Now, I need to confess right up front that I do not like heights. Even small heights. Any ladder-work is a challenge for me. I have been like this for as long as I can remember. I am not saying I don't do heights, I am saying I don't enjoy doing heights. So even this set at about 12 feet off the ground meant that I needed to negotiate the aluminum ladder each and every time I wanted to check my results.
And I checked them frequently. I checked nearly every day for two weeks. I had to. As the story unfolded, I was tempted to check TWICE a day. But I am getting ahead of myself...
|Camera trap in black walnut tree|
|The Reconyx is ready!|
|Red squirrel on black walnut tree|
|Flying squirrel photo with infrared flash|
Turns out this was the only visit of a flying squirrel over the two week period. In retrospect, was this just a lucky capture? Imagine how high my hopes were when it only took two nights to get my first flying squirrel visit. Now imagine me trudging up that ladder every single day for two weeks with the increasingly sinking feeling that it was not going to return. On the one hand, I had technically accomplished my goal. But in reality, I was looking for multiple photos (and of much better quality) of multiple squirrels or displaying interesting behavior. In the end, there was no story in the night. The action was all taking place in the daytime and it took several days for me to uncover it.
My first visit to the Squirrel Paste by a gray squirrel came at 8:29am on April 29th. That is a latency to detection of about 38 hours. And again it was obvious that the Squirrel Paste was the draw.
|Gray squirrel visiting Squirrel Paste (TM)|
|Red squirrel with nose buried in Squirrel Paste (TM)|
I looked for more. And in very quick succession, I found these:
|Gray squirrel carrying walnut|
|Photo 1: The approach|
|Photo 2: Licking the dripping sap|
|Photo 3: Not missing a single drop|
|Grape vine sap|
|Wild grape vine dripping sap|
|Inspecting the vine|
|Vine covered with a white scale. I assume it is whatever was dissolved in the sap|
|I cannot detect any taste to the white powder|
|This IS my happy face...|