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Erin

Coddiwompling through life, guided by my love of nature and insatiable curiosity.

Record Breaking

Snuggle Weather

I’ll admit that when I saw the forecast for this morning I didn’t really believe it. I mean, just Saturday it was in the low 80s down here.

But, thanks to an early season cold front, my morning temperature was 37° (with windchill making it feel like 27°). We were colder than Juneau, Alaska! 🥶 This sets a new record for the Tampa area, lower than the 40° recorded here all the way back in 1892!

For those of you worried about me and my lizard-like metabolism, I’ll survive with plenty of snuggles from Westley. Thankfully, this chill will soon be gone – it’ll be sunny and mid-70s here by Thursday! ☀️

Cleaning It Up

Treasure Island, Florida November 2025

Getting up early to volunteer is easy when there’s a view like this waiting for me!

The weather was perfect this morning for my long, trash pickin’, beach walk (mid 70s and sunny).

Don’t let that sunshine fool you though, the water was chilly! The Gulf has cooled off quite rapidly recently, the water splashing over my toes was a brisk 68° (down from a Summer high of 82°).

Cooler water means that fish (and their predators) are more active now. Caught the tail-end of a gull gulping his breakfast:

Feather and Fur

As they say down here, “it’s been a minute” since I’ve had a chance to hit the trail. I took advantage of a recent mild morning to explore a new one at Lake Seminole Park. There were a good number of folks using the path along with me so it wasn’t as peaceful as I wished but I still managed to share a few quiet moments with some locals.

It seemed humans weren’t the only ones enjoying the cooler weather!

Surprisingly Spooky Night

I knew it was October 31st but I still didn’t expect all this decor when I went to the planetarium tonight. Apparently, there was a contest among the students for the best display. Personally, I’d have a hard time choosing a winner.

As for the star show, Craig Joseph, the astronomy professor at St. Pete College gave us a great tour of the sights in our current night sky. The moon is in a waxing gibbous stage with Saturn, the only planet currently visible to the naked eye, just to the left of it.

Though it was too cloudy for us to use the rooftop observatory, the star projector gave us a great view except for one dark region in the north. Craig explained that was just a burned out bulb in the aged machine that can’t be replaced. So, if anyone has a spare hundred grand lying around he’d love to upgrade the 1958 version for a modern one.

Now that I think about it, that was probably the scariest part of the whole night!

Find Our Feet

Stumbled across a fantastic young musician last night while scrolling the internet looking for something (as one does). If you haven’t heard the music of Mon Rovîa yet, look him up. Not only for his smooth voice, fun musicianship (rocking that ukulele), and powerful lyrics but his backstory is pretty darn inspiring, too (a refugee from war-torn Liberia, now living in Chattanooga, TN).

Heavy Foot is the song that caught my attention, I encourage you to take a listen (click on the song title which will take you to the official music video on YouTube).

Boat Day

I took advantage of a random day off and joined some friends on the water today. We couldn’t have asked for a better boat day, after the morning clouds burned off it was nothing but blue skies and calm seas.

The water temperature in the Gulf has been slowly dropping as a result of our shorter days and (slightly) cooler weather. All of which means fish (and their myriad of predators) are more active. It was a live nature show full of aquatic antics – mullets jumped, dolphins splashed and dashed, Black-tipped sharks skimmed the surface, and all manner of seabirds feasted nearby.

Such a wonderfully relaxing way to spend the day!

So Stoned…

In an effort to make life as good as possible for my outside boys, I surprise them with something special every few days. Sometimes they get yummy treats, other times they get a good brushing (which they both actually prefer to the treats). And every once in awhile, I take advantage of a lazy Sunday afternoon and break out the bag of ‘nip.

I pour each of them a large pile of the stuff on my front stoop and hang out with them (to watch them play but also so they feel protected and can really enjoy themselves).

This is the after photo. After they’ve rolled in, drooled on, and lastly, eaten all the ‘nip they can handle. There’s plenty of time for them to rest and recover before nightfall when they’ll go back on full alert.

Note, not all cats react strongly to the ‘nip, my Westley isn’t the least bit impressed by the stuff. Silly boy! 😹

Mrs. Hernbrode

While pulling weeds in my front yard yesterday I was pleased to discover this odd little lump. The roughly 2” long bundle of fur and bones immediately transported me back to 3rd grade…

We were learning about Great Horned Owls as part of our science and biology curriculum. Unlike raptors that tear their meals apart, big owls tend to swallow their food whole.

In order to learn about their place in the ecosystem, my teacher, Mrs. Hernbrode, brought in owl pellets for us to dissect (cast pellets are little balls of non-digestible parts that the owls cough up after eating).

Our task was to gently extricate all the bones and carefully reassemble the skeleton so we could identify the prey animal. Most of the girls in my class were grossed out, but the guys and I dug right in (newsflash, I was a bit of a tomboy – riding horses, climbing trees, and playing in the dirt were my main hobbies). In other words, I was an eager pellet detective!

I had always been fascinated by nature and wildlife, but I credit Mrs. H for encouraging my curiosity. That curiosity guided me through college and has led me to some incredible places over the years. For that, and other reasons, Mrs. H remains my absolute favorite elementary school teacher.

So imagine my excitement when we crossed paths again, some 30 years later. She had moved to Portal, a small town nestled in the heart of the Chiricahua Mountains of Southern Arizona (where my parents had moved decades earlier). I recognized her immediately and was touched when she remembered me (out of all those students over the years).

Finding this pellet pleases me because it’s a sign that my yard is welcoming to wildlife. In her honor, I’m naming the pair of Great Horned Owls in my neighborhood the Hernbrodes. As for the pellet, I’m still debating whether or not to dissect it…