I suppose that the local golfers didn't relish the idea of losing a leg or hand over a badly hit ball. One day all of the howling, yowling, yipping and small animal genocide stopped. I don't know whether the coyotes up and moved to Florida or whether they were rounded up and rehabilitated in a nice state penitentary. Perhaps they make the state license plates now?
Regardless, the golfers are now unaccosted and it's definitely quieter on the back nine. But what, you say, is the strange phenomenon? Well it seems there are a plethora of these now....
And these....
And these....one of which was helping himself to the ornamental planter in front of the club house. It looked like the planter was trying to swallow the rabbit as his whole upper body and head were inside chowing down.
I didn't realize we had a plethora of friendly wildlife until we were walking outside the apartment complex yesterday and just outside the brush line was field mouse after field mouse and a few bunnies and a couple dozen birds. The birds were all clustered together. The bunnies were more or less loners and looking for the sweetest spot. But the mice! They were almost evenly spaced every six inches or so in a line, like there was some unseen task master who was telling them when they could eat and where to sit.
The surreal part was that none of these animals seemed to care were were walking past. The mice within maybe two feet would dart back into the brush but all the others just kept eating. As we walked they fell away into the brush and then came back out as we moved past. The birds ignored us as did the rabbits.
I kept looking over my shoulder for The Mad Hatter, Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty. Surely they were just down the road. I think I would have lost it if any of the mice were drinking tea or carrying thimbles.
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