random thoughts – Day 1,231 – (Monday) – wild kingdom

It was wildlife Monday in my little piece of Pawtucketville. 

Dining at the backyard salad bar.

A white cat with gray patches slunk through the yard in the morning and was gone from sight so quickly I wondered if I imagined it. It appeared again later, from the same corner of the yard as earlier, and disappeared again at the same approximate location. The third time White Kitty appeared was later in the afternoon when it came from the far side of the house near deck and sauntered across the lawn, through the flower bed where the peonies and lilac live, and around to the back of the shed.

At lunchtime, Chuck Wood the woodchuck was spotted dining at the backyard salad bar, where he chomped his way across the yard. As my cell phone camera clicked at the open window over the sink, he froze, then spun around and dashed back to safety under the shed from whence he had come. It always amazes me how fast the woodchucks can move, and the small spaces they fit into. It’s also impressive how if I move near the window, Chuck's spidey senses activate and he runs off. I have to engage in ninja-like stealth maneuvers to try and get a picture of him.

Mystery soup from the freezer.

After my own lunch of mystery soup excavated from the furthest corner of the freezer and embellished with fresh onion and carrot, frozen mixed vegetables, and a splash of half-and-half, I let Winston out front to potty. Small Brown Bunny was sitting in the grass near the gate nearest the car did the bunny thing where they freeze and play statue, nothing moving but the most subtle twitching of the nose. We were closer than ever and the camera that takes phone calls was on the desk. Then Brown Bunny bolted under the gate, dashed under the car, and disappeared from view.

The final segment of today’s episode of "The BungaLowell of Pawtucketville’s Wild Kingdom" was less soft and fuzzy than Chuck Wood, White Kitty, and Brown Bunny. It seems there is a home for wayward wasps behind the vinyl siding at the corner of the house near the drainpipe with the bird nest. Wasps were crawling in, wasps were flying out, and I was both slightly fascinated and majorly horrified. Ugh.