Living in suburbia with protected
wetlands nearby provides a myriad
of entertainment. Over the years we
have had strange, unexpected encounters.
The big fat frog in the flowerpot
or little bunnies scampering hither and fro,
eating us out of our vegetable garden.
Dancing deer eyeing the two apples
hanging on the trees and in an instant
gone. Not as easily seen as smelled are
the skunks. The talk of the neighborhood
was the rabid red fox in daytime.
Our front step provides shelter and
housing for the chipmunks. As he worked in the yard,
my husband mentioned a garter snake.
I don’t miss its slithering.
having grown up in Massachusetts with
them and larger ones in Colorado. Most recently,
our bird population has multiplied.
Nothing quite as lovely as birdsong.
If only I could speak their language!
Birds are housed now in new abodes
which they seem to discover rather quickly.
Nature never disappoints. So much joy!