Don't They KNow... It's the End of the Year. 10-22-2018

So very late in writing this. I've been busy. Forgive me.

We were supposed to have some sun on that Saturday. It was October 22nd and the temps dropped like a bomb in Mid-September, but sun meant possible sightings. We planned on a trip deep into Middlesex County in hopes of some turtles and snakes. (We'd had a 30 snake day here in late October a few years back with the son we never wanted, Wee Matty Cub Cub.) We arrived in the late morning under still-cloudy skies.

Right away, we noticed that it was wet. Flooded and puddled. And with that came a metric fuck-ton of mosquitoes. We pushed on through the damp, cool surroundings. It was quite some time before Andrea flipped this small, dark eft.


I did scare a few late-season frogs into the pond at one point but other than noticing a dark Green Frog, I didn't actually see any. Photos? Forget it!

Eventually, in some weak sun, we saw a Water Snake doing its best to warm up.



There were plenty of birds about, probably excited by the mosquitoes. We saw a Lifer (#176), a Rusty Blackbird.

#93 on the year. I thought it was a left-over Grackle.

The skeeters were getting out of hand. We were getting bitten through our clothes. If we so much as slowed down, we were swarmed. Considering the coolness, it was very surprising. We started moving very quickly.

On the final path to the car, Andrea called that she had a Garter between her feet.

She sure did! I went for a photo and, because we had stopped, we were absolutely covered with mosquitoes.

It was the very worst mosquito day I can remember. We ran to the car and a couple dozen made it in on our clothes. Absolutely dreadful.

After ridding the car of bloodsuckers, we calmed down and decided to hit a different place in hopes of some more animals. We headed back toward home and hit another place in Middlesex County between the first place and the highway. It was only about 3 PM so we had a little more daylight, if not solid sunlight.

First up, I saw some guy laying down photographing some sparrows. They looked like House Sparrows to me, but he later said they were White-crowned Sparrows, a new one on me. Lifer #177, #94 on the year.


This place, while devoid of turtles this day, is still beautiful. There were no mosquitoes here, either. The sun did its best to shine.



It did manage to dapple in to some spots so we started seeing a few daring Garter Snakes. We had to catch this first guy for a photo.


A big gal that Andrea saw.


This other one almost got away but I got this shot.


The last snake we saw was another good sized Garter. This is the best I could do without disturbing her.


It has been very cool in the days since then. Some frost, even. We realize that we might not see any more reptiles this year. In fact, Sea Turtles have started cold-stunning already so we can count on a very big and busy year on the Cape. Second season is in full swing and the regular season is pretty much over.

It hasn't been the best year (no Ribbon Snakes??? What the fuck?) but every day in the field is a good day. Except when mosquitoes are covering you like a thirsty cloud of hate.

Salamanders are The Shit. 10-14-2018

I'm not gonna lie. It has been cold. On Sunday the 14th, it was going to be cool but the sun was supposed to come out. We decided to go check some snake dens to see if anyone would be peeking out, trying to catch some late-in-the-year rays. We chose a Copperhead spot. The problem was, the sun never actually came out.

We got there noonish and hit the trails. We didn't want to flip too many logs and delay our hike to the sunny spot where snakes could be. But we couldn't resist entirely. Our first sightings were Redbacks.


We would, in fact, see dozens of these little beauties on this day.

A much less common sight in Massachusetts is the Marbled Salamander, a a threatened species here. We were delighted to see this specimen.


We were downright surprised to see the next one, alongside a Redback and a Leadback!




So plentiful were Redbacks that a small log had seven under it, all of which had to be moved to replace the log properly. Here are 5 of them, being humiliated.

It was a very good salamander day, but where were the Spotteds?

Even though the sun hadn't come out, we still headed to the hill, intrepid idiots that we are.


We spent a little over an hour peeking into crevices and praying for sun but we never saw any snakes. We saw a Copper skin and Andrea saw a Racer skin, though.



To be honest, I wasn't feeling it. After a while, I sat on a rock and watched Andrea keep up the good fight. I admitted that I'd rather be down looking for salamanders. So we made our way down to the trail and carefully looked under some moist logs. First try, we got our Spotty!

But wait- Andrea saw another one under that log, too.

The maculatum twins!


Here's a Spotted Salamander wearing a Redback as a hat.


I'm not sure why we saw no Spotteds on our hike in because we were seeing plenty of them now.


Backs of red.


Spotted jammies.


Hiding but not well enough.


Right around now, I decided to put a moratorium on Spotted photos, which is a rarity.

Of course, that was the last one we saw.

But we did end with one more Marbled, making this a salamnderiffic day, for sure.

^ Somebody needs a bath.

October

We went for our winter turtle walk sign-ups and saw two Box Turtles while we were on the Cape. We weighed and measured them. First, a female, #299. The second was a male, #188.




While we were out there, we poked around and saw a Bullfrog and a few Painted Turtles.




I had seen a yearling Racer in the woods but was unable to get a photo or catch it.

These terrapins are from the last hatched nest of the season.


The next day, we went to the mountain to see if any Milk Snake babies were where we suspected they'd be. It was warm and extremely humid and the sun was not out. It was great Redback weather and we saw many. Note that the top guy has to share the underside of his log with a bag of dog shit, put there by a lazy asshole.



Andrea found this beautiful Green Frog.


An Eft.


We got to the top and to the Milk Snake spot. Andrea flipped a large stone, called to me for help and I lifted it up safely for her to extract this baby Milk.

It was perfect, but not for long.

We showed it to a little girl and her mum, but there was an endless parade of people coming by. We released the snake and told the little whelps not to walk on the rocks... things live under there. When there (finally) wasn't any more people around, I relifted the rock so we could get better shots. In doing so, I injured the snake, making me the biggest fucking hypocrite on the planet.

For somebody who always advocates safety, I obviously didn't listen to my own advice and made a really stupid mistake. Andrea didn't notice the damage, but I saw the snake moving weird, saw a slightly flattened spot on its back and, going into immediate denial, I put it down to crawl back to safety. I easily busted a couple of its ribs.

So, what did I learn? That I'm a piece of shit who should listen to my own soap-box ramblings, for one. Also, I will never tip a pock again. I did the same thing to a Ringneck's tail earlier this year. If my fucking hobby endangers the life of an animal, then maybe I'd better just find something different. If a rock can't be safely  lifted, it stays in place. It is utter bullshit that I still act like such a trophy herping piece of fuck, the kind of person I hate sharing the planet with.

I'm not letting this go. I'm ashamed, I have belittled myself and everything I stand for and I find it very difficult to look anyone in the eye, especially Andrea. I have cried, punched myself in the ugly fucking face and hated myself even more than usual. Hopefully, I never get over it or get comfortable ever again. Remember the Garter I killed a few years ago? I've been called "deranged" by some little fuck about how I felt about that but it still haunts me and it should haunt me forever. If I can't do it right, I shouldn't be allowed out in the woods.

It was hard to beat a hasty retreat when you're two miles up a mountain, but we did our best. I was tired, angry, sad, mad and filled with hatred. Poor Andrea. How she puts up with me and my totally unfocused bullshit, I'll never know. Parades of people kept passing us, making me realize that I never want to come back to this place anyway.

Andrea did see another Eft on the way down.


So, where do I go from here? How can I improve the lives of animals instead of stressing and injuring them? Turtle stranding season is coming up... I don't know how often we'll be on the beaches but I expect I'll have plenty of time to consider the future.

I saved a baby chipmunk from an over-crowded Savers yesterday before it got stomped on. That made for a slightly better feeling.