When Mom or I walk across the
back hallway we find the chickens rushing towards the top end of their yard and
they congregate in the corner waiting for us to come out and give them
treats. They are ever hopeful. When they realize we aren’t going outdoors
they slowly go back to pecking for bugs, grass and other appetizing things in
nature.
Our other “girls”, the bees hum
around the last of the petunias, docile and simply minding their own
business. They are quite different in
nature from wasps or even bumble bees and will only sting as a last
resort. So far we haven’t had to deal
with that. They are small and quite
pretty. It’s a pleasure to watch them go
from flower to flower searching for pollen or nectar.
After much fighting our little
female cat Kitsy seems to have mellowed the boys down somewhat. They still enjoy snarling at each other but
there hasn’t been a cat fight in several months so we are hoping that peace
will reign over the winter. We are not
entirely optimistic enough to allow Kitsy free ranging during the night, she
resides in the sunroom in her own cozy little apartment bed.
Then we have one of Mom’s
favorites, the magpies. She calls them
her Maggie-doodles and she really spoils them.
Frequently if I go to the fridge for a midnight snack I will discover
that the food is gone, having been thrown to the magpies. I resign myself to Mom’s soft devotion to
those pesky scavengers but truth be told, I can’t really be too harsh.
The animal world is full of
humour and action and we are lucky enough to have the time to observe and
enjoy. How lucky is that?
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