Carpundit

Turkeys attacked my BMW

It's an iPhone shot, so the resolution isn't up to par, but the biggest tom in this 30+ turkey flock decided to spend a few minutes head-butting my Bimmer. I fired a few rocks at him from a different angle, but he wasn't too impressed. I like the wildlife down Cape. It's the unprovoked attacks I don't need.

When's turkey season?

The Squid's Revenge?

Sometimes, animals win.  Of course, they shot the cat.

"Police and zoo officials were investigating what led a 140-pound jaguar to maul a zookeeper to death in the doorway of its exhibit."

Um, it wanted to get out?

Why I Hate Homo Sapiens

Locate a rare animal in the wild, perhaps the largest and most spectacular of its kind ever seen?  What do you do?  Photograph it.  Call wildlife officials.  Mark down the time and place and exactly how you found it.  Yes, all of that.  But not before you hunt it down and kill it.

This line, repeated in major media, is a succinct expression of the ignorance and barbarism of most humans, "If calamari rings were made from the squid they would be the size of tractor tires[.]"

Killing Cape Cod Coyotes, Or Not

The story in yesterday's Cape Cod Times about the new coyote check-in station at Goose Hummock Marine reminded me of my experience buying a used shotgun there about five years ago, and the use I have yet to put it to.

My Crazy Aunt and Her Dog Psychic

My aunt -hereafter to be known as my crazy aunt- sent me an email the other day, from which I've culled some interesting bits.  She has two dogs, Lissa and Daisy.  Larry is her husband.  Here's what she wrote, with my commentary in bracketed italics: