New one
Saw something new to me this morning.
Garfield was eating on the rear porch. A very large bird flew, in from the left banked and settled 15 ft from the porch. I thought at firstit was a Golden Eagle after Garfield. It was a Vulture. Seeing me at the door it apparently abandoned it's planned attack, or it could have wanted Garfield's food.
Between squirrels, racoons, rats, unknown critters, and vultures, and hawks and eagles I may start getting up early and sitting on the proch with a .22. Got lie traps out for whatever is making a mess on the concrete. Don't know what kind of traps to use for the snakes, that like to use garage door tracks to scrape skins off, during thee day. I don't mind them being around but don't want them net to the house. No wonder the Turkeys are staying away on the hillsides.
Dakota has settled in and playing with tennis is his past time. Left him outside yesterday to go antiquing. got a nice Pillsbury cookie jar, about 50 years old. When we came back he whimpered a note or two glad to see us or afraid of the critters, in the woods? Worried he has become too dependent. He never gets 6 inches from my side.
Happy Trails
Garfield was eating on the rear porch. A very large bird flew, in from the left banked and settled 15 ft from the porch. I thought at firstit was a Golden Eagle after Garfield. It was a Vulture. Seeing me at the door it apparently abandoned it's planned attack, or it could have wanted Garfield's food.
Between squirrels, racoons, rats, unknown critters, and vultures, and hawks and eagles I may start getting up early and sitting on the proch with a .22. Got lie traps out for whatever is making a mess on the concrete. Don't know what kind of traps to use for the snakes, that like to use garage door tracks to scrape skins off, during thee day. I don't mind them being around but don't want them net to the house. No wonder the Turkeys are staying away on the hillsides.
Dakota has settled in and playing with tennis is his past time. Left him outside yesterday to go antiquing. got a nice Pillsbury cookie jar, about 50 years old. When we came back he whimpered a note or two glad to see us or afraid of the critters, in the woods? Worried he has become too dependent. He never gets 6 inches from my side.
Happy Trails
