Apparently there’s a family of foxes living in my mother’s backyard. My brother Tim got some cute pictures of the kits. I don’t know if Billy The Exterminator makes house calls to Maine, but at the very least it’s time to call the local animal control officer. Having happy woodland creatures stop by for a visit is one thing, but when they move in for keeps it’s usually bad news for everyone, including the happy woodland creatures.
This is our neighborhood turkey. He has been in our yard a couple of times, but we see him all around our neighborhood. He usually appears when we’ve had rainy weather, so I’m a little surprised we haven’t seen him more recently. What always amazes me about wild turkeys is how completely unafraid they seem to be of people and/or cars. On the morning I took that picture, he walked right up in front of the car, and even as I slowly drove past him he showed no signs of fleeing.
On warm days, I often leave my car windows open when it is parked in our driveway, and Harry likes to climb into the car and nap there. One morning as Charlotte and I were leaving to take her to school, I caught him trying to sneak back out and got this photo. Since Maynard died, Harry has become an almost exclusively outdoor cat. He’ll even go outside in the pouring rain of his own volition. I had been calling him into the house at bedtime, but recently he started waking me up at 3:00 a.m. to let him back outside, so now I just leave him out.
Here’s a clip of a couple of morning news anchors in Michigan freaking out when a raccoon wandered into their studio through the open loading dock door:
