|A spill in our creek led to strange events in our garden|
On June 30, a water utility company that owns storage tanks up the stream from us had an accident. One of its tanks overflowed sending 220,000 gallons of water and silt down Hogback Creek.
Our neighbor who lives above us came to our door in tears. After years of making sure the creeks and streams on his property were as pristine as possible, his work was washed away. I will write more about this tragedy in my next posting.
Feeling sad and helpless, we offered to walk up there to take photographs to send environmental authorities. While documenting the devastation, I found something that unleashed several weeks of chaos in my own back yard.
|The hapless feather briefly guarded my tomato plant|
It seemed innocent enough – the wing feather of a wild turkey. I decided to place it in my little veggie planter on the back deck in hopes it would discourage squirrels from digging up my tomatoes and herbs so they could hide nuts.
The squirrels had other ideas.
Not long after I added the feather to the planter, I noticed it was missing. Later, we saw it on the ground 20 feet below the deck. Perhaps it blew out of the planter, we reasoned.
The next time it was lying on rocks that slope down to the creek. I had to get a long rake to retrieve it.
The third time, the perpetrator not only threw the feather off the deck, the little devil also ate the left hand side of it.
|Donna spied the feather and flew into a fury|
Determined to beat the squirrels at their own game, I used a two-foot strand of covered wire to tie it to the railing. On numerous occasions I found it hanging from the wire over the edge of the deck floor. Each time more of the feather was missing.
Now a word about our squirrels. We don’t mind them visiting as long as they don’t get on the feeders. They quite often come to the back door and beg, or stand on the table to attract our attention. They are well behaved, and we reward them with a few unsalted nuts.
Donna, one of our regulars, is about as mild mannered as a squirrel can be. Yet one afternoon Chris saw her attack the feather with such ferocity, he had to chase her off. She lunged at it, bit it and tried to rip it free from the wire.
Today, this is all that is left of that poor feather. We have no idea what the squirrels had against it.
But I definitely won’t be dressing as a turkey for Halloween.