Loving wildlife

Tibetan prayer flags. They are cheerful and I use them as a bird “blind”.

It’s wonderful to look outside and see wildlife.

Sometimes, though, they are familiar.

Oh, it’s OK

We don’t begrudge you a drink.

Just don’t chase my friends!

The grey cat has been seen a couple of times, so must be “local”. The Tuxedo chap, I guess, was a travelling boy, just passing through.

Last summer, a neighbor’s cat spent hours every day patrolling my property, on an endless killing spree. He was a lovely lad, except for this, and I was sad when he moved away, but what a difference we have seen this summer, with him gone.

So I am relieved when feline visitors move on and restrain my natural instinct to befriend them.

Just before yesterday’s dramatic thunderstorm, I caught a flash of orange in a bush by the window, but I think the Oriole must have gone looking for more welcoming weather for his brief re-fuelling stop. He seems to have gone.

Too bad. He’s a gorgeous bird.

When he stopped by in the Spring, I immediately procured oranges, but he didn’t stay long enough to partake.

However, other creatures expressed an interest in the fruit, so I continued putting them out.

And when poor old Mrs Plod came by, she was ecstatic!

Which is why I now peel oranges every afternoon.

She struggles to deal with the rinds.

It’s with great relief, that I mention Mrs Plod, as we were afraid she may have met her end, but yesterday she finally showed up on the web cam film.

There was an unfortunate incident last weekend, when a rabid animal attacked her 😦

They say you should not get involved with wild animals and for good reason. They often disappear and if you’ve got attached to them, it’s going to hurt. I fully understand this advice and should follow it, but I am just not capable of detachment from an aging animal that is blind and almost deaf.

I resist the idea of capturing Mrs Plod and having her live out her days in my care, because I don’t think it would make her happy to be in a totally foreign environment and I know she would not understand or need the love I would offer her. So we let her go her way, as we did Gimpy, the disabled squirrel. One day, she too will not come back.

No doubt there will be more…

2 thoughts on “Loving wildlife

  1. At first glance, I thought the rascal, Pancho, had found his way back to your yard. I hope Mrs. Plod didn’t contract the dreaded disease from that rabid animal. I have heard that it is very rare for an opossum to have rabies.

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