Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Commuting in the Northwest

My cats are afraid of what goes on outside our windows. On Sunday, I held Hobiecat up to the window and we checked out the squirrels and birds in the small yard. It isn't far to the woods and the leaves are turning. As we watched, a leaf let go of the branch and hurled itself to the ground. Hobie dug his claws into me and then leaped for the safety of the kitchen.

Photo by Alan Vernon

It is such a nice time of year, autumn. Even if I leave work a little late, it is still light on my drive home, so I get to see my neighbors who are out preparing their homes for winter.

This evening I saw Rocky about 3/4 of a mile from my house. I don't mind them living 3/4 of a mile away. It is when they are on my back deck, demanding I feed them that I don't care for the vicious little beasts.

Last night I had to stomp on my brakes to allow Ben to cross the street about 1/2 mile from my house. I think he was checking his mailbox. Ben has also been on my back deck a couple of times, but I haven't invited him back. He wasn't very friendly.


  1. Nina,

    No, alas, he was gone as I still fumbled with the camera case.

  2. Bear...oh my God...I have never seen one. Do you believe it?

  3. Shalet,

    I've had one on my back deck a couple of times. It is kind of eerie when you know they are capable of coming through the window or ripping the door off its hinges.

  4. Can get Ben to eat the Governer for the 6.8 across the board cuts at the Deaf school that got my husband axed as well as 8 of my wonderful co-workers? I would be mighty greatful!

  5. Jars,

    I'm sorry about your husband. Another victim of the horrid economy. I'd be happy to teach the governor my method of interacting with wildlife. Chances would then be great of accomplishing your request.

  6. We had a deer in the neighborhood this summer about 2 miles from downtown. This is still very much the Wild West. In fact, I will be riding my horse to critique group. What else would you do with a mustang?

  7. Carol,

    I'll be riding in on the stagecoach.


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