{"id":1405,"date":"2009-06-09T07:34:33","date_gmt":"2009-06-09T12:34:33","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/?p=1405"},"modified":"2009-06-09T07:34:33","modified_gmt":"2009-06-09T12:34:33","slug":"wildlife-woes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/2009\/06\/09\/wildlife-woes\/","title":{"rendered":"Wildlife Woes"},"content":{"rendered":"

Ok so it started with the bunnies. Every year, same story. This year I was on the phone and I heard a little screaming critter and I look over and there is one in Astro’s mouth. I go out and get it out, no hair, eyes still closed, still alive.<\/p>\n

I find a couple more laying in the yard, I gather them up and call Austin and Matthew out to help. I give Austin the bunnies, Matt the baby, and I get the dogs inside. I then spend the next hour looking around our yard for the bunny hole. I eventually find it, by letting one of the dogs back out and follow him. I should add that Astro is about 17 years old, deaf and half blind- but can still find the critters.<\/p>\n

I get them back in the hole and watch it that night while one of my friends comes over for dinner with the kiddos (husbands were out of town). I tell Andy (who came home that night) all about my quest to keep the bunnies alive. He forgets and lets the dogs without supervision the next morning. By the time I get up there were dead bunnies everywhere. I will spare the details but Shiloh must have rolled on one after killing it. Gross. She had to get a bath right away.<\/p>\n

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she cracks me up when she gets in this bed- which is obviously not hers. She and Asto seem to work together, he finds them, she kills them.<\/p>\n

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Anyway, now we have another issue. A wounded black crow. I know, a crow. But it has been hanging in the back with all of it’s friends yelling at me or the dogs every time we go outside. Twice I have made Astro drop it out of his mouth. Crow seems fine except it doesn’t fly a ton. Makes me wonder if there is a baby on the ground somewhere and that is why it is down there. Not sure. At one point yesterday I chased it under our fence and into a yard with no dogs. Next thing I know Astro has it in his mouth again. Andy comes home and we open the gate and chase it across and down the street. A few minutes later I was upstairs closing the door on the balcony and I look out into the yard and there it was- you have got to be kidding me! Is it on some kind of suicide mission. I don’t even like crows but I hate to see my dogs kill it and I especially hate to have to clean up dead stuff.<\/p>\n

And to think I loved this neighborhood for it’s wildlife and proximity to the river. Huh.<\/p>\n

Moving on.<\/p>\n

Over the weekend we had a very old half dead oak tree taken out. I have been dragging my feet about this tree forever. Each year we would have a different tree guy come out, they always said the same thing. We could try treating it with iron (we did- for a couple years) but really the tree needed to come down. They thought that maybe it was hit by lightening a while back. We watched it continue to die, drop branches on our house and driveway, plus Austin got scared every time there was a storm because him room was right next to it. Finally we decided to take it out. I hate taking down trees.<\/p>\n

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these guys did such a great job<\/p>\n

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See that patch of green at the top- that is about all that would come out each year. <\/p>\n

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AND<\/p>\n

A certain boy has a birthday today. Double digits!! More later on that.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Ok so it started with the bunnies. Every year, same story. This year I was on the phone and I heard a little screaming critter and I look over and there is one in Astro’s mouth. I go out and get it out, no hair, eyes still closed, still alive. I find a couple more laying in the yard, I gather them up and call Austin and Matthew out to help. I give Austin the bunnies, Matt the baby, and I get the dogs inside. I then spend the next hour looking around our yard for the bunny hole. I eventually find it, by letting one of the dogs back out and follow him. I should add that Astro is about 17 years old, deaf and half blind- but can still find the critters. I get them back in the hole and watch it that night while one of my friends comes over for dinner with the kiddos (husbands were out of town). I tell Andy (who came home that night) all about my quest to keep the bunnies alive. He forgets and lets the dogs without supervision the next morning. By the time I get up there were dead bunnies everywhere. I will spare the details but Shiloh must have rolled on one after killing it. Gross. She had to get a bath right away. she cracks me up when she gets in this bed- which is obviously not hers. She and Asto seem to work together, he finds them, she kills them. Anyway, now we have another issue. A wounded black crow. I know, a crow. But it has been hanging in the back with all of it’s friends yelling at me or the dogs every time we go outside. Twice I have made Astro drop it out of his mouth. Crow seems fine except it doesn’t fly a ton. Makes me wonder if there is a baby on the ground somewhere and that is why it is down there. Not sure. At one point yesterday I chased it under our fence and into a yard with no dogs. Next thing I know Astro has it in his mouth again. Andy comes home and we open the gate and chase it across and down the street. A few minutes later I was upstairs closing the door on the balcony and I look out into the yard and there it was- you have got to be kidding me! Is it on some kind of suicide mission. I don’t even like crows but I hate to see my dogs kill it and I especially hate to have to clean up dead stuff. And to think I loved this neighborhood for it’s wildlife and proximity to the river. Huh. Moving on. Over the weekend we had a very old half dead oak tree taken out. I have been dragging my feet about this tree forever. Each year we would have a different tree guy come out, they always said the same thing. We could try treating it with iron (we did- for a couple years) but really the tree needed to come down. They thought that maybe it was hit by lightening a while back. We watched it continue to die, drop branches on our house and driveway, plus Austin got scared every time there was a storm because him room was right next to it. Finally we decided to take it out. I hate taking down trees. these guys did such a great job See that patch of green at the top- that is about all that would come out each year. AND A certain boy has a birthday today. Double digits!! More later on that.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[65,102,132],"class_list":["post-1405","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-life","tag-and-trees-help","tag-birds","tag-bunnies"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1405","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1405"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1405\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1405"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1405"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1405"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}