For many years we lived in a rural suburb. It was a small close knit community that gave us access to one of the better school districts in the region. While it had its charms, I never quite fit.
We moved. Eventually.
We moved closer to the city. Still in a suburb, but one not so closely knit. My new neighbors didn’t grow up with each other, don’t have intertwined family trees, and they neither ask nor care which church I attend.
Unlike my former neighborhood built on former farmland, plowed from former prairie land, that stretches flatly endlessly and is only sparsely studded with carefully planted and neatly aligned trees, my new neighborhood is hunkered between a small lake and several carefully preserved groves of trees and wetlands.
My former neighbors waged war with the natural flora and fauna of the prairie. Plucking, mowing, and spraying the weeds that threatened their carefully groomed lawns. Putting up fences, setting traps, and laying poison to eradicate the various beasties that threatened their meticulously planned gardens. Sitting in the shade of their garages, they would wonder why anyone would want to live in the hustle and bustle of the city instead of the calm of this rural expanse.
Last week I had a large buck, a white tailed deer with a huge rack, just hanging out in my back yard. I think he was resting, maybe just enjoying the slight shelter of our yard before heading back to the woods and his normal haunts.
One afternoon I walked into the kitchen to find a turkey peering through the kitchen window. Turkeys are big, they are not pretty, but after our initial mutual moment of shock, we both decided to just move on with our day.
Every morning there are new tracks in the snow around our house. The distinctive swish of a hopping bunny tail, the quick scatter of scampering squirrels as they run from tree to tree, and the, well, I’m not sure what those tracks are. Coyote maybe?
Each evening, the owl outside my bedroom window hoots, reaffirming his claim on his territory before he hunts that night. There will likely be less tracks of something the next morning.
In my former neighborhood, I often fell asleep to the howl of a distant dog or the rocking clack of a passing train. The city was far away, but it seemed like everything else was too.
Here in my now neighborhood, the birds are loud, often too loud. They hustle and bustle from dawn to dusk, calling to each other, swooping over the humans walking their dogs, and fussing at the children playing in the street.
My new neighbors, both human and not human, are not at war with each other. We are not related. We don’t always speak the same language. But here, I fit.
This post was inspired by this story of Chunk the Groundhog. I meant to do a more groundhog based thing because it’s Groundhog’s Day, but well, I didn’t. Anyway, check out this article, and then follow Chunk the Groundhog on Instagram. He will make you smile. https://www.thedodo.com/in-the-wild/gardener-films-chunk-groundhog-vegetable-thief
I’m someone who moved from a smallish city to the suburbs and finally to a suburban/rural environment. Even in the city where I grew up, I was able to see smaller hawks and other types of animals. And there were still plenty of trees and a small wooded area. But once I expanded my horizons, I got to see amazing things, including wild turkeys. I think they are adorable.
“Here in my now neighborhood, the birds are loud, often too loud”
This reminded me of something. Sort of off topic? Sort of not.
Apparently when Captain Cook first arrived in New Zealand the dawn chorus was so loud it was described as “deafening”.
And that was still some 500 years after humans first set foot here and started hunting the wildlife and burning the bush.
So I can only struggle to imagine what this land was like 800 years ago before any human contact.
Oh this is incredible!! I love this so much. I kept highlighting paragraphs to say, “this is my favorite” but I realized I was basically highlighting everything. I really felt like I was *there* while I read this. Just beautiful.
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egads aka Dame Maggie
February 2, 2020 at 8:46 AM
For many years we lived in a rural suburb. It was a small close knit community that gave us access to one of the better school districts in the region. While it had its charms, I never quite fit.
We moved. Eventually.
We moved closer to the city. Still in a suburb, but one not so closely knit. My new neighbors didn’t grow up with each other, don’t have intertwined family trees, and they neither ask nor care which church I attend.
Unlike my former neighborhood built on former farmland, plowed from former prairie land, that stretches flatly endlessly and is only sparsely studded with carefully planted and neatly aligned trees, my new neighborhood is hunkered between a small lake and several carefully preserved groves of trees and wetlands.
My former neighbors waged war with the natural flora and fauna of the prairie. Plucking, mowing, and spraying the weeds that threatened their carefully groomed lawns. Putting up fences, setting traps, and laying poison to eradicate the various beasties that threatened their meticulously planned gardens. Sitting in the shade of their garages, they would wonder why anyone would want to live in the hustle and bustle of the city instead of the calm of this rural expanse.
