Wildlife at Home
We just returned from working on the new house. Again. With yet another project where we didn’t quite know what we were doing and didn’t quite have all the right equipment. So by the end of the evening we were both hot, sweaty, tired, and more than a little snippy. Will wanted to check to make sure our internet connection had been activated before we took off so I wandered around the house trying to generate a bit of breeze. I happened to glance out the back window and discovered we had a visitor.
No, it wasn’t the dogs from next door, nor was it any sort of adorable baby animal like the ones that seem to grace bugsandbrooms. Actually, it was pretty cute but somehow skunks never quite fall into the cuddly category. We were going to take a picture but were afraid that the flash might set off a spray reaction. So we just watched him (her?) waddle around and drink out of the plant saucer that had collected rainwater.
I think skunks are a pretty perfect example of my feelings about wildlife in general. They’re very cute and very interesting but I’m nervous about having them too close to my personal space, for fear they might infringe on my comfort zone. I feel a bit ashamed to admit it but it’s the truth. Should we be protecting bears and bobcats? Absolutely! Do I want one living in my backyard? Uh, no, not really. Yet another dilemma in the life of an environmentalist. Still, I’m pretty psyched to have a skunk in my backyard and if the day comes that I get a stinky spray of nastiness for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, at least it will make an excellent story.
Arduous recently helped set up an
I just got back from dropping my parents off at the Crawfordsville train station so they can take Amtrak to Vancouver and now I’m dreaming of train travel. Actually, I’ve been thinking about it since last weekend when I visited my friend Scott. He lives and works at
August is rapidly approaching and the summer harvest bounty is rolling in. Alas, my gardening efforts this year have been pretty minimal. I planted a pot with three Riesenstraube cherry tomato plants and two bigger pots with some sort of hybrid variety that Mike gave me that are supposed to taste like grapes. I’m still a bit befuddled as to why anyone would develop tomatoes that taste like grapes but I am also intrigued. The Riesenstraubes started to form fruit last week but then they went unwatered for three days… I believe they’ll recover but it’s going to be a late harvest.
I’m sorry for all of the late and low-content posts, but the end is in sight! We plan to put up trim and paint over the next two days and move into the house this weekend. And not a moment too soon. We’re getting pretty tired of being stretched between two (or more, with house-sitting) places.
This is Henry, one of the four dogs we are watching this week. They are all very sweet and generally mild-mannered but we have noticed that Henry is special. Henry is a weed-eating dog.