‘Twas just before spring, when all through the yard
Something was stirring, despite the snow being hard
Yup, there’s something moving about in the yard and it’s mostly hiding in the piles of wood.
Two weeks ago the pups were interested in the pile by the retaining wall. They stuck themselves so far under the tarp, they scared me.
Tuesday I took the dogs out after I got home and was doing my poop patrol of the yard, when I noticed Delilah had a Mohawk. (Sadly, I could not get a photo.) The fur right before her tail was all puffed up. I looked around to see if I could see anything that might have gotten her hackles up, but found nothing.
Then yesterday morning her fur was up again and both dogs were interested in some uncut wood Hubby had wrapped up in some tarp. They both climbed up on the snow bank and stuck their noses down. I swear I saw something brown move under the tarp, so I hurried up on the deck. Then I thought, it’s better to get your camera and record it. How many times have you missed an opportunity because you didn’t have the camera?
It reminded me of the time I went home at lunch to let the dogs out.
Delilah was intent on this tree in our yard. It had been topped and stood about 4 to 4 1/2 feet tall. There was a small hole in the dead center of the top of the tree and this is where she focused. Being inquisitive and curious myself, I decided to play the Bear Went Over the Mountain and walked up to it to see what I could see. I peeped over the top of the tree and it hissed at me.
You read that right, The. Tree. HISSED. At. Me.
You can imagine that I jumped back startled and I maybe, might have screamed like a little girl.
Then that curiosity thing (you know, the one that killed the cat) got the better of me, so standing a good distance away, I began to throw rocks at the tree. And I giggled a little thinking how the dogs would chase after whatever it was that came screaming out of that tree. Until I realized I was probably in the direct trajectory of one very pissed off animal.
Visions of a rabid raccoon tearing my face to shreds while the dogs barked and jumped danced through my head and I decided it was better to wait until Hubby came home and let him deal with it.
I’m almost certain I sent him a text that said, “Dude, the tree hissed at me.”
He text me back, “It’s probably a bird.”
A bird I scoffed, birds don’t hiss. WTF are you smoking? I’m a grown ass woman, you can’t pull that over on me.
I was on pins and needles waiting for Hubby to get home. Sometimes and I say SOMETIMES, Hubby approaches things a bit differently than I do. He grabbed a mirror (why didn’t I think of that?) Meanwhile, I put on my running shoes, just in case. Standing a good distance away I watched as he approached the tree. He stuck the mirror over the tree and said, “It’s a bird.”
WHAT? I couldn’t believe it. I had to see it for myself. So Hubby showed me how to angle the mirror just so, and I peered into the mirror to see a wide-open beak hissing up at me.
Well dip me in fruit juice and call me a Popsicle, I had no idea.
That story quickly raced through my mind as I went inside to get my camera, but by the time I got back outside, whatever had interested them had made it’s escape.
As for that tree? I took it down to the ground in the fall. Ain’t nothing hissing at me in my yard!!
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