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Musings on wild life: February 1.18

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Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit!

That, as you may remember, was my mother’s incantation on the first of every month. I’m not sure why except for the twelve rabbits’ feet involved.

I am not enamored of rabbits, as you know if you’ve read my blog for a while. They are the garden’s Visigoths and nothing can withstand their onslaught. Here, in the wee hours of one winter morning, by the light of the lamppost, I spotted one of their kind. It was huge. And obviously reconnoitering. Duly noted, you furry pig!

I am equally not enamored of Canadian geese, as you also know from my blog. They, however, are enamored of this retention pond. Why Mother Nature, who came up with the song of the lark and the wren, invented the honk of the goose is explainable only in terms of her caustic sense of humor.

Then, of course, the ants. Oh, they keep on a-comin’. At first in my desk. Now along the baseboard and up through the furnace vent in the dining room. Yesterday I was out in the cold mud dousing the side of my new house with Home Defense. In January? Really?

Having lived in California, I know about ants, which there put earthquakes to shame in terms of intimidation. They come like an undertow and pull you to your knees.

But this is Indiana, which, though definitely ant-ridden, usually doesn’t let the little rotters out mid-winter.

And have you ever noticed how observing ants can make you itch?

Rabbit, rabbit, rabbit, dear reader!

 

6 thoughts on “Musings on wild life: February 1.18

  1. I apologize because I did have to laugh at your description of the onslaught of furry pigs, honking geese, and creepy crawlies. No one, especially you should have to deal with all three at one time. I’m pulling for you and know that you’ll get a handle on the creepy crawlies. The furry pigs and honking geese, well, probably not so much. 🙂 For several years, we had a wonderful, friendly pet rabbit, Herbert Menninger. He didn’t bother anyone because he lived in his house or his gardening house outdoors. I miss that little guy. 🙂

    • Oh, a pet rabbit! Now that’s a hare of a different color! And why does the name “Herbert Menninger” sound familiar? I see some googling in my future. You are permitted to laugh because that’s a laugh of empathy. And you are probably right, doggone it, that I’ll get some kind of influence over the ants before I have any kind of influence over those infernal rabbits and geese. Phoo on ’em.

  2. I’ll take rabbits and Canada geese over ants any day!

  3. I’m with you on the fact that looking at ants makes you itch… to be honest, thinking about looking at ants does too. My sweetheart’s truck sometimes gets them, probably because he has a garden in it. He seems to regard them benevolently as fellow travellers.

    Geese are a bit scary – I always remember the Romans used them as guard dogs, which isn’t reassuring if you need to approach. I do like rabbits though. Some little ones charmed me grazing on the grass between the pavement at Manchester airport and the car park a few evenings ago. The rabbits had not landed up in an ideal or scenic spot, but they were making the most of it.

    You gave me a turn because when you wrote “Phoo on ’em”, I first read “Poo on ’em” (being unfamiliar with Phoo).

    • Sorry about that turn! Actually, poo works just as well. But I’m glad you now know phoo, a very handy expletive. I have no doubt that geese are far more formidable than dogs as guards –can you just picture some Roman centurion ordering a phalanx of mean geese around in Latin? I have a dim memory of a blog or two about your sweetheart’s truck. I can only marvel at the patience of anyone who regards ants as fellow travelers. But I think I’d rather not ride in the truck.

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