I saw a fawn Sunday morning. Taking the trash out, about 150 feet from the road. We stared at each other for a few seconds. He decided I wasn’t cool, and stumbled off into the bushes to the East. Perhaps Mama left him there while she went shopping. I looked for Mrs. Plant’s camera in the house, gave up and went back to the trash; he bolted from hiding, again to the East.
Someone killed a rabbit over in the South yard. Since he wasn’t eaten, I presume it was one of the unfenced dogs from the neighborhood.
This morning while inspecting the water garden early this morning and wishing I still smoked, a spawning goldfish leapt a foot into the air, a bright red flash like fire in the early sunlight.
Everyone is just trying to make a living.
You saw a fawn taking the trash out.
Wow.
Can he come over to my house next? I’d pay.
It’s extremely sexist of you to assume a fawn taking out the trash is a male. I’m neither a male nor a fawn, yet I’ve taken out the trash plenty of times. But I’d still pay a fawn of either sex to take the trash out for me.
I once excitedly told a colleague that I had seen a scarlet tanager on the way to work. You can guess where that went.
But I digress from carnivorous plant’s point. There’s robin nesting in the lilac bush right outside my living room window. I hear that “Back off, bud!” chirp a lot. A goldfish disappeared from our dinky ponds, as did a newly-plunked-down water hyacinth. WTF?? What critter would steal a water hyacinth?
The only creature to which I begrudge a living is the goddamned groundhog living in the crawl space under the front steps. He or she is gonna get it. Nature red in tooth and claw indeed!
I am told that deer eat them. I cannot offer an alibi for the androgynous fawn.
We had a mountain lion take down a deer two blocks from the exact middle of town last winter.
Pretty freaky.
There was a deer–I’ve yet to see a fawn–in the back, grazing. My little dog was interested, but quiet, the deer, observant, but not concerned. Then the dog retreated to the safety of the patio and commenced barking. How very brave. We left the deer in peace. It’s his/her yard, too, in a way.
I had a lush red rose at the front of the house, rich with leaf and flower. Someone, of the hoofed variety, had a delicious meal of rose. They also delicately ate most of the purple flowers I don’t know the name of.
The rhodos are a-buzz every day; unfortunately, the hive appears to be in the underside of the double-wide. I see them come and go from a little hole by the front door. I blocked it off with tape on impulse–that was a mistake. One bee returned, couldn’t get in, hovered and buzzed, then another came back. When it was up to twelve angry bees :), I shooed them away as best I could and undid the tape. There were just as many trying to get out. That didn’t appease one particular bee, who buzzed me quite aggressively, landing in my hair. The driveway dance I was doing, while yelling at the bees that I’d unblocked their hole (like they speak English!), I’m sure, was quite entertaining. My hair was in a pony-tail, which I was whipping around, trying to tell the bees to buzz off.
Considering colony collapse disorder, I’ve given up. The bees can stay.
The slug that likes to traverse the steps down into the back was there again this morning. That is one piece of nature’s wonderful puzzle that I could do with missing.
Dear Tulip loves to steal the water hyacinths from the pond and race around the yard in jubilant rebelliousness. She had a large turtle the other day but released it to me reluctantly when I asked.