Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Lucy Caught a Squirrel

NO, I don’t have a picture. I was pretty aggravated with Lucy when I saw her running across the yard with the limp animal in her mouth—a rodent, I might add, which was probably still full of the black oiled sunflower seeds he’d eaten at my feeder. This carnage destroyed the utopian ideation I had about the dynamics in the backyard.

For example, Lucy and the former feral grey kitty get along famously. As soon as we let Lucy out in the morning, the grey kitty runs over, rubs against Lucy’s legs, and arches her back against the brown dog’s stomach. Very sweet. Other than a bewildered look on her face, Lucy seems to be fine with it.  

Except for the occasional ill-mannered blue jay, the birds live in harmony, as well. I haven’t seen any feathers flying over the suet, yet. On second thought, it may not have been the suet, but I have seen feathers flying. I was just working one day in my office, heard some sort of tussling sound, looked up, and grey feathers drifted down past my window. A lot of them. Turns out, the hawk that cruises my neighborhood had a snack.

This past spring, I was watching a nest birds had built in one of my hanging baskets. It thrilled me to see it soon filled with two little speckled eggs. It didn’t thrill me a couple of days later when they mysteriously disappeared. I was talking to a friend about it.

“I can’t believe a snake ate my bird eggs.”

My levelheaded friend said, “Snakes have to eat, too. It’s just nature.”

It may have been nature, but I didn’t have to like it. Those were my eggs.

Then, just this weekend, I went out and called the grey kitty. She hopped over the fence followed by not one, but two tomcats. I had no idea she was old enough for such shenanigans. She’s headed straight to the vet.

Okay, I admit, I’m living in denial about the backyard utopia. But, a lot of the time the denial works for me. Occasionally, when I have to get in touch with reality though, I remember that despite the gritty happenings back there, one day I’m going to get what my heart longs for.

“The wolf will live with the lamb, the leopard will lie down with the goat…, and a little child will lead them. The cow will feed with the bear…they will neither harm nor destroy on all my holy mountain, for the earth will be full of the knowledge of the Lord as the waters cover the sea.” Isaiah 11:6-9

One day.

But for now, the squirrels had better smarten up, because after catching a real squirrel this week, that fake floppy squirrel of Lucy’s has lost its charm.


2 comments:

Chris said...

I totally understand what you are saying. I live on a lake in the woods with all sorts of little critters. I have a hunting dog that chases every animal she sees from birds to deer. Sometimes it is hard to live with them but I sure would not live without them. It is cool to watch the different birds at the feeder, the eagle swooping down for a fish to eat and the deer out my kitchen window with their fawns looking at me saying will you please put out the corn. Nature is amazing. You and your family are in my prayers.

Beverly Varnado said...

An eagle, oh my. I saw my first eagle this summer on coastal Georgia. Magnificent. Your place sounds amazing. Thanks so much for your prayers, Chris.

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