Monday, June 24, 2013
I went to bed last night thinking that today would be an easy day with only two things I had to so. One, to be at the water exercise class from 9 to 10 this morning and two, to attend a book club meeting and luncheon for a dear friend. The best laid plans of mice and men, or women.
First thing this morning, I was awakened by a child-like cry under my bedroom window. I live in a remote gated community of mostly second homes for retired people. Iím one of the few full time residents so I donít have close neighbors except for some weekends and holidays. The closest full time neighbor is about two miles away. This couldnít have been a child unless someone had wandered down the wrong driveway and that was unlikely. By the time I got up, threw on some clothes and came downstairs, I discovered a pack of dogs had killed a baby deer. When I stepped out onto my back deck, the pack ran away, but the deed was done.
I can hear all the animal lovers crying, but how does one deal with a dead animal in their back yard? Okay, because I do live in the country and I do live in a gated community, I am use to dealing with the realities and vulgarities of nature. I called a mountain man and he came and disposed of the carcass. And I went on about my day. A friend who happened to be out of town for the weekend called just before I left for the pool exercise class and asked me to go let her cat out of their garage. Cat was fine, had food, water, bed, toys, etc., but had been in her garage for a couple of days and was lonely and wanted to be loved and I spend more time catering to a lonely cat.
I made it to the pool exercises, home, showered and to a lovely luncheon. I had made the reservations for our book club luncheon and ordered a birthday cake for one of the members. But when, after lunch, I asked for the cake, the owner apologized but had been out of town and just didnít make the ordered cake. What kind of business is this? They had my name and phone number and could have called and told me they could not make the cake. Okay, got through the luncheon and got back home to have my husband tell me that when he opened the garage door to go out to the post office, he found a dead green-necked snake. Not poisonous and a small one. It evidently got caught under the garage door as he was driving in last night and he didnít see it.
So, it was a day filled with unplanned difficulties and definitely not a good health day for the natural wildlife here.