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Monday, June 30, 2008


Living in the heart of suburbia, albeit only a mile or so from the Boston city limit, you would think that our wildlife would consists of skunks, squirrels, and perhaps a raccoon or two. You would be wrong. For some reason, the wildlife around here gets more and more prolific each year. In our quiet little burb we've had moose, coyotes, more wild turkeys than could feed the town at Thanksgiving, deer, and foxes. I'm just waiting for our first bear or cougar to wander into town. After all, if a moose can visit Bloomingdales, we're due for a nice bear to come a'calling.

I love wildlife. I have a real issue with those people that want to shoot to kill anything that isn't named Sweetums and has a jeweled collar. We've got our share of these kinda folks right here in town. My feeling is, live and let live. After all, who's habitat did we take? Who was here way before us? The little furry animals, that's who. With their cute little faces and their fluffy tails. What's not to love.

I'll tell you what's not to love. Certain furry fellows that live in our very yard with their large, and getting larger by the second, families. Oh, they're cute all right. And they look like they need a nice cuddle. But the fact is... they're out to get you. They are the outlaws of the back yard, and I cry "foul". Or "shooo"... what ever will make them take off for parts unknown.

This is the creature I'm talking about. He's an eating and breeding machine. We have an adorable family of seven to which he belongs. They live right behind our house in the bushes. They have no fear of Worthless Pet, who is too old to chase them. He's got the whole "live and let live thing" going with the desperado.

To protect us from his evil deeds I have to sit out at dusk and discourage his wanderings. For he will attack all that is near and dear to me. That will not due. I don't care if his cousins are Flopsy, Mopsy and Cottontail, Peter the Desperado needs to find a new family to terrorize.

But man, isn't he just the cutest?

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Blogger Daisy said...

Peter the Desperado -- great name! We have three in the backyard right now, and they're the reason my garden is fenced. Don't tell the neighbors (their hedge was ruined by bunnies), but we fed them during the record-setting winter. La Petite names them and stalks them with her camera.

30/6/08 11:52 AM  

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