The Season of Flying Creatures

Dec 13th, 2011 | By | Category: Make a Difference!

T’was the night before Solstice, and all through the house

 Not a creature was sleeping, not even a mouse

For all folks were worrying ’bout something heard

  Outside – could it possibly be – not… a bird?

That’s right, it’s time for CHRISTMAS BIRD COUNTS, y’all! Every year, Cornell Ornithology Lab has a little program where you can watch your feeders for a day, and send in all the info about your birdwatching. Also, at my church, we’re doing something else very exciting: we’re having a potluck and training night to prepare for our BioBlitz (say WHAT!) next May. Reader, whomever you are, I wish upon you the gift of counting wildlife during your holidays as so many others will be during theirs. Get outdoors!

Even if you don’t want to do things in such a science-y way, there’s still plenty of wildlife fun to be had during the holidays. Why do I say this? Because I’ve been having some wildlife fun of my own. Every night, when I go to bed, I hear a thunka-thunka-thunka in my attic. Which, as those of you who have experienced the Attic Thunka-Thunka-Thunka phenomenon will know, is a VERY disconcerting experience.

For those of you keeping score, Home Team 0, Attic Creatures 1.

At about the same time, we found a flying squirrel running around in our kitchen, which we caught and released – and which came back, three times; of the four sightings the squirrel was caught three times (Home Team 3, Squirrels 2). And then we made the connection, and put a Havahart brand trap (a live trap, so you can safely move animals out of your house without hurting them at all) in our attic, and within a day… flying squirrel was captured. Despite this early success, two days later another squirrel made it home in our house. (Home Team 5, Squirrels 2). So we’re nowhere near done dealing with what a friend of mine called “the cutest household infestation ever,” but I want to put out a good word for Havahart. Please remember to be considerate of all animals’ feelings and remember this is the Season of Mercy.

That still doesn’t mean I’m letting any of those darn squirrels stay in my attic. No, they are going. And that decision is final. This is the season of mercy, not the season of unconditional love.

 

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