Ok, this is now two posts in a row that I’m writing about the
wildlife in my backyard. I’ve been a bit fixated on what’s happening in the
backyard with all the birds, squirrels, and other critter types. It’s something
I can stare at and it helps calm me, kinda like meditating without having to
find someplace quiet, which just doesn’t happen around here unless the mad
spaniel is out with the DH. This week it’s about the solitary doe who’s been
roaming my suburb neighborhood. I kinda feel bad for her being so alone (I can
relate) but she seems to like our furry kids so maybe she’s made friends with
others, too.
She appears to be fascinated with the mad spaniel. Last week
Penny was racing back and forth along one side of the chain link fence and the
doe, I call her Betty was watching. The name Betty is probably because the
local PBS has been running Simon and Garfunkel’s concert in Central Park all
summer. Something else that can calm me until all that pledge stuff starts. I’m
like all calm and drowsy and the next think you know there’s someone hawking
cds and asking for money, so thanks PBS for never running it without pledge
breaks. The name Betty is from that Paul Simon song, You can call me Al, which
has been stuck in my head and is making it crazier (which isn’t something good).
I know... now I passed on the song worm ...
you’re welcome.
So Betty slowly walks over to the fence staring at the mad
spaniel like she’s the most interesting thing around. Maybe to a deer she was
or maybe she just couldn’t believe how insane this dog must be to zoom back and
forth and not bark. I came outside with Matty and she still just stood there
staring at all of us. The next day the DH was by the shed in the backyard when he
looked over at the compost pile and there was Betty not more than a yard away
from him going thru the corn husks I tossed there the night before. She’s way
too tame.
It’s not just Penny and the DH that Betty gets up close with.
I’ve actually seen her touch noses with the cat, weird huh?! Made me wish I had
a cell phone on me to get a quick pic. I don’t cause I hate all phones (not
kidding, I really do and it’s not because of all the annoying sales calls and
robo calls, well maybe a little it is). Matty doesn’t seem to be interested in
her at all. He stares but it’s like , hey it’s no big deal it’s just some weird
huge dog thing.
Betty’s looking a whole lot healthier now than when she
first showed up back in the spring. Guess living off my garden and probably
every other one in the area has helped fatten her up. I find odd that she eats
the bean leaves and vines but doesn’t seem to touch the ones with the green beans
hanging from them. She does eat my pepper plants, even the hot ones.
The DHand I have a bet on if she will stick around this
winter. I say if she keeps walking down the road a car will come around the
blind corner by our yard and we’ll find one very dead deer on the hillside. He thinks she’ll end up in some one’s freezer because we live on the border of a
township that allows hunting. But maybe she’ll take notice that hunting season
is approaching (and it ain’t Elmer Fudd hunting wabbits she has to worry about)
and she’ll stay on our side of the township line and find herself a nice buck
because I really don’t think Andy is her type.