Last week I had a large buck, a white tailed deer with a huge rack, just hanging out in my back yard. I think he was resting, maybe just enjoying the slight shelter of our yard before heading back to the woods and his normal haunts.
One afternoon I walked into the kitchen to find a turkey peering through the kitchen window. Turkeys are big, they are not pretty, but after our initial mutual moment of shock, we both decided to just move on with our day.
Every morning there are new tracks in the snow around our house. The distinctive swish of a hopping bunny tail, the quick scatter of scampering squirrels as they run from tree to tree, and the, well, I’m not sure what those tracks are. Coyote maybe?
Each evening, the owl outside my bedroom window hoots, reaffirming his claim on his territory before he hunts that night. There will likely be less tracks of something the next morning.
In my former neighborhood, I often fell asleep to the howl of a distant dog or the rocking clack of a passing train. The city was far away, but it seemed like everything else was too.
Here in my now neighborhood, the birds are loud, often too loud. They hustle and bustle from dawn to dusk, calling to each other, swooping over the humans walking their dogs, and fussing at the children playing in the street.
My new neighbors, both human and not human, are not at war with each other. We are not related. We don’t always speak the same language. But here, I fit.
Love, February.
egads aka Dame Maggie
February 2, 2020 at 8:48 AM
This post was inspired by this story of Chunk the Groundhog. I meant to do a more groundhog based thing because it’s Groundhog’s Day, but well, I didn’t. Anyway, check out this article, and then follow Chunk the Groundhog on Instagram. He will make you smile.
https://www.thedodo.com/in-the-wild/gardener-films-chunk-groundhog-vegetable-thief
mugyuljoie is preciousss
February 2, 2020 at 9:02 AM
Thank you for starting my day with a laugh.
egads aka Dame Maggie
February 2, 2020 at 8:48 AM
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Rukia wants melona
February 2, 2020 at 9:18 AM
I think I fell in love with your new neighborhood…thanks egads. 💕
tsutsuloo
February 2, 2020 at 9:29 AM
@egads—Have you seen this PDF? As a fellow resident of prairie country, the cover alone made me bust my gut: A Field Guide to Road Side Flowers At Full Speed.
egads aka Dame Maggie
February 2, 2020 at 9:36 AM
I had not, but that is amazing! Thanks for the link.
mugyuljoie is preciousss
February 2, 2020 at 1:19 PM
😂
FlyingTool
February 2, 2020 at 11:37 AM
Just lovely!
Peridot
February 2, 2020 at 12:59 PM
Lovely.
I’m someone who moved from a smallish city to the suburbs and finally to a suburban/rural environment. Even in the city where I grew up, I was able to see smaller hawks and other types of animals. And there were still plenty of trees and a small wooded area. But once I expanded my horizons, I got to see amazing things, including wild turkeys. I think they are adorable.
Thanks for sharing this with us.
💜🍍☠ Sicarius The Queen of Melonia ☠🍍💜
February 2, 2020 at 1:17 PM
“Here in my now neighborhood, the birds are loud, often too loud”
This reminded me of something. Sort of off topic? Sort of not.
Apparently when Captain Cook first arrived in New Zealand the dawn chorus was so loud it was described as “deafening”.
And that was still some 500 years after humans first set foot here and started hunting the wildlife and burning the bush.
So I can only struggle to imagine what this land was like 800 years ago before any human contact.
egads aka Dame Maggie
February 2, 2020 at 4:06 PM
I’ve been known to tell the birds to shut up. I may have scared a neighbor once…….or twice, when they thought I was saying it to them.
egads aka Dame Maggie
February 2, 2020 at 4:08 PM
Also, that sounds like my nightmare, the deafening sound of birds. *shudder*
💜🍍☠ Sicarius The Queen of Melonia ☠🍍💜
February 2, 2020 at 8:21 PM
*adds to list of NZ gothic things*
I guess that’s what happens when you’re an island full of birds and not much else 😂😂😂
isa: I'm not a serial killer I'm just really passionate about things
February 2, 2020 at 3:34 PM
I love that you found where you fit, Egads. 🙂
A deer squawked at me once. With a lot of head rolling attitude. I was taken aback. So rude!
another woodalchi nicole recruit
February 3, 2020 at 7:03 AM
Oh this is incredible!! I love this so much. I kept highlighting paragraphs to say, “this is my favorite” but I realized I was basically highlighting everything. I really felt like I was *there* while I read this. Just beautiful.