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Vampires and Other Animals

20 May

This morning I threw a batch of chili into the crockpot, and was just reaching for the second jar of seasoning when I realized I’d put a teaspoon of dried garlic into a recipe than called for a quarter that amount. I managed to scrape out a good bit of it, and then put in the required teaspoon of dried onion, but I don’t think The Squire and I will have to worry about vampires for a while.

Yesterday I walked up our road about a half a mile, picking up aluminum cans and other trash. There was a plastic cup half buried in a pile of dried leaves, so I moved the leaves aside and disturbed a very annoyed juvenile ground hog. The little fellow could have sat in my cupped hands, but he was pitching a fit large enough for several critters. It was hard to tell which of us was the most startled by the encounter. He reminded me of a kitten – all arched back, fluffed fur, and sparks, but not really much to back it up. Except a set of teeth that looked as if they were ready for business.

Tsula, our mama fox, has obviously been coming down to the house early in the morning. (Cherokee for fox.) We’ve been making sure she has a good sized dinner in the evening, but you can certainly notice that foxy aroma at 8 AM. I did find about two-thirds of a squirrel’s tail on the walk one morning, but haven’t seen any bobtailed animals around the feeder, so I suppose she did get one at least. We are now making sure she gets breakfast in bed, as well as room service as night.

Eddie came to the door Sunday afternoon with a female cardinal in his mouth. I managed to get the bird, and The Squire locked the cat in the kitchen. The bird sat on my finger, panting, while I stroked her head and crooned to her. Once she’d stopped panting, I carried her outside, and she flew off into the trees immediately. I was going to put her in the bushes to catch her breath and get her bearings, but apparently that wasn’t necessary.

If the blasted cat was going to actually catch something, why didn’t he grab one of the vultures that hang around here? A grackle or a starling, for instance?

I am working a switchboard tomorrow, so The Squire and I went over to the library. I don’t like getting paid for reading a book, but you can’t make a switchboard ring, and I can’t stare at the wall for eight hours. While I was writing this, he started to read one of his science fiction books. I just asked him a question, and he popped to the surface as if he’d been sound asleep. “Huh? Huh? Wha..?”

He’s so cute when he does that.

Good Morning, Mom!

3 May

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA We had a visitor very early this morning.   We’ve been feeding this momma fox at night out by the barn for eons, but this morning she came down to the house to see if there was anything available. After checking out the birdseed situation, she settled down on the far side of the walk, probably hoping a squirrel would wander in her direction.

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAWhen The Squire went out to put down food for her, she bolted, so he carried it back to the barn, which is probably wiser in the long run. We were simply delighted to have her stop for a visit, but we don’t want to have the really wild critters, such a raccoons and foxes, become accustomed to coming so close to houses. Not everybody is as kindly disposed to wildlife as we are.

She is very easy to recognize, as the tip of her tail is missing, and she is obviously lactating, which may explain her hunger. The Cherokee word for fox is tsu-li, so she has become “Julie”.

Speaking of wildlife – today was the rabies clinic up at the fire hall. We put Eddie in the crate, which pleased him no end, let me tell you, and Blazer hopped into the back of the KIA.

“We’re going for a ride! We’re going of Poppa’s car! Oh, boy! Oh, boy!  Where are we going? Who cares?”

He behaved beautifully at the clinic, visiting with all of the people and other dogs, but Eddie set up a yowl I could hear from half a block away. Well, that’s over for another three years, and at $8 a pop, it’s a genuine bargain.

Especially since we don’t know if Julie is just hungry or possibly rabid. She runs away when she sees us, doesn’t stagger, and is not aggressive, but taking a chance is insanity.