That’s the thing that we love most about living on the lake. We awake each morning, wondering what new “friends” will visit our home today. Every spring and summer, we play landlord to a family of swallows and get to watch (and sometimes help) them raise their young. By the time those baby birds fly, I feel as if they’re part of the family.
Same thing with the cardinals and doves, finches and sparrows, herons, ducks, pelicans, and all the other great birds with which we share this space. But it’s not just birds.
One night I was awakened by noises at the door that goes from the bedroom to the patio. Was someone trying to break in? Sure, enough, when I flicked on the outdoor light, there he was, in a black mask. Yep, it was a raccoon, rummaging through the patio trash can for remnants of food from our last patio party.
One day, we found a baby bunny in the pool. We rescued it and put it in the garden; it revived and hopped away. We even had a mouse living in the garden for a while. Then we stopped seeing it – but we had a new visitor, a lovely red tailed hawk.
Usually the creatures that pass through our yard are wild things – but a few days ago we looked out the back window to find that we had acquired a dog. It was one of those little things with lots of hair in its face – that’s all we knew at the time. We figured it would go away, and it did, but then it came back. And came running to greet us like old long-lost friends.
I checked it over and discovered there was no tag, and it was a female. We put a sign in the yard saying “Found small dog” in case someone was driving around, looking for her. By night time, no one had come for her and she hadn’t left, so we fed her and put a box on the porch with a blanket. Next morning, she was curled up in the box.
Reluctantly, I called animal control, knowing if I had lost my dog, that’s where I would go to look. They came out and got her, and she went to the A/C man eagerly – it seems everyone is her friend. Now we find ourselves missing her … and calling her “Maggie.” If the owners don’t claim her and she goes up for adoption after the five day waiting period, we just might go get her back.
Here are some photos I took while she was here, of our latest little friend to wander through our lives:
If she belongs to you, please go to the pound and get her back. I’m sure she misses you terribly.