The last of our townhouse units was purchased several months ago, and all but one is now occupied. P and I met our newest neighbors over the weekend at a barbecue, and all was very friendly.
But as we’ve been discovering, we have a HOST of other neighbors. First to show up were the bugs. Weird bugs that somehow found their way indoors and infested our window sills during the warm spell in March. Not so thrilled about these.
So we bought a bird-feeder, installed it just outside our kitchen window, and waited for the bug-eliminators to arrive. Which they did — in droves. At all hours of the day, we now have blackbirds, crows, chickadees, robins, cardinals, and…I dunno, wrens? Maybe? All in pretty rapid succession, all day long.
Then we discovered — you know what other bird likes sunflower seeds? Ducks. We have several times looked out towards the patio to see Mr. and Mrs. Mallard casually strolling through our garden and investigating the area below the feeder for spilled goodies. (Thankfully, they seem to have a sufficient grasp of physics to not try perching on the feeder itself.)
And of COURSE, where you have a bird-feeder, you must have squirrels. I have no idea how many actually “visit” our feeder, but I’ve identified three: a cocky, bold one, a scrawny one, and one that looks like it needs to cut out the trans fats. These definitely fall under the category of “neighbors that look extremely cute sitting on the sill outside our open window listening to Mozart’s Requiem, but overall a nuisance.”
…come to think of it, they’re the only neighbors in that category…
This has begun a merry little war between the squirrels and P. When rapping on the window and shouting loudly stopped producing any effect, he decided these guys needed to learn appropriate respect for the master of the house. Now when the fuzzy rats start to climb the feeder pole, P bursts out the patio door with a hearty “YAAAAAAHHHH!!!!!” and a water-pistol gripped firmly in both hands. Water and squirrels go everywhere.
Then, over the weekend, we discovered yet more residents on our little plot of land in the city. I was talking with P one afternoon when he suddenly began staring intently out the patio doors: “What is that…a mouse?” I spun around quickly to see something brown and furry moving among the lilies:
There are at least a couple of them, and I’ll periodically look out the window to see a tiny pair of ears sticking out from some place or other:
Meanwhile, baby is growing in strength, if not grace, as evidenced by his increasingly powerful kicks, aimed at various organs. Yep, life is booming here! …you know what isn’t growing here?