Ah, dining under the stars with The Old Ones
We continue our parade of The Old Ones. Bill and The Girls continue their daily visits. They usually wake us about 7-7:30AM if we aren’t awake by then, clucking and clacking in the backyard, promenading to and fro, letting us know there’s no seed available.
They’ve taught us well.
But this post is about my dinner with Opie (extra points to anyone who knows the homage) and more correctly, a gathering of The Old Ones for dinner.
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Euste and Vasch are planning, something Two-Legs do not. Or little.
Happy Holidays again, All.
I mentioned in Ophelia the Opossum that we’ve had many visitations and blessings here over the past few days. A few nights back we were graced by Horace, a healthy adult male black bear, standing some 5’6″-6′ and probably 250-300#. I didn’t notice him at first. There seemed to be a great shadow in the yard. Susan (wife/partner/Princess) said, “I think there’s a bear in our yard,” and sure enough, when we looked, he stared back at us, smiled and waved.
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Vasch sends Greetings. Maybe. It's tough to tell with gray fox.
I’ve written about our resident wildlife. Recently we were visited by Vasch, a mature male gray fox.
We’ve had several gray fox visit over the past few weeks, Vasch is the first to share his name with us. I’ll admit to being a little confused at first; translating from Hrycuna, the major gray fox dialect, to Human and then to English proved more of a challenge than I thought (I haven’t spoken Hrycuna regularly in several years, my bad, that).
In any case, it took me a few turns to make out his name when he shared it: “Vaschti? Vayetzch? Fhasaietch?”
Fortunately, Vasch was patient with me. Probably figured talking with me was the price of being in our backyard.
We suspect there may be females and if so, kits. We’ll let you know.