Last week a young turkey visited my backyard. I first spotted him/her at our bird feeder. Since this video was shot on my Kodak camera, the turkey stopped by three more times. No one has seen him/her in the past five days. Hopefully it met up with some fellow turkeys. But at least I have this video to remember him/her by. By the way, sorry for the shaking. I was getting eaten alive by some annoying mosquitoes.
Kitty Gray loves carrots. She always has. When Mom comes home from shopping, she immediately jumps up on the table in anticipation for that bag of cool carrots. What does you cat love?
Feeding wild birds is a great chance to learn about the bird species living in your community. I have two old apple trees growing in the back yard and every year Baltimore Orioles stop by to enjoy the apple blossoms. This year I went to Walmart and invested in an oriole feeder. Sadly the Baltimore Orioles never came to the feeder. Instead, a pair of Eastern Cat Birds took up residence. You never know what you’ll get when feeding birds in your back yard. And that’s what makes this hobby rewarding and fun.
This Memorial Day weekend I am camping. Before I left yesterday, I made sure to say bye to Kitty Gray. She hissed at me because she knew I was taking off. Today I called my Mom and she told me that Kitty Gray has been walking around the house apparently looking for me. People say how cats are independant and could care less about their people. But if that was the case, Kitty Gray wouldn’t be going out of her way to make me feel bad.
Yesterday I was sitting on my bed with Kitty Gray watching TV. She suddenly picked up her head and stared out the window. I thought it was Wild Thing, the beautiful wild kitty that hangs around the house. But it wasn’t Wild Thing at all. In fact it was a wild turkey walking my by window. I quickly went outside with my camera and took the pix below.
There were a total of three turkeys: two females and one male. I was really excited because this was the first tom turkey I ever seen.
You ever hear of the phrase “hell has no furry as a woman scorned”? Well, hell has no furry as my Kitty Gray scorned. This weekend was the first camping weekend of the season. I went up on Saturday and came home yesterday. It was only one night. My cat Kitty Gray seemed to know I was going out. She was so cuddly on Saturday. And when I was leaving, she kept rubbing up against me purring. Made me feel sooooo bad! Well when I came home she greeting me at the door. But that was all. When I went up to her to give her a hug, she hissed at me. She even turned her tail at me. This morning I was heading out for an interview with a temp agency. She just starred me down. She appears to be o.k. now but is still watching every move I make.
This morning my family and I were getting ready to go camping. The sky was overcast and it looked like rain was coming any second. But thankfully, the sky became clear and the sun started to shine. I nonchalantly looked out the kitchen window and what a nice surprise I got from Mother Nature. In our lilac bush sat the first orchard oriole and cedar waxwing of the season.
Tonight I was celebrating a new chapter in my life. Two weeks ago I gave notice at my job of 5 years and today was my last day. I am hoping to pursue my desire of writing, photography and public lectures about animals. I am blessed to have supportive parents and friends. My best friends who are also like Brother and Sister came by my house and we enjoyed a camp fire, pizza and Rum & Coke. You would think that the night couldn’t get any better. I was wrong.
About two hours into the camp fire I heard the sound a bats flying overhead; the first of the season. I have always loved and admired bats because they are Mother Nature’s insect repellants. What a great way to end a day.
A year ago the pet store I work at moved to a location that did not allow the sale of small animals. As a result, animals had to be placed in new homes immediately. I took in a small white lab mouse that was destined to be a snake’s dinner. I named him Lucky. For the first few months Lucky was a happy and friendly little guy spending lots of time running on his wheel. When I would clean his cage, I would put Lucky is a little ball so he could move around the house. He had a ball (ha ha). Anyways, about five months ago, Lucky started chewing on his right leg. Pretty soon his self inflicted wounds became infected and I took him to a vet that specialized in small animals. To make a long story short and after spending over five hundred dollars, Lucky was diagnosed with a form of skin cancer. This past Tuesday, Lucky passed away.
I’ve had several pet mice and rats and know all too well that these special little critters have a short life span. But in the year that I had him, Lucky gave me lots of joy. I will miss him and wish him well now that he can rest in peace…