Or Lynx rufus depending on where you look. Evidently there had been debate over whether to classify the Bobcat as Lynx rufus or Felis rufus. National Geographic is using Felis rufus: National Bobcat Rescue
& Research uses Lynx rufus.
All wildlife resources describe Bobcats as nocturnal so I probably should have been even more surprised to see this one just after noon today. The sun highlighted his gorgeous coat.
Normally photos of wildlife from the rear aren’t worth sharing but this one clearly shows the distinctive white patches on the ears that are part of Bobcat identification.
I had thoughts of getting a little closer but less than 15 seconds after my first shot he disappeared into the underbrush. The red bar in the photo is the top of a gate to prevent vehicles from entering this trail.
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Just as we were getting out of the car at Gillette Castle State Park this Yellow-bellied Sapsucker darted in and out of the trees at the edge of the walkway.
We stopped at the park to catch the sunset which ended up being a non-event, photographically speaking.
Disorienting fog hung over the river yesterday morning; the water was like glass where you could see it. Little would you know that the water stretches about 1000 feet to the opposite bank. We could hear plenty of song birds around and a larger bird, perhaps an Eagle, winging up or down the river, but very few came into sight. The woodpeckers’ drilling was muted in the heavy air.
The sun was up and blue sky appeared and disappeared overhead.
The frost on the nude branches formed into drops as the air warmed, adding to the eerie feeling as they drop, drop, dropped.
During yesterday’s visit to Essex, CT we saw more than birds. A walk-able village that caters to tourists, Essex homeowners and shopkeepers are detail oriented with fall themed decorations everywhere you look.
The most unexpected thing I saw was a carriage of politicians being pulled by “Dime” and his colleague “Nickel.” I hope the names don’t speak to the state of the Essex government on election day.
The “Three Blind Mice” wreath fit with the literature theme of many of the Halloween decorations still in evidence. I last photographed the bird house with eight inches of snow covering the doorways. No decorations but it appears to have a fresh coat of paint–protection for the coming winter.
And the dog was waiting patiently for his owner to return, ball at the ready.
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