I feel like I’m living in an episode of Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom. Critters seem to be invading our neighbourhood. Most of them are welcome, like the mother robin who sits on her eggs right out side our bedroom window. Others are not quite as welcome like the pack rat that my husband is
feeding trying to trap down by the cabin and the dozen or so Canadian Geese that poop all over our dock.
It began with the cutest little chipmunk getting himself caught up in some mesh in my garden. Luckily my friend, Lorellei, had her brother visiting from Australia and he has a soft spot for animals in need of rescue. Craig told me that he often sees koala bears that have been hit by cars lying on the side of the road and he always stops and checks their pouch for babies. When he finds babies in the pouch still alive he takes them to a local animal rescue sanctuary. Awwww! How sweet is that! I knew he was the right man for the job.
A week later while I sat in the back yard lounging with my book, a little chipmunk came right up to my chair and looked at me for awhile, then ran under my chair and all around me. I’m convinced it was the same one we rescued coming to visit and say thank you.
Our next door neighbour has had a family of racoons living under his house. There has been a great deal of excitement when any of these masked bandits wander into the trap cage set up in his yard. Two walked into the cage while we were all visiting only a few feet away a couple of nights ago. Our Aussie friend Craig and his brother in law Barry have then been transporting the trapped racoons to another location far away and releasing them back into nature. They may be a nuisance but you have to admit they are pretty cute. Here is one little guy safe in a tree after his relocation.
Last night our neighbours called us over to show us the turtle that had come out of the lake and miraculously crossed the road to their yard.
Yesterday while we sat on the end of the dock osprey floated above us looking for fish. This morning there was one sitting in the tree outside the cabin. Tracy took this picture of him.
Walking to the lake shore at dusk the other night, a bat collided with my cheek, fumbled to get free of my hair and then was gone. I’m sure the bat was as freaked out as I was. It took a while to normalize my heart rate after that.
Then there are the coyote howls coming from the hills behind our house and the ridiculous amount of deer we see all around us.
I’m not complaining. I love the opportunity to get close to most of these critters. I draw the line at cougars and bears though and so far, gratefully, they’ve stayed away.