Category Archives: Critters

Yard Food

Fat mourning doves took breakfast in my yard today; their feathers flashed a rim of white as they enfolded landing air. It’s hard to miss how much they walk like chickens, sight like pigeons, look like dinner on short legs. … Continue reading

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Musca Moribunda

The trellis will be sieged in hungry bees in 18 days or so, and by late May I’ll hear the whine mosquitos make, that wheeze of wings that keeps me tense and sleep at bay. Some months ahead come spiders … Continue reading

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Nurslings

I met twin newborn kids a few weeks back, who wobbled round an hour after birth on sturdy knobby legs. Their coats were black and white, their eyes alert upon the earth; they walked unaided to their nourishment. Precociously capricious … Continue reading

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Profiles in the Yard

The squirrels are the vandals in the yard. I used to think them cute, until I caught them digging holes to nowhere: no regard for shoots or seedlings. And you know I thought the cats were fine the neighbors loved … Continue reading

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Butterfly

A butterfly is never old or strong. She greets the world as worm upon a leaf, and inches through beginning in the long phase of herself: a fuzzy garden thief. She rests awhile cased in her cocoon, suspended senseless while … Continue reading

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A White Opossum

Opossums frequent here. Among the skunks and squirrels and raccoons with ugly feet, marsupials are found. They’re making bunks beneath my porch and boardwalk: urban suite of fauna sharing time beyond my door, and not a problem looking for a … Continue reading

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Murder

Bertilda is furious. That’s an apt adjective; the old woman is mad. She has spent most of her life being angry. She’s in her mid-80s now, regularly misplacing her memory, her cat, and her keys. She could be a model … Continue reading

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