another sweltering day when I stepped outside. White tips, the grey
squirrel was sitting in the maple and began to natter when he saw
me. What? Moi? He knows me well enough so I thought a cat must be
among the shrubs led my eyes to a black squirrel. Struggling, it climbed up the
fence and on to the rail. I stood and squinted, wondering why it
was so large and then I realised it was carrying something.
later, after running into the house for the camera, my eyes focused
on its luggage. AHA !
It was moving day ! In its mouth was a baby being gently carried
along the fence top. Every
time it stopped there were squeaks of I don't wanna go! Well, I'm imagining that was the phrase.
watched as it ran, well more like scampering as squirrels tend to do.
Across one side, a tight right onto the chain link fence pipe, then into
the hedge. Another squirrel joined the parade but I believe it was
more of an escort. Onto the neighbours roof and out of sight.
seen this only once before when there was a parade of adults carrying
their young ones to a nest in the front garden. Then as now, it's
amazing how caring they can be. I do hope they haven't moved far as
I've been enjoying watching 5 or 6 youngsters spill out of the nest
at first light, wrestling, chasing and cavorting with each other.
As I watched them scurry across the roof I whispered...don't forget to write.
searched through friends, phone books, the world wide webs for a hero
and finally found him. It came about last week when a neighbour
called to warn me of a porcupine in the apple tree. Sure, ok, why am
I not surprised Ross. An elephant yes, I would be surprised as they
aren't native to this area, but a porcupine, ummm no.
had him on the phone I enquired who his roofer was, having had a new
roof installed the week before. He gave me his name and number with
a great reference. I called the next day and left a message. The
following day he called me back saying he was in the neighbourhood
and could he drop by. YES! I practically screamed.
and reviewed my predicament. The removal of the three old roof vents
to be replaced with heavy metal; and I would not object to them being
electrified. We discussed dollars and time line; and he left saying
I'll let you know. I've heard that before but I had hope in him.
his truck pulled in and I ran out to meet him. Screw the acting cool
and nonchalant, I was desperate. Here was a man with tools and knew
how to use them! I was NOT letting him out of my sight.
guard as the red fecker was in the walnut tree nattering and foot
stomping knowing full well what was taking place. My Hero replaced
all the vents with heavy duty screening over the openings, then
screwing down the metal roof vents.
morning I laid in bed laughing while listening to the red feckers wee
fists beating on the vents and nattering like a sailor. I finally
won and there is no way he can chew through them.
something does happen, my Hero will be here after one call. Life is
weeks I've heard nothing, no call of robins, no chortle of finches;
the bird song has become non-existent. While it saddens me I
understand nature. The young ones have left the nest so there is no
need for their parents to sing them awake to begin their survival
remember the two broods of robins nesting upon the side door light.
The first brood was exciting to watch but when the second began not
three weeks later, I held my breath. They all survived though their
parents were thin and worn.
jays, with three spawn, were a delight to watch. The parents brought
them into The Pond nightly to quench their thrist while they searched
for supper. They are truely clowns when left on their own, and I
took such pleasure in watching their antics.
course the sparrow who has alighted here for years dropped in for his
daily bath. I am unsure if it's the same one but the habits are too
similiar to be another. I could superimpose photos each year and its
schedules are the same. Alighting in the shrubs, pecking about, then
diving into the bird bath for a shower, then flying to the cedar for
prunning. It had to be him!
doves, those mourning doves, with such a sad song. Parents nesting
across the street would drop their two dovelings? at The Pond. For
weeks I watched while the two siblings cuddled til a parent flew in
with a mouth full of food. They both ate well, and I am sure they
are the ones now gleaning the sidewalks for seeds..
never forget the pileated woodpecker. He was huge and bright! His
squawk always announced his arrival as he landed in the old maple
tree every few days to bore into rotten limbs. With a beak full of
worms his lady would alight and they would share the meal.
autumn draws near, their summer voices have been silenced as they
seek comfort in the wild. I wish I could join them...
Like your favorite flooded cave, your kindness is deep. You have a strong work ethic and are not afraid to hop to it to get the job done. Far from a flaky frog, you don’t jump to conclusions. Ever since you were a tadpole, you’ve been easygoing and likeable and are a good leader without being mossy, so other frogs lean on you without knowing it. Thanks to Michelle at Rambling Woods :)
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