Photos (29 October 2024)
This starling was waiting patiently in a nearby tree for a male blackbird to finish to get their turn at the bird feeder. The politeness is entirely down to the fact that the starling was alone and blackbirds are quite a bit bigger.
I’m very bad with names, so when I’ve been told the name of one of the local cats I’ve usually just forgotten it immediately.
But I managed to chat with a neighbour to get the proper names for at least one of the cat family trees here in town
This here is Lukka, the mama for most of the following cats
Lukka is very much a “so, what are WE doing today?” kind of cat. Whenever her owner takes out the garbage, she will escort him to the bins and back. Just in case the bins turn out to be hazardous.
This is Loðmundur, the resident murder bro. Very fond of hunting things. The clown collar is to reduce the murder and the hunting.
This is Grása, the mouser queen. Very fond of dismembering rodents. She is Loðmundur’s sibling from the same litter. Mice are a major pest in Hveragerði because of the age of many of the houses, agriculture, and the commercial greenhouses.
The neighbour who lives in an old house from 1945 used to have a major mouse problem, but once Grása – who lives next door – started prowling around, the other neighbours haven’t seen a mouse.
I see them regularly. Half the time in the summer when I try to take a photo of Grása, I end up not using the picture because it turns out she’s dismembering a mouse.
This is Skotta. She’s a sibling of Grása and Loðmundur but from an earlier litter. (The mama, Lukka, has, AFAICT, since been fixed.)
Now we have names to the cat faces.