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My New Digs


This is the view from the window in my new office. It's bleak in winter, but during the summer, it's kind of nice with full green trees and a picnic table. Here is the list of animals I have encountered in this parking lot/front yard over the years (I worked in this office for quite a few years before being allowed to settle into my home office):

Deer

A cow which wandered away from a farm that must be just over the hill. It actually wore a bell.

A chicken which I assume came from the same farm. It hogged an entire parking space, and I had to park further up the hill while it decided which way was home.

Black snakes. Several years in a row, these icky creatures made a nest right by the front door every spring until someone would either club them with a shovel or relocate them to a less populated spot. At the first spotting, a general e-mail went around saying that "our friend" was back, and I would spend the next week or two afraid to cross the threshold and afraid to get in my car in case the thing had crawled up into the engine and would slither down into the passenger seat when I was going 70 mph down the road. I hate snakes as much as I hate spiders, but at least I can squash a spider.

Hawks

Bunnies, unless the hawks are out

A half dozen or so flying squirrels which I put there myself. I trapped them in my attic and relocated them to the office yard because I was pretty sure they wouldn't be able to travel 15 miles back to my house to poop in my insulation and chew on my wiring.

It's a regular wild-life sanctuary, and now I get to look at it four days a week. Yay for me.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Perhaps pianist friend and husband can do lunch with horn player and husband in X'ville sometime soon!
P.F.
Scout said…
Hey, that would be fun. We could meet at The Yard or the depot place that keeps changing hands. Pick the date.
dive said…
Glad your second day's happier than your first, Robyn.
A good trend.

And snakes? Ew!
Anonymous said…
Robyn my abhorrence of those slithering things is such that I would find a new job. Last summer I had gone away for a weekend and left my oldest home to tend to the animals and such. He told me while he was hanging out on Saturday night, that he found one of those things in the bathroom. Evidently one of the cats had brought it in. He said when he went to the kitchen to get something to pick it up with as he walked back into the bathroom it wiggled its way past him and disappeared. It was late so he didn't look for it. As I stood there in my kitchen (20 ft from the bathroom) in my bare feet, I began to sob much to my sons surprise I think. Then I put my 3 inch clogs on, cuz what if the thing was under the stove and was gonna get me. I told him if he was joking with me I was going to be in jail in about 3 minutes after I beheaded him and if he wasn't I was going to have to move. I was serious. I had a complete breakdown. Funny, 5 minutes later he found this pencil sized, dead (insert "s" word here) and told me he was sure it was the one and one of the dogs must have gotten it. To this day he denies he was just messing with me. I don't think he had imagined the response he got from me and felt bad for it.
Gina said…
That is kind of cool! I love watching the hawks. Even though I know they are after those cute bunnies!
Ame said…
I'll take the bunnies Robyn...you can have the rest! EWWWWW! LOL! ;)

And WOW! You got Peter Frampton to post FIRST!!!! You LUCKY DUCK!

Anyone know the London suburb he hails from?

A black-with-ivory-inlay Gibson Les Paul PF Model for the right answer!

Divey Boy!!!! HURRY! I KNOW you stand a CHANCE! But naaaaaaaaaa, what could you POSSIBLY do with a guitar like THAT?!?

I like the shot now...very Wintery...not like here in CA where the flowers never die! LOL!

;)
Scout said…
Prudence, I would behave the same way should a snake ever enter my inside space. We have a pontoon boat, and when I see spiders on it, I am tempted to jump overboard.

Gina, there is that sad side to watching them hunt, but they are fascinating birds. We have an osprey nest at the lake that is wonderful to watch during the summer.

Ame, HI!!! I would be honored if Peter Frampton were to comment, but PF, in this case, stands for Pianist Friend.
Scout said…
Oh, and Dive--snake truly are bad. I don't care if they keep the rodent population down to something manageable-they are still unwanted wildlife.
Bit of a contradiction going on here dear Robyn with your love of wildlife etc. Club a snake? Squash a spider? Eeeeuuuwww! Not that i'm brave or like either of them, but,...well... eeuuuwwww!

Good view though. What is it that you do in the office?
Ah that would be Bromley, Ame. Bit of a Bowie fan am i and the two of them came from the same area.
Scout said…
Lynn, I am a graphic designer--mostly book covers.
at least you have a window. that's a plus for any office dweller
Old Knudsen said…
Just watch out for the Stingrays.
Anonymous said…
not fair. i worked there all summer and i never saw weird animals (except daddy).

and i miss eating at "the depot place that keeps changing hands." the british woman and her purple sweater.
GG said…
Yay for you, indeed! Belated congrats on going back to the office. Quite an adjustment for you, I imagine.
Lovely to hear about all the wildlife. I don't really miss the nasties from Oz but they certainly have their rightful place in the world. Tokyo is full of crows and cats. The crows are HUGE but quite beautiful, although a bit tatty up close, as are all the stray cats. It breaks my heart.
That's interesting work Robyn. Wonder what you'd come up with for Under A Train? lol.

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