wordsfromanneli

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A Party, You Say?

Yes, wake up Mr.Raccoon. It’s Canada’s 150th birthday party. Imagine! 150 years!

But I’m so cozy up in the crook of this big tree. Will I have to come down to join the party? I saw a dog down there on the ground.

C’mon down, Rocky. We can play party games.

Don’t worry about Emma. She can’t climb. You can watch the celebrations from the safety of your tree. Just enjoy the wonders of living in this great country. Smile, be happy, be grateful.

Well, if you put it that way, of course. I can have my own little party up here in the tree. Plenty of room on this raccoon tree rest. So let’s get the party rolling. Sorry, Emma. I don’t like playing tag with dogs, but would ya bring me a beer, eh? And Happy Canada Day!

 


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Let them eat cake

Is this what they meant by “Little House on the Prairie”? Maybe this house is just a bit too little.

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Credit where credit is due, this photo was taken by the Captain with his little Fujipix. Photography is not his number one passion so I was surprised at the sky condition and general composition he captured.

We started to wonder about the little house. It has two windows and a door, so maybe someone, like a farmhand, might have lived in it temporarily. But maybe its main purpose was something else. I’ll never know the answer.

The present owner thinks it might date to around the 1930s. He said the previous owner used to put cake in it. We were a bit confused about that until we asked more about the cake. Apparently cake is what they call the pellets that are used to supplement the cattle feed in the winter.

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He said that when he was younger, raccoons used to visit this little house to eat the “cake” and then sleep in the attic. There was a small square cut out of the attic for access and it was a scary moment when the young fellow and his friends dared each other to stick their head up into the attic.

One thing I know for sure about this little house, is that the prevailing wind comes from the west.


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They’re Coming out of the Woodwork

The day after the bandidos visited and were treed by our dogs, I thought calm was restored in the neighbourhood, but it was not to be. Emma, the self-appointed yard supervisor, gave a few barks and stopped. I looked out the window and saw nothing. No one that needed barking at was passing by the house. I went back to my work. She barked again. I looked again. She doesn’t bark just for the fun of barking. She knows that’s not allowed. After the fourth time, I went outside to see what was up.

She caught my attention and then ran to the side of the yard and sat by the fence, looking up, as if she had something to show me. (Reminded me of Lassie trying to tell her owners that Timmy fell down the well.)

Ruby, her assistant supervisor, also sat by the fence and looked up. I couldn’t see anything, and they turned to me with a desperate pleading look before pointing their noses back up into the forest above us. So I did a CSI thing. I followed the path of their line of sight and it led me straight to a huge fir tree in the neighbours’ yard. At first I saw nothing, but then a furry creature moved.

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They’re ba-a-ack! But only one this time.

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This was not one of the two who were up a tree the day before. If you go back to compare this one to the raccoons on the “Bandidos” post, you’ll see that one of the original bandidos had a tattered right ear and a gash on the left side of his lip.His buddy had a milky right eye.  The lone raccoon pictured here has none of those identifying marks. He has a piece missing out of his left ear, and a gash on the right side of his lip. So there are at least three of the critters in the area just now.

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It seems that they’re coming out of the woodwork. I’m glad we don’t have chickens.


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Bandidos

A couple of nights ago, the perimeter light came on outside our bedroom at 5 a.m. I leaped out of bed and peeked out the window. A raccoon was hurrying across the lawn to the safety of the hedge and climbed the fence. No time for me to get the camera. In about three seconds, the show was over.

But it seems that the masked bandit and his wife have moved into the area and, although they’re mostly nocturnal, they were caught out in broad daylight by the backyard supervisors, Ruby and Emma, who promptly chased the intruders up the nearest tree.002a

“Just come up here and say that,” he taunts Emma. But then things get a little too busy when Anneli comes out with the camera and it’s time to put some distance between himself and the people and their dogs.015a

“What?! You’re still there? Can’t a raccoon have a little privacy?” He looks down to a lower branch. ” Are you okay down there, dear?” he calls to his wife.

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“I’m just lying low, pretending I’m not here,” she says.

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I have mixed feelings about the raccoons. They look really cute and they eat those beetle larvae that I hate so much, and I don’t care if they dig up the lawn to get at them.

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But they are also nest robbers, and that breaks my heart.

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Sadder still, is the cruelty of nature. The raccoons are often heard screeching and fighting ferociously with each other at this time of year (probably over a girl), and it looks like these two have both had bad luck. If you go back and look more closely you’ll see that they each have injuries. The first one (top of the page) has a gash on the left side of his jaw and a piece of his ear missing, and his wife (I think that’s a female) is blind in the one eye that is visible. I’m hoping the other eye is okay.

I wish I could help them feel better, but it’s not easy for people to interfere in a good way.


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Eagles Have to Eat too

When my friend Gladys and I went for a walk along the roads near Camp Homewood, she spotted this eagle. I was admiring the water on the other side of the road and would have missed this sight completely if she hadn’t spoken up. I grabbed for my camera and hoped that the battery was still good.

The eagle sat fairly still for quite a while, intent on eating his lunch, so I had time to study him. Notice the feathers on his legs? They’re fluffy and make his legs look bigger than they are, but even so, I think they are quite strong.

I must have interrupted his meal. He hasn’t swallowed that morsel in his beak.

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Gulp! Down the hatch it goes!

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Hmm…. Now let’s see …. What other parts are the tenderest?

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I was curious to see what the eagle was eating. I suspected a small deer, or a sea bird, but the ringtail told the story. A raccoon. Not a particularly big one, but a raccoon nonetheless.

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By coming closer and closer, we finally made the eagle too uncomfortable. He flew up into a stand of trees. He’s not taking his eye off his dinner though.

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When we walked by later in the day, the whole carcass was gone. Gladys said she had seen the eagle trying to lift it earlier but I suppose we interfered with his supper plans. Up in these trees for safety, he would still have a good view of his meal. Maybe we convinced him it would be wiser to take the rest of his dinner to a safer place to eat it.


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Big and Black

In the spring of the year, I’m always a bit nervous of letting my dogs, Emma and Ruby, out into the backyard in the early hours of dawn. I like to wait a little longer until more of the neighbours are up and around. Why? Because this is the time of year when we sometimes have visitors in the yard. Black bears have wandered through here several times over the years, and two weeks ago a raccoon was wrestling with my birdfeeder at 1:30 a.m. Cougar sightings are also the topic of conversation from time to time. Although I’ve never seen one in our yard, I’ve heard reports of them being very close by.

So this morning when my usually quiet Emma barked, I ran to see what was up. She seemed afraid to go near the fence and as she backed up,  she did her “I’m not afraid of you” bark. But her tail told the tale. She was afraid.

She was barking at something in the same place where, a few years ago, I had called one of our previous spaniels away from a black bear who was sitting just on the other side of the fence.

I hurried to call both dogs into the house and then went out to investigate.

Later, I made her pose for this picture, but she still kept her eye on the fence.

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I scanned the woods on the other side of the fenceline, looking for raccoons, cougars, or black bears, and then I saw it. Sure enough it was a big black….

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At first I thought it was a tent, but on looking more closely, I assumed it must be a load of firewood, covered with a black tarp.

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Emma still isn’t convinced that it won’t do her harm.