So, it finally happened: The local critters have ganged up on me.
Last week I had rolled our garbage carts out to the curb and retreated to the house to wash my hands and grab my morning cup of tea to enjoy on our front porch. About fifteen minutes later, I heard the distinctive sound of a garbage cart being rolled over asphalt. And we don’t have neighbours who live close enough to interfere with our garbage carts.
I craned my neck. Sure enough, a big black bear was batting our kitchen waste cart around, about a hundred yards away.
I jumped up and yelled, “HEY BEAR! GET LOST!”
The bear glanced up and a thought-bubble appeared above its head: “Why is that annoying little creature disturbing my breakfast-to-be?”
Since my primary goal is to not die of my own stupidity, I didn’t press the point in person. Instead I got into my car and drove to the front gate, where I bravely honked the horn from behind our 8-foot deer fence. The bear ambled off into the forest, and after a respectful pause I scooted out to retrieve our garbage cart (fortunately bear-proof) and replace it at the curb. But I’m pretty sure the bear was the master of that situation.
The next marauding critters were robins. The cheap plastic mesh we used to protect our strawberries two years ago has rotted away, so we’re constructing a new permanent enclosure with chicken wire. But we’re behind schedule, so the ripening berries are unprotected. I’ll say no more; and simply refer you to my post from two years ago: https://blog.dianehenders.com/2019/06/12/flipped-off-by-the-bird/. It’s an exact repeat.
I wasn’t surprised by the behaviour of the bear and the birds, but the crowning insult of my week was being bested by a bunny.
After discovering that some of our newly-emerged beans and sunflowers had been nipped off by bunny teeth, I deployed a rabbit fence around the garden. I was short on time so I shoved the posts into the ground by hand and strung a two-foot-high barrier of chicken wire between them. It was wimpy, but I figured it was strong enough to stop a not-too-determined rabbit.
And it was. No more rabbit problems.
But the bunnies got the last laugh: A couple of days ago I was striding across the garden with my attention elsewhere and my gaze fixed on the horizon. Moments later I was doing a graceful slow-motion faceplant when the damn-near-invisible rabbit fence tackled me around the knees.
On the bright side, I was lucky my makeshift posts weren’t solidly rooted. I easily broke my fall with my hands in the soft earth, and the only injury was to my dignity. Plus, I made an important discovery at the same time.
Science tells us that rabbits don’t vocalize, except for a truly horrifying scream when they’re attacked. Well, science is wrong.
’Cause I distinctly heard a rabbit laughing.
Anybody else have run-ins with rabbits? Or do things like that only happen to me?
Book News: Book 16 is available in paperback now! If you’re interested, purchasing links are available on my Books page. And Book 17 is swirling around in my brain. No formal plotting yet, but it’s slowly taking shape. Stay tuned…