Beryl the Community Organizer

To dine among friends. Even the Two-Legged kind.

Ah, Beryl. First mentioned in Hecate and The Munching Wallendas (and I’ll have to show you soon how they’ve grown) and then in his own post, Beryl the Rabbit, we have more of Beryl.

I would have posted about our resident WildLife sooner and I’ve been busy with a final rewrite of The Augmented Man before sending off to the publisher (it’s due out in 25 Jul 2019).

So it goes for us two-leggers. Commitments sometimes cramp our style.

Not so The Old Ones.

Definitely not so with Beryl (sorry, still no video of Berylia. We have seen Berylina and possibly Beryt, though).

Beryl, we’ve discovered, is quite the community organizer. Whenever and wherever Beryl dines, others gather for the conversation, the gossip, the fun, the laughter (at Two-Legs expense, no doubt), and the good times in general.

At first we thought Beryl was channeling Noah. All the others seem to appear in twos.

Didn’t last long though.
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Hecate and The Munching Wallendas

Table for five, please.

Remember Hecate? Remember her kits?

There are few things as joyful as entertaining a troop of raccoons. One year we had four mothers and their kits, nineteen racoons in all, in our backyard.

It was wonderful.

We still have near nightly munchings in our backyard. Sometimes we have late afternoon munchings. Hecate always comes first and most forward, although as the kits mature they get bolder. None have walked over my feet or nibbled my toes yet and there’s still time.

 
You may also remember Beryl. I mentioned that we probably also had a Berylia. I thought I’d seen Berylia. There was a rabbit that seemed slightly smaller than Beryl but such evidence is hearsay and not admissible in court.

Yesterday afternoon, when I went out to feed Hecate and her kits – their names, by the way; Festus, Jules, Verne and ‘Tricia (not an abbreviation of Patricia, simply ‘Tricia, thank you, please) I saw Berylia and Beryl. No videos yet. Hecate took exception to their munching clover while her kits were close by.

So it goes. The joys of motherhood.

You never know, though…they might be wascally wabbits.

Beryl the Rabbit

What’s up, Two-Legger?

Our menagerie continues to grow.

Or their menagerie continues to grow. It depends on one’s point of view…

Anyway, meet Beryl The Rabbit (note that it is “Rabbit”, not “Bunny”. He scoffed at “Bunny”). Beryl showed up about a week ago, sitting calmly in our backyard, muching clover and other assorted greenleaf delicacies. We brought out some carrots. They were inspected then ignored.

Bugs this is not.

I believe we also have a Berylia out back. Few rabbits exist solo in the wild and it’s obvious Beryl has a warren by his (or their) comings and goings.

There’s also speculation that Beryl may be young. Years ago we had a rabbit hop through and you’d’ve sworn it was Harvey based on its size. I kept waiting for Jimmy Stewart to come through and offer me a martini (sorry, I’m a Scotch drinker).

Regarding size, the second video shows Beryl being occulted by Webster, one of our many squirrels.

The Chuckster

He’s been here longer than we have, we thinks.

It’s been a while since I wrote about our backyard residents. They’ve been around, I’ve been busy.

Hecate, last year’s racoon mother, is showing up once again, daily. We know she has kits, she’s not deigned to share them with us yet. No pics yet.

Her three surviving kits from last year, Sheldon, Veronica and Porgy, come by nightly and wait for me. It’s interesting to recognize that racoon memory spans years, like ours, and that they remember me from one season to the next, through their winter nocturnes, and associate me with…goodness? Food, definitely, and easy to get food at that.
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