These fawns are busy grazing and don’t seem to mind that they have been left in a “nursery” of sorts while the female deer, or does, are searching for food or a drink at the pond. They seem to be faring quite well, in spite of a hot, dry summer with little rain to keep the grasses growing. Soon they will be browsing on leaves and tender branches from the trees and bushes in the area. We hope there will be enough forage for these fawns to thrive and survive their first Wyoming winter!
Freddie the field mouse and his mate, Fannie, have set up housekeeping under the rocks beneath the bird feeders. A perfect location for catching a bounty of spilled sunflower seeds, the happy couple are cool and comfortable in their new digs. There are, however, a few challenges.
Mr. Mouse, the family barn cat, has spotted the activity around the bird feeder and crouches over the entrance to mouse heaven as he waits for an opportunity. He waits, and waits, and waits . . .
Guineas are the most inquisitive, nosy creatures in the yard, and this one cannot resist interfering with Mr. Mouse’s quest to catch Fannie or Freddie. After a peck or two and noisy squawks from the guinea, Mr. Mouse leaves in disgust to search for another opportunity.
Fannie checks for the all clear and scurries back inside to alert Freddie that if there is going to be dinner on the table, he had better get back to his job of gathering sunflower seeds!
An inverted pinon jay dives between the rocks for a seed he is trying to crack open with his long beak. While he’s at it, he’s scrounging for the stash of seeds Fannie and Freddie have been collecting, and there is going to be trouble in mouse haven. What is a mouse to do?
It looks like a Mexican stand-off, and Freddie is determined to hang onto his turf. The pinon jay will just have to try to spring a few seeds from the bird feeder above, and a few will likely shower down on mouse haven. Mutual cooperation in the wild kingdom leads to benefits for all!
And so, another day in the life of Fannie and Freddie. Stay tuned for more adventures in the wild kingdom!
Tilly has grown by leaps and bounds and at three months, is fast catching up with Tia, her mother, in size. She loves to be scratched, stroked and rubbed in all the right places, and was a joy to spend time with recently. She is gentle, calm and has a good attitude toward her training. What more could one ask for in a horse? Oh, and she loves to run around the pasture with her older half sister, Pip.
Still a baby, Tilly will nurse until six months of age at which time she will be weaned and come home to Wyoming. We are counting the days!
The “girls” bid us farewell as we leave them in the paddock. Tia has done a great job with her foal, and we couldn’t be more pleased. Until we meet again, Tilly!