Bentley is famous! He appears in the pet gallery (right after the lizard), a feature of this channel which deals with cults. I live for cult stories, but it's appropriate to feature a "palate cleanser" after these toxic stories.
See how little it takes to make me happy? A shiny-shelled turtle lazing on a log is all I need. I have recaptured the sense of wonder I knew as a child, when I would spend hours in nature and never get bored. I would have been enraptured with all the wildlife I am privileged to see now - just a few minutes' drive away, and we're practically in the wilds of B. C. To have a bird eat out of my hand - I never would have dreamed!
The first time the moon suddenly sprang into relief through the lens of my ancient camcorder, I nearly dropped it on the ground. I was astonished at its power to capture all the detail and the eerie glow. I still can't quite believe I took these videos.
I am always astonished at the powers of my little old camcorder from the 1980s. I've used it to death, but still it keeps on chugging. From the first time I picked it up, I could use it - aim, focus and shoot. Nothing technical about it, but it can pull in the moon through the window, to the point that you can see it in remarkable detail. The orangey-red glow came from forest fires. When the jet appeared like an apparition, I was even more astonished. You can even see its lights flash as it moves into the frame. It's just one of those moments.
Watching Bentley groom is fascinating, because he doesn't just lick - he bites his fur, especially the fluffy, flossy tummy fur which he keeps so immaculately clean. This video got over 600 likes, whereas the ones I work and slave over might get 30. But it's cats, folks.
When you hear bloodcurdling screams from your back yard, you want to know the source. We've been hearing these screeching cat noises for months now, and though we can hear them (and so can the neighbors), no one can see them. Whatever they are.
But on examining this video, I have a clue - the two placid-looking cats who wander along beside the back fence MIGHT be much more aggressive than they seem. I say this because after a bout of screeching on the right side of the yard, the tabby wandered out, arched its back for a minute, then continued to wander along looking fairly calm. But after that, the black-and-white guy did the same thing.
THEN, after a few minutes, another bout of screeching broke out - on the LEFT side of the yard this time, where both those cats would be by now. So do they hate each other? Are they mortal enemies and facing off in ungodly feline screams? I hear no actual fighting (and when two cats fight, it's the ugliest cacophany of feral snarls and growls you ever heard), but a lot of the kind of moaning that two tom cats do when facing off.
So at this point, though it seems highly unlikely, I have no other suspects in the neighborhood except these two local cats who very often stroll through the yard. But never at the same time. The black-and-white now wears a harness which appears to have a GPS on it, so maybe he's prone to roaming, and (as a result) fighting. I always thought the tabby was a girl cat, but I can't be sure. ONE of them is aggressive, and the other won't back down. Or maybe it's some other cat entirely, but I am pretty sure by now it isn't a lynx or a bobcat. Though I DID have the number of the conservation office just in case. Now I'm kind of glad I didn't call, however. . .
I cry when I hear this - no, not just a few tears but sobbing, full-on weeping, every single time, and just now when I heard it again. I am fascinated with Anthony Perkins and am once again making my way through a very difficult biography of him by Charles Winecoff. I say difficult because he really is presented warts and all, with an astounding degree of complexity and outright contradiction. He was so many things to so many people, some of them diametrically opposed, but all of it was real. Some of it was baffling and strange and even offputting, though he never violated his own integrity. So we have this fleeting, fragile two minutes in time from a musical everyone has forgotten. Greenwillow was a flop and only ran to near-empty houses for a few performances, and he had a cold when they did the original cast recording so there's a little catch in his voice on the high note at the end. He is speaking to us, just talking to us, telling us his soul, his complex and contradictory soul, in the simplest language you can imagine. Who can do that? No one else I can think of. Anyway, I haven't cried for a long time, not since those wretched dark deep nights of the pandemic when I thought the loneliness would never end. But this is different, and it's not like anything else I can even think of. I was sure it wouldn't affect me this time - like every time - and within a few seconds I was sobbing.
This Canada goose was having a hissy fit. I've warned parents of small children not to run up to them, as they can begin to hiss, lower their head and "charge". The little teeth lining their beaks can give you a nasty bite. I've heard of people being killed by swans, and I can see it happening with these creatures. Like rats, like crows, like raccoons, they thrive everywhere and make a nuisance of themselves, ruining farmers' crops and making great piles of doglike do-do.
This is probably the best car animation I ever made, but it's getting miserable views. The thing is, I posted my second-best car animation a few days ago (Cars with Teeth!), and it got over 400 very fast. But I don't really understand how these do or do not get into the recommended stream, how the algorithm - the Mighty A - determines these things. I swore I would NOT get caught up in views, popularity, subscriber count, etc. - but the truth is, I have one video which has gotten 12 million views, a complete fluke because it's nearly identical to twelve other videos I made with exactly the same visuals, just different audio. And those got maybe 100 at best. I try to stay out of all that stuff, but the severe switchbacks can be hard on me. I find myself recycling stuff I posted years ago, but once in a while one of those comes up and it got maybe 17 views. Seventeen versus TWELVE MILLION???