This summer we have had a new to us bird on the pond.
The call of this bird is very, well, disgruntled sounding.
It is a all is not well with the world call.
Something akin to squeezing a baby kitten or small animal until they cry out.
Yea, I know, not pleasant.
This new bird is nocturnal, yea, I know, hunting just before dark, dark and the wee hours.
This would be find if it were not for the call of the wild over and over and over.
3 am seems to be a favorite time.
Then again around 5 am to just light.
Then they go sleep while we are awake.
We finally had to look this bird up and find out what it is. I could not figure out how to search for, disgruntled, sleep piercing, sounds like it is squeezing a kitten, nocturnal, fresh water bird.
I spent one evening just guessing and then Mark finds it in 2 minutes.
We have a pair, yes one for each end of the pond, Black-crowned Night Heron.
Now, we are determined to spot them.
Trying to see birds that are only out at night is tricky- we have not figured out how yet.
But, they are up most of the night making sure we know they are there.
I have a do not harm policy about wildlife.....but these are making me rethink those kind thoughts.
It is their good fortune that windows close soon as heating season arrives. Lucky birds.
About Ms. B....
How can one kiln so small cause such headaches?
She fired well up to cone 8.
At cone 8 the top shot up to 10 and no begging, cajoling, cussing, fussing or spitting of nails would change this.
Mark shut her down with 10 on the top and a bent 8 on the bottom.
I have not pulled any peek bricks to look. She has once again lived up to her name.
Because when she is bad, she is very bad.
We hope we have at least 3/4 of a load.
To be continued.....
Time to get my game face on.