Friday, May 26, 2017

Surrounded

A mystery is something of which we know that it is,
though we do not know how it is.
                           Joseph Cook


Living in the country has many perks. There is so much beauty that surrounds me every day. The thing that I have to admit gives me the most pleasure are those shows put on by the wildlife. Most days it would be only a small production but some days I luck out and it turns into a huge production of talent and viewing pleasure.

Most days when I drive down the lane in my tractor there is a red squirrel that tries to race me. I know that sounds strange, doesn’t it? It is true. The strangest thing would be that most times he/she will win. Four tiny little legs hop and jump and race over the cedar rails and wire holding it with I assume little horsepower.


You know horsepower is not only about real horses’ right? It is how they measure the speed and power of a multitude of vehicles. So, in saying that I would have to think this little red squirrel would have none. I think you can see where I am going with this right?

My tractor which I refer to as Little Red apparently has many horsepowers under the hood. If I was technical at all I would tell you how many. Since My Hero is not here to fill me in I am going to guess if only for the reason to make this story have a point. 100 horsepower motor. I know I am going to hear from those in the know but whatever I am not going to pretend that I know.


My point being is that the no horsepower cute little red squirrel racing on rails hopping over obstacles like prickly ash bushes and cedars, VERSUS 100 horsepower Little Red with no obstacles in the way. How is it possible that this little squirrel could beat me at all?  I guess I will never know.

Two days ago there was a huge raccoon in our front lawn. It was just wandering around checking out the long grass which needed to be cut. My first thought was if it was heading to the barn. We are not fans of coons in the barn as they tend to make a big mess. A few years ago we placed a radio in there and after some experimentation figured out that they absolutely hate Rock and Roll. Problem solved they have not been back in there. Could this new coon, have been a Rock and Roll fan?

 The next morning it was not in the barn as far as I could tell. My neighbour told me there is a coon’s nest full of babies in a tree across the road. I have a feeling that this had been their Mom and was shopping for food. I really have no idea how you can raise a family in a tree but I guess it is better than loud Rock and Roll.


Now, that same afternoon the coon was on my front lawn a wild turkey hen was strutting around the back yard. I do know there are lots of turkeys right now. One of them is nesting right beside the road under a black walnut tree. This makes me nervous for her and the eggs but there is nothing I can do. Nature takes care of her own most times. I learned long ago to not mess with nature.

I had hoped this was not that same turkey hen. She was quite content to pull the worms out of the semi-wet ground. I stood at the window with my camera and she looked at me with wonder. I know she knew I was watching. She probably sensed that I was not going to hurt her and felt comfortable.

Traffic started to bounce down our potholed dusty road as everyone was on their way home from their day jobs. One particular loud bang had me look out the front window. The coon was gone. It was a large truck that must have hit a pothole dead on. BANG and then again BANG.


When I went back to the back window the turkey hen was gone. Did she hop the fence or run across the raod and back to her eggs on the side of the road under the black walnut tree. I guess I will never know.


I have always liked mysteries and the wildlife around here keeps me entertained.

Surrounded by beauty and mystery; what could be better than that?

Later




11 comments:

  1. You have a point there with the little red squirrel not having horse power. I never thought of that before. No that squirrel doesn't even has pony power, lol.
    I was raised in the country and you are right. There are many perks.

    We're having rain today so it's an indoor type of day till it's time to go back to the barn. I have the wood stove going to take the dampness out of the house.

    Hugs, Julia

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  2. I think that all those of us who live in the country are so fortunate. :) I love to see wildlife too, the squirrels and birds amuse me often in the backyard. There always seems to be one little baby squirrel teasing the huskies...they tied and I made sure the ropes never reached the bird feeder. The baby squirrel seems to know this and torments them daily...Still though, even in this little village, we're not remote enough for my liking. My old place I had deer in the backyard, I want to get back to that kind of environment!

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  3. Nothing can be better than that...life in the country is a beautiful thing.

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  4. I have a little tale about a tiny black squirrel who somehow got in our house in Breckenridge while we're away at the beach. Luckily, Bob installed an indoor video security cam before we left, or we may not have realized we had an uninvited guest. A neighbor went in and set 3 humane traps, so now the squirrel is once again outdoors, where we hope it stays! I, too, love viewing the wildlife surrounding me. I do prefer when it stays outside!

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  5. Nature fills me with awe and wonder.
    I love your emerging poppy photos too.

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  6. There are many perks to living in the country. I have to admit that I love the silence most of all.

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  7. Horsepower was originally calculated by the number of horses used to pull a particular vehicle a certain length at a certain speed. For instance six horses could pull a carriage of a certain weight for a mile at xx speed, twelve horses could pull the same carriage the same mile at yy speed, so it was worked out that a more powerful motor would have a larger "horsepower" than a motor with less power. Car vs lawnmower for example.

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  8. Those poppies ready to pop photos are beautiful . . . my oh my . . .

    And this . . .
    I saved
    A mystery is something of which we know that it is,
    though we do not know how it is.
    Joseph Cook

    Wonderful post . . .

    Wonder about the
    loud bang
    and then Bang
    and then again, Bang

    Mysteries . . .

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  9. I often wonder which is better; The Beauty or The Mystery? Perhaps one could not exist with out the other in this wonderful world of nature.

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  10. I am a city gal, but my mum was a country gal and loved is she still loves the country but has now lived in Newie for most of her life being that she is now 77. Tim says he would love to live in outback Aus but I don't think he would if he tried it he likes having things like the bottlo close by and supermarket he also likes having his family around him

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  11. One of the best things about country living is the constant interaction with wildlife. Of course it can be exasperating sometimes (like when the coon is a vandal, thief or chickenkiller).

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