Like addicts, in our weakness for the allure of rivers we risk everything to live on their banks.
Each phase of nature, while not invisible, is yet not too distinct and obtrusive. It is there to be found when we look for it, but not demanding our attention. It is like a silent but sympathizing companion in whose company we retain most of the advantages of solitude … –Henry David Thoreau, Journal, November 8, 1858
Warning: this article is 3,200 words; not a bloggism; a blogASM.
I warned you. Now enjoy.
As the beautiful old song from The Sound of Music says: “Climb every mountain / ford every stream / follow every rainbow / ’til you find your” swamp.
Now this is what I’m talking about, when it comes to really good scat identification technique.
I’ve never seen one, but I hear there are some bobcats in our area. But there are lots of things I’ve never seen, which is good, because there’s always something new.
As to scat flavor, I think I’d prefer vegetarian pellets, such as this moose scat I found during a hike on April 30, 2013, scattered in several piles within a five minute walk. Either there was one very prolific pooper on the route, or a whole family.
These are large pellets, roughly half the size of a walnut. A few of them would be a mouthful for anybody. I wasn’t hungry enough. (Click on any picture to get even more up close and personal with these darlings.)