One of my wishes for Christmas (besides miniature donkeys) was a game camera.
Santa saw fit to get me one.
I guess they're less bulky and noisy and messy than donkeys.
My first reason for not putting the thing up right away was batteries.
I kept forgetting to buy them.
Then, I needed an SD card (widget that hold the photos).
I thought we had one laying around the house.
I just gave up looking.
This weekend, Eric got involved and found one that had enough gigs (storage for photos??) to hold more than 3 pictures.
I am a complete Luddite when it comes to computers, cameras, and even TV remotes.
Just ask Eric, I cried when he got a new remote a few years ago.
Anyway, once batteries and an SD card were on board, I managed to set the thing up and mount it in front of a place I have water for all the wildlife.
I didn't cry once.
Here is the first set of pictures from my camera.
Nothing I haven't seen before, but still fun.
|Chickadee and Goldfinch|
|Penny, my 9 year old hen that still lays eggs.|
|Me, wandering in front of the camera to test if it was really working.|
|First big game of the night--a doe.|
|Small game--a cottontail.|
He looks like he's got his wits about him. Our two resident Great Horned owls are out hunting to be sure.
|Possibly the last buck "Momma" ever had. Jenna named him Charlie.|
The reason I think this is Charlie is this---he's missing his left antler.
When he was just a yearling, he got tangled in our soccer net and ripped off his little antler--all the way down to his skull.
He was so tame that he let me put antibiotic ointment on it for several days in a row.
After some research, I decided that he had damaged the growth plate for that antler.
That fall, he disappeared and we figured he'd died.
This year, a one antlered deer appeared.
He's obviously a big boy now and if it is Charlie, his natural fear of humans has kicked in.
Just as it should be.
|The wind. I've captured a photo of the wind!|
The instructions say to remove any brush that might be in the frame, as the camera will take pictures of the weeds as they blow back and forth.
|A spike buck. He's a good size, but hunters want trophy antlers.|