I haven’t written a wildlife update in a while. I’m not sure why. It’s not that they aren’t out there doing their wildlife things, or that I’m not watching them do their wildlife thing. They are. We have to check the yard for deer before opening the door to let Tigger the Dog out. I have often been late leaving the house because the big ten-point buck is hanging out in the yard and I can’t stop watching him. The other day, I stomped outside to watch/encourage/beg TTD go to the bathroom because stupid Husband has trained her to wait until she has an audience and got to see a hawk hunting in the sky above my grumpy self.
It is a major improvement from watching the roof rats scurry across the electricity wires in our tiny yard in California. The roof rats Husband tried to convince himself were squirrels. They were not.
Not only are the hawks and falcons fantastic to watch, the smaller birds here are gorgeous. They are so many pretty colors and shapes. I’ve got one bird feeder that I sometimes remember to fill and watching them feed is like having a prime seat in the mall where all the pretty people shop.
It’s ironic that the dang feeder gives me such joy because our awful neighbor in California had bird feeders. Lots and lots of freaking bird feeders, like crazy cat lady lots! And she made a point when moved in of fake nicely asking us if she could put one on our joint fence and when we said “sure, but please not right where we have the BBQ,” she fake nice smiled and then put one RIGHT WHERE THE BBQ WAS! And the birds would perch right above the feeder on the fence waiting for their turn to eat and shit all over our BBQ.
We were not fans of hers. In fact, our feelings about her and where she should put her bird feeders were strong ones. Even now, two years later, I could suggest a few places to her where she could shove them. And I still would like to help her get them in there…
I digress. I have birdfeeders now. But they are IN my yard and nowhere near a neighbor or a BBQ or a fence. And they are awesome. So awesome, that this young lady and her babe are fans -
These guys remind me daily that moments like this are why we are here and not still living next door to Miss Fake Nice and her pooping birds and her lying face. So what if our neighbors on to the left of us might be dead and the neighbor across the street has appointed herself Mayor of Our Street, it’s still a million times better than roof rats and a poop covered BBQ.
And that about sums up my life right now; better than roof rats and a poop covered BBQ.
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