One of my very favorite things upon moving to this area was the wildlife. Everyone here complains incessantly about two things: the squirrels (The KingofHearts calls them "bushy-tailed rats") and the deer (who eat everyone's flowers and vegetables from their gardens). I, who grew up mostly in the desert and never saw a squirrel or a deer the entire time I lived there, love the fact that squirrels and deer now regularly run around in my yard and I never really get tired of seeing them. Kinda like my reaction to snow. I recognize that it can be a pain, but I still get excited every time I see a snowflake.
Squirrels may be busy-tailed rats, but I've spent a lot of time in Baltimore and I kinda like the rats there too.
When I was a kid, a guy in my grandfather's neighborhood had tamed a bunch of the wild squirrels. They'd eat out of his hand and sit on his shoulder. I always was so impressed by that, but was never there long enough to get any of the squirrels used to me and at home, the closest thing to a squirrel sitting on my shoulder was when one of our cats would catch a lizard and leave its disembodied tail on my pillow. One year, I fed the squirrels corn cobs, just so they could come up to my window and I could get a better look at them. A few months later, corn stalks started growing in my lawn. I didn't realize it, but the squirrels has been burying the corn all winter long and then the corn sprouted and grew when spring came. If I could only train the squirrels a little better, I could have a heck of a garden with very little work. I would name it the Veruca Salt Memorial Corn Garden.
After the first snow in this new house, I went outside and saw footsteps that went in a straight line from the street outside, through the middle of our front lawn and right up to the window of the master bedroom, then wandered off into the yard and around the house. I was a little freaked out because it appeared that someone was looking into our bedroom window while we slept. But then I went outside and got a closer look at those footsteps. The snow was a few inches high and if you looked down into an impression, you could see that it was actually a deer print and the deer had just been dragging its feet a bit through the snow, so from father away they looked like human prints. I am much less concerned about a deer watching me sleep than some stalker/voyeur/possible serial killer. Whew.
I would love to have a great garden, but we have a lot of shade on our property so I think that's unlikely. Given that, I am all for the natural landscaping and allowing the deer to come and hang out at my place whenever they want to have a deer party/buffet. We've had this discussion at work and my coworker told me the other day that she saw a bunch of deer in her yard so she went out on her porch and yelled, "Go! Get out of here! Go over to Underland! They love you there."
They probably heard her, because this was the view out my back window the next day.
Also, they seem to have taught their young to look both ways before crossing the street.
That's city deer for you.
Squirrels may be busy-tailed rats, but I've spent a lot of time in Baltimore and I kinda like the rats there too.
When I was a kid, a guy in my grandfather's neighborhood had tamed a bunch of the wild squirrels. They'd eat out of his hand and sit on his shoulder. I always was so impressed by that, but was never there long enough to get any of the squirrels used to me and at home, the closest thing to a squirrel sitting on my shoulder was when one of our cats would catch a lizard and leave its disembodied tail on my pillow. One year, I fed the squirrels corn cobs, just so they could come up to my window and I could get a better look at them. A few months later, corn stalks started growing in my lawn. I didn't realize it, but the squirrels has been burying the corn all winter long and then the corn sprouted and grew when spring came. If I could only train the squirrels a little better, I could have a heck of a garden with very little work. I would name it the Veruca Salt Memorial Corn Garden.
After the first snow in this new house, I went outside and saw footsteps that went in a straight line from the street outside, through the middle of our front lawn and right up to the window of the master bedroom, then wandered off into the yard and around the house. I was a little freaked out because it appeared that someone was looking into our bedroom window while we slept. But then I went outside and got a closer look at those footsteps. The snow was a few inches high and if you looked down into an impression, you could see that it was actually a deer print and the deer had just been dragging its feet a bit through the snow, so from father away they looked like human prints. I am much less concerned about a deer watching me sleep than some stalker/voyeur/possible serial killer. Whew.
I would love to have a great garden, but we have a lot of shade on our property so I think that's unlikely. Given that, I am all for the natural landscaping and allowing the deer to come and hang out at my place whenever they want to have a deer party/buffet. We've had this discussion at work and my coworker told me the other day that she saw a bunch of deer in her yard so she went out on her porch and yelled, "Go! Get out of here! Go over to Underland! They love you there."
They probably heard her, because this was the view out my back window the next day.
Also, they seem to have taught their young to look both ways before crossing the street.
That's city deer for you.
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