The Wilds of My Backyard
Sep 1st 2010Suzanne EnochMy Life As A Plebe
I live in the very definition of the ‘burbs. The middle of Southern California, with nothing but a few dozen carefully maintained parks, two golf courses, and a settling basin or two left as a reminder of the “wilds”.
I’ve done what I can to bring the “wilds” a little bit closer; I have two bird feeders, and I encourage the rather dimwitted dove pair that like to nest on my front porch to remain by using my garage door when they’re around. (They had six babies this year.)
Suburban as the area is, I am
constantly surprised by what I see in my own backyard. These pictures are all ones I’ve taken inside my yard within the past six months. In addition to these critters, I’ve seen a heron perched on my backyard wall where it could gaze longingly
at the koi pond next door. I once flushed what I thought was a cat while I was watering, only to realize that it was a possum when it nearly stepped on my foot. (And yes, that one of the doves, dead, beneath the hawk’s tail on the lower right. Circle of life, right?)
On the way home from my parents’ house (about three miles from mine), I once had to hit the brakes to avoid a skunk crossing the road, and I once saw a coyote crossing the nearby railroad tracks.
I love my “wild” backyard and the surprises I see when I look outside.
Do you have a “wild” backyard? Which animals have visited you there? Do you encourage your wild neighbors, or prefer to have them stay away?































