Of course the cats, raccoons, foxes, coyotes, possums and groundhogs. Now we have black bears moving into the suburbs, wild turkey, barred owls and recently spotted armadillos. I'm waiting for the giraffes and elephants to show up next. lol
When I did volunteer work years ago at the Wildlife Rescue Center we had a coyote brought in. Made him well and released. 2 weeks later he came back (on his own). So we took him farther out and a month later we found him sitting at the door waiting. This time we took him out 40 miles. 3 months later he had found his way back to the Center. So we released him yet again and circumstances (not coyote related) forced us to move location 30 miles. Sure enough somehow the coyote found us. We decided the heck with it and he became the resident coyote. Nothing like going in to do your volunteer work to be greeted by a coyote wagging his tail.We live near a walking trail which is wooded, but in town. We have raccoons., feral cats, opossums, owls, hawks, lots of deer, and vultures. I can hear the coyotes in the distance, I hope they stay there!
Jeeez, it's so boring here. We may see the odd fox, deer or badger but nothing of what I would call exotic. We/the climate, whatever, killed all the good stuff off hundreds/thousands of years ago.Of course the cats, raccoons, foxes, coyotes, possums and groundhogs. Now we have black bears moving into the suburbs, wild turkey, barred owls and recently spotted armadillos. I'm waiting for the giraffes and elephants to show up next. lol
I had the same problem with mine and it was keeping the hummers away. I think I got the nest so I don't see them as much but the hummers are not around the feeder as much. They have the trumpet vines tho which are covered in red flowers now. Hummers LOVE that vine and fight over it.Had to take down half a dozen hummingbird feeders in my yard due to the bee situation... at first, the bees merely congregated on my birdbath and treated it like some Club Med pool, with 20 or 30 bees hanging out on the rim and others diving into the water. I swear upon a stack of old Skateboarder Magazines, they were SWIMMING in the birdbath, deliberately landing in the water and then crawling out on the edge, or on the wooden cheese knives I threw in as floats. Once they pinged on the hummer feeders, they started gathering on those, to the point where the hummers couldn't access the feeders. I let 'em slide for awhile, with an uneasy truce in effect, but then one of the little winged varmints stung me... under my arm in a sensitive spot, it was red and swollen for days. I finally conceded and took down the feeders... I left the suet feeders up, the bees don't go for those, so all the songbirds still show like Swiss clockwork, but the hummers are bummed over the missing feeders. Hummers still show to hit the flowers in my yard, but I have to wait until the bee situation eases before I put their feeders back up where they belong.
At least you've got the bees. There's been a lot of colony collapse here, and we have very few wild bees. The only bees around are the solitary bumblebees.Had to take down half a dozen hummingbird feeders in my yard due to the bee situation... at first, the bees merely congregated on my birdbath and treated it like some Club Med pool, with 20 or 30 bees hanging out on the rim and others diving into the water. I swear upon a stack of old Skateboarder Magazines, they were SWIMMING in the birdbath, deliberately landing in the water and then crawling out on the edge, or on the wooden cheese knives I threw in as floats. Once they pinged on the hummer feeders, they started gathering on those, to the point where the hummers couldn't access the feeders. I let 'em slide for awhile, with an uneasy truce in effect, but then one of the little winged varmints stung me... under my arm in a sensitive spot, it was red and swollen for days. I finally conceded and took down the feeders... I left the suet feeders up, the bees don't go for those, so all the songbirds still show like Swiss clockwork, but the hummers are bummed over the missing feeders. Hummers still show to hit the flowers in my yard, but I have to wait until the bee situation eases before I put their feeders back up where they belong.
People are working on bringing the auroch back.Jeeez, it's so boring here. We may see the odd fox, deer or badger but nothing of what I would call exotic. We/the climate, whatever, killed all the good stuff off hundreds/thousands of years ago.
What a great story! When I just started helping the feral cats there was a yellow I trapped that was so vicious in the cage it was just super scary. His tail was mangled so his first stop was to the vet to have his tail fixed. Most of his tail had to be removed so he just had a little stub, hence the name: Bobtail.When I did volunteer work years ago at the Wildlife Rescue Center we had a coyote brought in. Made him well and released. 2 weeks later he came back (on his own). So we took him farther out and a month later we found him sitting at the door waiting. This time we took him out 40 miles. 3 months later he had found his way back to the Center. So we released him yet again and circumstances (not coyote related) forced us to move location 30 miles. Sure enough somehow the coyote found us. We decided the heck with it and he became the resident coyote. Nothing like going in to do your volunteer work to be greeted by a coyote wagging his tail.
What a great story! When I just started helping the feral cats there was a yellow I trapped that was so vicious in the cage it was just super scary. His tail was mangled so his first stop was to the vet to have his tail fixed. Most of his tail had to be removed so he just had a little stub, hence the name: Bobtail.
I went to see him each day while he was recovering. He wouldn't growl at me...just stare at me as though I had just ruined his life (he was fixed too.) The vet had worked with Lions and Tigers in her younger years and she told me there was no hope of taming Bobtail. She thought it best if he became someone's barn cat.
I have a friend who has a barn, and she agreed to let him be her barn cat. I picked him up from the vet and dropped him at the barn, about 8 miles from my house. Just as I was leaving, I opened the cage door, gave him a sad farewell, and wished him luck in having a long and happy life.
At 2:00 a.m., about nine hours after I left him at the barn, I woke to a cat crying outside my window. It was Bobtail who somehow had made it all the way back to the house after crossing over Highway 1 in California (a very big, very busy highway). He became one of my favorite cats. It wasn't long before he slept next to me every night. And he was a complete lap cat. Never saw a cat give up the "feral life so quickly and so happily!