Susan and the Three Deer

First thing, there were five deer.

One day this past June, Susan, hone alone, spied deer in our yard.

I documented our last cervine visitation in A MidWinter Herd.

This visitation seemed purely for her.

So taken was she, she photographed. I suppose because photography and paint are her visual art fields of choice.

More a videographer, me.

And still, enjoy.

 

Rabbits are Billy Preston Fans

The Wild, as most know, loves music.

Music is loved because The Wild is full of music. Not just the calls of animals but their movement as well. Not just the wind in the trees but the leaves budding, the bark hardening, the sunlight nourishing. Not just the waters in their courses but the rocks they wash over, the paths they carve out.

And, of course, good tunes.

We’re always playing music and it’s fascinating to learn which critters like which music.

Rabbits, it seems, tend to pay attention to Billy Preston.

Don’t know why. Haven’t asked.

I appreciate their taste, though.

Long ago I would go out at night with my clarinet and alto sax. About five minutes playing in, eyes would ring from out of the woods. Soon I’d hear rustling as four-legged things hustled back and forth. Soon a coyote or two would come forward, then another, then another and another, and together we’d all sing.

Glorious.

I wonder if Billy Preston needs a partner?

 

Strutting to Bach

Sometimes I want to get Susan’s attention.

A special kind of attention (wink wink, nudge nudge).

That’s when I strut.

Our neighbors can tell when I’m a’struttin’ because they hear Susan laughing hysterically.

Yeah, I’m a good strutter.

But I’m nothing compared to these fine young chaps.

Especially when they be a’struttin’ to Bach.

Susan really gets a treat when I be a’struttin’ to Bach.

You can tell by her gasps of joy.

Or laughter.

No problems. I’ll take what I can get.

You?

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Samuel

They only come out at night (with all due apologies to The Edgar Winter Group).

Truth is, our coyote come out fairly often. Mostly late afternoons into evening, granted, but often.

This is fine with us.

One of the habits of denning coyote is foraging at night when most reasonable Two-Leggers are asleep or at least safely tucked indoors.

Not so us.

The Wild knows we are not reasonable Two-Leggers.

So it is with Samuel, a handsome and robust father of (we suspect) at least two.

We make sure Samuel has something for his pups.

It’s not our job to preserve The Wild.

But we do attempt to maintain balance. There are many more Two-Leggers who are not willing to share.

You’re not one, are you?

And if you’re not willing to share, you’re not willing to share because…?

 

Turkeys Keep Nature’s Time

Last night it was raccoons, today it’s turkeys.

Not that we mind, of course.

You’ve heard of “Tiptoe through the Tulips”? You haven’t lived ’till you’ve boxstepped through the turkey turds.

But such is of little concern. We have a healthy flock. Another gathering of The Wild made it through Winter and into Spring (this video is from March 2021).

And through the completely idiotic and human-made time change from standard to daylight savings.

As I’ve written many times and said in many places, don’t save the world, save ourselves. The first step would be paying more attention to and working with Nature’s rhythms.

Turkeys do.

Doesn’t seem to bother them. At all.