by Neva Bodin
Last blog I shared some critters’ stories of the awful invaders of their animal kingdom—our camp of vehicles, campers, and people settling into what had been a vacant farmyard for a long time. I am going to share some more of the critter’s stories from our month long stay in another state preparing for and holding my family estate auction…
What was all this stuff? This was my second trip to my usual hunting grounds for the night. Several nights ago, I was sniffing along the edge of a large building and jumped when a short distance away, a human in a red nightgown stepped out of a building that hadn’t been there before! The human was closing the door and disappeared inside again. But not before my fright caused me to, ahem, lose a little scent. I wonder if she smelled it?
Now, several days later, I was cautiously edging closer to a lot of things spread out where I usually walk. Still pretty light, but I didn’t think they would see me. All of a sudden a couple humans came running and I turned and ran too. I could hear clapping noises and voices shouting. I didn’t understand the meaning, but the words sounded like “Run Skunk Run. Run fast and don’t come back!” Whatever. I ran to the edge of the yard and turned left and scrambled as fast as I could. I didn’t go back as long as those creatures were there. At least not so they saw me.
What is all this? There are funny looking houses and things all around. Usually I can walk through here and I only see the raccoon or the skunk. I smell humans. Are they dangerous? I’ll walk very slowly and keep my eyes wide open. There are lots of strange smells in the air.
But it’s quiet. Maybe I should wait a little while when it’s really dark. Then all the fireflies will show up too.
Let’s see, each foot carefully placed in the tall grass… Oh! I hear a noise. I’ll freeze. It’s coming from that small building that hasn’t been there before.
Silence. I’ll go closer. OK. Close enough. I better turn around. I hope no one is watching. I’ll walk, then jog, then walk. I don’t want to break into a gallop and draw too much attention. I’ll come back another time. Back to the trees!
I don’t understand how to get some peace around here. I know this is the city, but this hanging basket is a perfect nest. The flowers help me hide, and smell good as I sit here. These kids better be grateful when they hatch—if they hatch. There is so much activity now….
The people who lived here when I laid the eggs are gone and many people keep running by carrying boxes and furniture. Makes me nervous. Especially the short ones who are noisy and try to reach my nest. At least no one took my nest. But I’m nervous about leaving it to go eat.
Oh, how I hope my babies don’t make too much noise and get too much attention from these beings in this big house. If they leave me alone, they can watch my babies grow and fly away. I’ll coo them to sleep at night.
Wow, isn’t this grand? So many legs going by to cling to. Even when some make a trip through the grass to that old building no one usually uses.
Have to admit, it’s not as easy hitching a ride after the grass is mowed, but it’s still possible! These beings seemed to be picking at themselves all the time. But, there are so many of us, we’ll torment them day and night!