn’t want the deer to have it suffer a slow death, so I managed to get it lined back up in between my truck and the feeder – a little trap I had set before hand…kind of like a squeeze chute.

I got it to back in there and I started moving up so I could get my rope back.

Did you know that deer bite? They do! I never in a million years would have thought that a deer would bite somebody, so I was very surprised when I reached up there to grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of my wrist.

Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse where they just bite you and then let go. A deer bites you and shakes its head –almost like a pit bull. They bite HARD and it hurts.

The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze and draw back slowly. I tried screaming and shaking instead. My method was ineffective.

It seems like the deer was biting and shaking for several minutes, but it was likely only several seconds.

I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be questioning that claim by now) tricked it.

While I kept it busy tearing the bejesus out of my right arm, I reached up with my left hand and pulled that rope loose. That was when I got my final lesson in deer behavior for the day.

Deer will strike at you with their front feet. They rear right up on their back feet and strike right about head and shoulder level, and their hooves are surprisingly sharp.

I learned a long time ago that, when an animal — like a horse –strikes at you with their hooves and you can’t get away easily, the best thing to do is try to make a loud noise and make an aggressive move towards the animal. This will usually cause them to back down a bit so you can escape.

This was not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously, such trickery would not work. In the course of a millisecond, I devised a different strategy.

I screamed like a woman and tried to turn and run.

The reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from a horse that paws at you is that there is a good chance that it will hit you in the back of the head.

Deer may not be so different from horses after all, besides being twice as strong and 3 times as evil, because the second I turned to run, it hit me right in the back of the head and knocked me down.

Now, when a deer paws at you and knocks you down, it does not immediately leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the danger has passed. What they do instead is paw your back and jump up and down on you while you are lying there crying like a little girl and covering your head.

I finally managed to crawl under the truck and the deer went away.

So now I know why when people go deer hunting they bring a rifle with a scope so that they can be somewhat equal to the Prey.

Shared by Ken the cop.

…..and I’m just in one of those kinds of moods.

Snatched from a FB ‘friend’.

Unfortunately, I also found the kittens I had thought were carried off by coyotes or some such. Sigh… They’re all in a pile, playing in what use to be the flower bed on the side of the house. That puppy seriously needs to be cleaned out, so said kittens will go away?  One can only hope!

My porch has turned into a cat sanctuary, and no one is happy!