Oddly enough, it's been an interesting week as far as animals go. On Tuesday morning as I was getting ready for work, I noticed that there were too small red squirrels playing in our front yard. They must have been quite young because they were about the size of a chipmunk. They were playing and foraging for food. They seemed to be enjoying eating the seeds from our American Elm. They were very cute to watch.
Tuesday afternoon we had a outing for our area at work. On the way to the bowling alley were the outing was held, there were two fauns near the side of 37th street. They were about the size of a medium sized dog, and the spots in their fur were barely visible. At first they acted like they were going to dart out into the traffic, but luckily they didn't. I didn't see their mother nearby, but she could have easily been lying just out of sight in tall grass. Hopefully, they managed to get safely down to the river and away from the busy street.
Yesterday, we had an injured crow in our yard. I went out to see if it would let me get close, but it didn't. It just hopped away into another neighbors yard before I could even get within 10 feet. However, I had a really close encounter with a sparrow at our bird feeder. I don't think it noticed me walk onto our patio, and I was within about 3 feet of it before I realized it was at the feeder. I just stood still and watched it eat. It didn't seem to be very concerned...Tabby was watching through the window, and I think he was jealous that I was so close to a potential snack.
And speaking of Tabby...he had a really bad hair mat along his back. I decided it needed to come off, so I started to slowly work on it. It was very close to the skin, so I had to be careful when I was cutting so that I didn't break his skin. He'd get frustrated with the cutting and hiss and bite at the scissors. I think he knew I was trying to help, since he'd move away from me but not get all that far...just far enough that I had to change positions. We went back and forth the cutting, hissing, and biting for a while. Finally, Richard got the idea to give Tabby some leftover liver. So, while Tabby ate the liver and growled and hissed, I cut the mat from his back. It made things so much easier for him to be eating while I was cutting. My efforts were successful and I was able to get the entire mat out without cutting his skin (and without me being bitten). I think we were both relieved.
Weezer has quite the nose. Richard took some old ham up to the top of our hill and dumped it out. Until yesterday, Weezer had been sticking close to the patio after possibly getting stung on his butt the other day. However, he once he smelled the ham, he slowly worked his way up the hill directly to where Richard had dumped it. I was amazed at how well his nose worked considering it was windy and we had a storm on the way.