I looked up...buncha stuff up there too. How long had it been there? I don't remember to look up often enough, so I don't know.
A nest above.
And a nest below. Perhaps you do not find this as riveting as I do. Seriously, though. What the heck?
|Wikipedia pic. (This guy is nocturnal & I am unwilling to sit out there at night to get my own photo.)|
John tells me that this is the work of a species of rat native to western Oregon and parts of California, the Dusky-footed Wood Rat. Not the nasty-looking Norway rat with its teeth and bare tail, sneaking over on ships and so forth, no. This fellow has furry ears and tail and has survived against owls, hawks, bobcats and coyotes for a long time.
The Dusky-Footed Wood Rat is a pack rat, but you might have guessed that from her giant house. Lady rats live on the ground, the fellas live up in the branches. The pile on the ground looks too well organized to have fallen from above, although that may have been what happened.
I guess I should put out something shiny for them, so that they can carry it off to one of their houses. Also, I should put out bay leaves, because in California they collect them and line their houses with dozens of fragrant leaves to repel fleas.
|Just like this sign. Don't like diamonds, not really.|
Lover of shiny things and bay leaves, I am beginning to wonder if this is my totem animal, not the tortoise I always thought I was.