Showing posts with label adopted. Show all posts
Showing posts with label adopted. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

ADOPTED, I HOPE.


A few years back I had my yard registered as Certified For Wildlife and it has been an interesting panorama of wildlife frequenting my small acreage. Mostly they come for the water. I have had deer, cougar, bobcat, fox, raccoon, squirrel, owl, bat and various cats and dogs stop in to have a drink.   Over the last couple of weeks I’ve seen this chicken pecking about. She is bantam of a mixed breed. During my 40 year marriage, we had chickens in every yard we had until this particular spot. The hawks came by and gobbled up my last 17 chickens as we were moving here.  I never replaced them. I never cooped them, either, they were always free range. And this little bitty seems to have survived the predators on her own. My kind of gal.
I know she must belong to somebody, but she seems to have adopted my place. She isn’t wildlife. I don’t feed her. One neighbor down the way may be her owner and I’ll check with him, but, chances are, she is going to stay.  And, I hope she does. Karen’s cat took a swipe at her, but she just ignored him and Wiley just doesn’t know what to make of a bird that isn’t afraid of him.


The woodpeckers that regularly meet on my power pole and I had a conference, and they agree with me. She is here to stay. (I hope.)

Saturday, February 21, 2009

SEX IN THE COUNTRY

My neighbor, Karen Phillips, adopted two cats, sister and brother from the same litter. They’ve been growing in leaps and bounds and she decided it was time to have Wiley, the male fixed. When she returned with Wiley, his sister would have nothing to do with him in his altered state. She hissed at him and swatted him away from her. She hissed him away from the water dish and food, “No, no, no! You are useless to me now”, she seemed to say.
Karen determined that her female is probably pregnant at four months old… by brother Wiley. I guess that is what you call Sex in the Country.
Me-ouch!