Of course, being his "Friday" night, it was a late one and he didn't get home until about 1am. About 5 minutes before he arrived Sophie and I had stepped out on the back porch. We sat for just a minute before we heard a noise like the wind blowing through the trees, yet the night was very calm. When I looked toward the sound I remembered the mouse I found trapped in a ventilation thingy (I believe that's the technical term) a few years ago. We call that little area the "Mouse Hole". The wind blows dried leaves down in the hole, and when a critter gets stuck in there the leaves make a rustling sound as the animal walks around.
Bryan used a stick to get Sal out of the Mouse Hole.
Then he lowered him to the ground so we could see what he'd do next.
He mostly just sat, but as we quieted down he began to crawl toward the grass. As we admired how cute he was, we noticed he had something stuck to his left arm. It looked like an old goat head to me.
When we moved here we had never heard of the Goat Head, also known by other names like Devil's Vine or Puncture Vine. I just remember Nick's mountain bike bicycle tires deflating at least twice a week. The poor kid, I was so frustrated that he wouldn't tell me where he was riding that sometimes I'd even yell at him! He just kept saying, "I'm not going anywhere, Mom. It's the goat heads. They're everywhere!" It was literally years before I understood what he was talking about.
The Puncture Vine and flower actually looks quite lovely.
Then you see the fruit, also called a nut or seed, in it's fresh stage. |
And THEN you see the dried up seed after it falls off the vine. Clearly the various names this plant goes by are appropriate. |
Anyway, I'm pretty sure that our friend Sal has a goat head stuck in his arm.
So Bryan puts him in a little box and grabs a pair of needle-nose pliers to pull out the goat head. The first chunk was the biggest and didn't seem to bother Sal, but the second chunk was definitely embedded in his arm. He jumped good when Bryan pulled the spine out.
Surgery was successful!
We took Sal out to the front yard and released him under the Mt. St. Helen's Plum tree. It was pitch black under that tree. I shot only one photo because after the flash went off a mass of birds living in the tree freaked out, and fled the scene. Of course, the sound of all the leaves above us moving at once nearly gave us heart attacks. I'm pretty sure I peed a little. LOL (just kidding!)
Good luck, Sal!