Spring Kits

We’re happy to report Hyacinth and her kits made it through another winter. They woke pretty much on schedule and came for their…umm…dinner?

A bit late for breakfast or lunch.

Unless they’re working 3rd shift.

Which is possible. Raccoons are usually nocturnal. At least around here. Except when they’re preggers and/or nursing. Either one, they come around for a good helping of protein and fat (dog food and peanuts).

We’re happy to be of service.

The Wild gives so much.

 

A MidWinter Herd

There are some blessings…that leave one wordless. Not quite speechless (that would truly be a blessing) but wordless.

The Wild finds ways to delight and amaze even when one’s delight and amaze buttons are exhausted.

Here, a herd of deer came to visit. They stayed quite a while.

We are blessed.

 

Toms Go for Annie, Too

Not long after we videoed A MidWinter Flock Strutting to Annie Lennox, we were pleased to see some Toms get in on the action.

They no doubt heard the womens were getting some good listening in and didn’t want to be left out.

You know how turkey are.

But the mens are a bit shyer than the womens.

Pity.

Consider all that good listening they didn’t get.

Not to mention, being typical males, they insisted the women leave with them.

I tell you, guys ruin all the fun.

 

A MidWinter Flock Strutting to Annie Lennox

Turkeys, regardless of the season, are wondrous.

This is posted in early July but the video is from February, hence MidWinter.

This is a small flock compared to our usual turkeying. Could be due to the season, could be due to the construction on the other side of our woods, could be not all turkeys are fans of Anne Lennox.

We are. Fans. Amazing voice. Can’t understand a word she says when she’s talking but gosh can she sing.

The turkeys don’t mind if she talks.

So long as she does sing.

They gobble her up.

 

Opanina

Opanina the Opossum needs food.

All animals forage, and we tend towards kindness to The Old Ones when we’re able.

It’s that “pay it forward” thing we do.

The Wild brings us such joy due to its simplicity.

All things are in balance.

Until Man appears.

Man does not understand balance.

I’ve previously mentioned the construction going on the far side of our wood, most recently in They ain’t tiny little raccoons no more and The Flock.

Said construction is affecting our little piece of The Wild. More creatures show up daily, often multiple times each day, foraging for anything we might leave about.

Whatever we do leave about is gone quickly.

And there are squabbles now. There always were and they were seldom and few. Now we hear them daily.

It is birthing time and there are young ones to feed; Raccoon, Opossum, Coyote, Rabbit, and others.

It is not our duty to feed them all. It is our pleasure to do what we can.

For The Wild.