Oh wow! Is that a cat? That clump of fur over there -- that long tail I see twitching? Can I chase it? Huh, Master? Just for a minute? Oh, heaven! Please say I can, Master. Cats are so much fun to chase – better yet if they go up a tree. I keep them up there ever so long glaring and squabbling, but terrified to come down. Oh joy! Do I ever love that! Bark, bark, bark – nya nya nya. Disgusting, hissy things! Say yes, Master, let me go! I'll chase that cat clear into the next valley. Or if it leaps on the fence I'll hurl myself at it with my most ferocious growls. Oh, wow! Will that ever be fun! Can I, huh? Can I? Master, please let me chase it! Awww… It disappeared.
Shweta’s Saturday Six-Word Story Prompt #53 is LOUD
And my response is…
No point shouting. His hearing’s selective.
The Ragtag Daily Prompt for today: ENOUGH!
The Word of the Day Challenge: USUAL
Sue’s Jibber Jabber prompt word: HISTORY
Fandango’s One-Word Challenge: BABY
And here’s my response — an oft-beaten drum of mine:
Down with Imports!
I’d like to meet the fellow who thought we needed English sparrows here in Canada. I’d like him to know just what havoc he has wrought, how badly these aggressively invasive pests have decimated the native population. Already at risk because man has taken over their native land, our local birds also have to contend with these invasive imports. Add starlings to this list, too.
Some of my current grief is our own fault, I will admit. Last winter we thought we’d put out a feeder for chickadees, woodpeckers, nuthatches — all those cute birds that do linger here over winter. And what did we get? Oodles of English sparrows. Unlike the native birds, they have no idea of migrating, no native southern winter region.
This spring when my tree swallows returned, the sparrows were still hanging around even though we’d quit putting out feed a month before. One pair claimed one of the nest boxes we’ve set up for swallows. Another pair took over the swallow house on the north side of our house. One pair of swallows looked like they’d hang onto the south-side nest. But no. The sparrows drove them out, too. I only hope they didn’t kill the swallows as they are wont to do. I was furious when I found a dead swallow in the nest two years ago; the sparrows just built on top of their victim.
Enough! It’s too late to provide nests for the swallows and I don’t want a bunch of starving baby birds around our yard, so I’ll leave things as they are until summer’s over. But once our usual birds have left I’m inviting my grandsons over with their rifles and we can have a Sparrow Liquidation.
Invasive Species Still Coming
This is my personal grief, but others in this area have had grief because some light-bulbs thought they could import wild boars for sport hunting. The creatures thrived; with no natural enemies they soon took over woodlands. Now to get rid of them! A few years back our menfolk had a giant boar hunt and killed as many as they could. But the creatures have great instincts for survival.
History is full of examples of species brought over from “the old country” to become a horrible nuisance in a new world. Rabbits in Australia, for one. And Canada geese. Fine here, but they aren’t wanted in Australia. Anacondas in the Everglades are the product of exotic pet sales. Ditto with the piranhas dumped in the Southern lakes and rivers.
Some people have no comprehension as to what they’ll do when the reptile or fish they wanted as a “novelty pet” gets too big — or the owner has to move — or whatever. But our governments should be able to learn from history and ban the import of exotic creatures.
And they have, to some extent. But if some teenager wants a Komodo dragon because it’s “rare and unique,” somebody else will find a way to capture one and smuggle it in. And this is really sad, because how many little ones will die in risky transit methods?
I read an interesting new item one time: a woman coming in by plane was stopped at US customs and it was discovered she had fourteen rare baby lizards — illegal to import — stuffed in her blouse. Destined for sale as rare pets. Two stars for SANGFROID; five stars for INANITY.
Save the native flora and fauna from extinction!
Ban the import of exotic species.
Sue’s Jibber Jabber Daily Word Prompt for today was LIVELY.
Here’s a poem I wrote back in 2012 that I think will make a good response to this prompt:
tears my house to shreds
torpedoes across the carpets
pokes at, overturns, leaves permanent marks
of teeth in longsuffering houseplants—
in cushioned velvet chair,
soft paws waving like fronds
trying to snag a quick mouse,
or shred the leaves
Good morning everyone! The Ragtag Daily Prompt this morning is VISUAL
I got up at 5 am this morning and saw the dawn’s early light coming through the bare branches of the trees to the east of us. The early morning light is one visual sign that spring is returning to the prairie. An auditory sign–which I don’t get much of without my hearing aids–is the twittering birds and the gabbling of the geese as they wake up and start discussing travel plans.
Another sign I get is the cats wanting to go outside the minute I set my feet on the floor. After being cooped up in the house all winter, they love to be outdoors when the weather’s clement. The snow in our yard is finally gone, so they can wander about looking for the visual clues that fresh mice are about.
By now the sun is well up and I’ve had my morning coffee. It’s time to prepare for what other activities today will have in store.
the girl’s new pup
a floor-mop size whirlwind
tempest in a teapot