The world outside my window has turned green but my posting on April 25th about “mini-Spring” has been seeming a little off the mark. My experience in recent years has been that the very early, wonderful stage of Spring only lasts but a few short days, after which the whole world explodes once more. Admittedly those recent experiences were in the Puget Sound area of Washington State. But I lived on Long Island for many years and I’m sure we had “mini-Spring” there.
OK, so now I am upstate and things are bound to be different, but I spent some time in New England, years ago. Surely my memory is not that bad? Maybe someone can set me straight about this. Is this Spring, upstate New York, normal?
I’ve said it several times, I am not desperate for the weather to get warm. I am, in fact, delighted that it has remained cool for so long. I am just surprised. Daffodils and tulips in May? Grant says he read somewhere that the climate in New England has changed radically, so maybe it’s not a memory issue.
Whatever the case, I am loving this period because of all the wee friends I have been getting to know. Chuck has his burrow just up the hill. Grant was able to place the trail- cam nearby and we are wondering if we will get to see babies. I assume that Zoomer is a chipmunk, although I’ve never seen one so small. His babies must be thimble-sized! That little creature moves so fast, it’s as if he’s got little rockets for feet.
As wonderful as all this is, there is just one problem. That’s him, looking through the window, nosey-parker that he is. Pancho is a neighbor’s cat and he’s lovely, but he’s a cat. When we were first here he arrived one morning carrying a chipmunk (maybe even Zoomer) which we persuaded him to release. I’ve had long conversations with him about the wildlife and how he should respect all these creatures. But he’s a cat.
So what to do? The neighbor says she tried to keep him in but with so much space to run around, he demanded to go out and that’s not a battle you can win. I tried it once.
Attach a bell to the bad boy’s collar? As Grant pointed out, it wouldn’t be much fun to have a cow bell round your neck all day. Besides, he’s not our cat. The previous owners here were cat people and we suspect Pancho was always welcomed. He’s not unwelcome now.
I guess I shall be busy all summer keeping an eye out for the stalker.