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Bombarded by poo.

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In the continuing saga of my immersion into the myriad world of excrement, my television has now jumped on board.

Geesh… you review one book, write a few posts about the digestive tract and suddenly your world is filled with doo doo.

Poo on my FB reader.

Poo on my news feed.

Now?

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My DVR recorded the latest episode of Nova and of course, it’s all about poo.

Thankfully there was a segment of the program devoted to my beloved wombat and his delightfully cubed shaped dung so it wasn’t a total loss.

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I mean really, what’s cuter than that?

But cuddly wombat aside, it does make me wonder where the next batch of excrement will pop up in my life.

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I certainly hope not. But at this point it wouldn’t surprise me..

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Precariously perched.

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We all know squirrels are dedicated acrobats, pilfering seed from feeders upside down and while hanging from one foot. But the other day I found myself being impressed with their balance.

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This little guy was sitting straight up… on a bent branch of our crabapple tree… in high wind.

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It was cold, and his little front feet were tucked in.

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But his back trotters were gripping for all they were worth.

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Bravo little guy.

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Two’s company, three’s a crowd.

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Three grey squirrels were braving the elements for a nosh during our last snow storm.

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This fellow was first to the tray feeder, scrambling up the pole and settling in to munch.

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Squirrel number two had a harder time with the slippery pole….

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But after a few comical attempts… made it to the tray of treats.

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Squirrel #1 was not happy to share and a major scuffle broke out, but it was over quickly and a truce was called.

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All was well until squirrel #3 showed up.

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He climbed the pole 4 times and was booted off in no uncertain terms.

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Two is company… and apparently three is one squirrel too many.

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An unwelcome visitor.

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten alerted to us to a new visitor at Casa River the other day….

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And I can’t say I was pleased.

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In the 20 years we’ve lived here, we’ve never had a rat.

Until now.

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I shouldn’t be surprised. We live in the country with horses for neighbors on both sides and an organic farm across the street.

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But as much as I love all the wild creatures who stop by for a nosh?

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Having a rat dig a tunnel and move into our woodshed will not be tolerated.

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Because if there’s one… there could be one hundred next month.

Sorry bud, but your days are numbered.

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So close….

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I took Lord Dudley Mountcatten out in the snow for round two last week and after a few false starts…

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He accepted the white stuff was cold, wet and crunchy but if one is careful, it can be navigated.

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Careful tiptoeing continued… until he spotted my nemesis.

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While I normally don’t encourage carnage or blood sport, all bets are off when it comes to that house/barn/garage gnawing red bitch.

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I was actively encouraging the stalk and made sure to stand motionless and quiet.

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But alas, she out maneuvered us and hid in the woodshed. No doubt sharpening her teeth in between chuckles.

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Lord Dudley was disheartened, not to mention cold… so round two of ‘introduction to snow’ came to a close.

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NOW it looks like Christmas.

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I woke up to a winter wonderland this morning as our first real snow of the season fell overnight.

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It wasn’t the 6-8 inches they predicted for our area…

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But it coated everything in glorious white… so that’s alright with me.

What wasn’t a welcome sight?

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The creature highlighted here.

The tiny devil who wreaked havoc with us, our house and our barn last year. The little red bitch with sharp teeth. I thought we’d seen the last of her after numerous evictions and nest busting this fall. But no…

She’s baaaack!

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I know just how you feel Dudley.

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