Disturbed by Squatters

IMG_1659aby Neva Bodin

In my last blog, you learned about the estate auction we had.  We rescued many treasures from our now unoccupied farm home. There were a number of side stories to this trying adventure. I’d like to share some.

We humans weren’t alone on the farm in ND. We interrupted the lives of many creatures who thought the farm belonged only to them. Let’s hear some of their stories…

mouse“What do I do, what do I do?” This hadn’t happened before. I ran across the cool hard floor toward the blankets where I’d given birth just a couple days ago. Oops! A foot was in my way. I reversed direction and scurried into shadows.

“A mouse just ran up to your foot and ran away!” I heard the voice of one of the strange looking beings say. Beings I didn’t usually see on this farm.

The two beings finally left the spot, only for one to return a short while later and pick up the blanket where my babies were! Oh my…my triplets, naked and blind, rolled right out onto the cold floor! “What should I do?”

The being stood still a moment, looked around, picked my babies up and put them back on the blanket and covered them up. Then went to tell the other being.

“They were crying!” I heard the being say.

“What did they sound like?” asked the other being.

“Well, they didn’t make any noise, but I could tell because their little mouths were open!”

The beings must have been mothers too, because they didn’t do anything more, and I had time to go get all my babies and carry them one by one to a new home. I know another being sitting in a chair saw me go, so I ran very fast with that last baby in my mouth.

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starling-1337601__340It seemed the perfect place. The wood was soft and a small hole was already in place. A little pecking with my perfectly pointed beak and it was big enough to squeeze through. A home for my babies. Under the roof of an old farm house. No humans around. High enough to be safe.

It was quiet as I kept those eggs warm, until they hatched! And until our wonderful animal kingdom was rudely invaded by those two-legged creatures that don’t fly. They went into the house. And while the constant squawking of my babies annoyed me, it must have annoyed them more as they pounded on the ceiling in that old house, which just happened to be the floor of my nest! Those babies didn’t stop their squawking though, not even while swallowing the bugs I brought them!

Then, when my babies finally got big enough to fly, those humans had the front door of that house open and as I chirped, “Follow me,” the babies took a sharp turn and flew right into that big house! I scolded and scolded from the big pine tree, and finally they flew back out to me, with one of those humans shouting and flapping their thin wings as if they thought they could fly too.

~~~

raccoonIt was perfect and I had spent the winter there. A little big, and it smelled like chickens from long ago, but a sleeping bag and a quilt were just laying there waiting for me. There was the faint smell of dog on them. But from long ago I could tell. I rearranged them with my hands and made myself at home.

Until the humans came. They opened the door and I had to run fast under the chicken nests and do a disappearing act. But through the next four weeks, I kept an eye on those humans. Once in the early morning I was surprised by two of them standing near my building. I scrambled up the side of an old house as fast as I could, dived for the other side of the roof, but couldn’t resist peeking back at them. I suppose they saw my ears sticking up.

But I didn’t bother them, no sirree. I heard them shooting one day. I didn’t see anything to shoot at so I think they were just practicing. But, I didn’t want to be their target. Lucky I didn’t have babies around to worry about as I did one other year when they came. I had them hidden in a granary wall where they couldn’t be seen. Even though they were noisy, the humans left them be.

I wonder what the other animals who live here thought about these squatters taking over?

To be continued….

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17 Responses to Disturbed by Squatters

  1. Barb says:

    For fun. It makes you wonder what the critters think about us humans. Barb

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    • Neva Bodin says:

      Yes, I wondered how many eyes were always on us as we set up camp in the farm yard and had people coming and going all the time. I will tell the story of more creatures whom we encountered during that month next time.

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    • Neva Bodin says:

      I’m sure a lot of them were very upset about our “squatting” on “their” farm. We knew we were being watched.

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  2. wyoauthor1 says:

    Love this post, Neva! I believe you have a children’s book in the works!! I’m glad you got so much accomplished and am glad you’re back in Casper, I look forward to the next installment of your story!

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    • Neva Bodin says:

      Thanks! I truly enjoyed all the animals who checked us out while we were there. No one had lived there for so long, I’m sure they were quite surprised, loved the fresh air and birdsong every day.

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  3. This is cute, Neva. I needed a little chuckle today.

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    • Neva Bodin says:

      Glad I could give you your chuckle. I do still laugh about the baby mice story. My friend who dumped them on the floor doesn’t even like mice. But as mothers, we just couldn’t do away with them.

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  4. Mike Staton says:

    A nice creative tale. Loved the one about the mouse mother and her babies. Always enlightening to put yourself into someone else’s shoes, so to speak.

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    • Neva Bodin says:

      Thanks Mike. I bet mama mouse felt pretty frantic until she got those babies moved out of our eyesight. We were grateful we didn’t have to figure out what to do with them. Just couldn’t destroy them.

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  5. Wranglers says:

    Loved heating the thoughts of the animals. I liked thge kind creatures who felt for the mouse, and I loved that photo of the mouse. Thanks Cher’ley

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  6. Doris says:

    We often forget that we share our space with others, and not always humans. What a beautiful way you’ve given voice to those others. While I don’t care to share my living space with ‘critters’, they do make themselves at home where they can. Doris

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    • Neva Bodin says:

      Yes, they have a wild kingdom on our farm as their are plenty of buildings yet but no humans most of the time, just neighbors and renters who check on the place and use some of the buildings for machinery or cattle. The critters were definitely waiting for us to leave.

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  8. S. J. Brown says:

    I love the way you shared this. I look forward to reading more. Thanks for sharing.

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  9. M. K. Waller says:

    Great post, Neva. I especially liked the part about the raccoon. I’ve been fascinated with them since reading Rascal when I was ten, and wanted one for a pet. Unfortunately, that was as likely as getting the red Corvette I wanted. Or fortunately, since both animals and other drivers were spared my interference in their lives.

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  10. Nancy Jardine says:

    We don’t have raccoons over here, Neva, but if we did I’m not sure they’d get a friendly reception from the local humans – whether the house was inhabited or temporarily empty. I look forward tot he next episode but hope it’s not going to be about anything dangerous like a big brown BEAR! That would have been scary. But then again,I’d have probably been quite startled by a raccoon.

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