Sunday, July 3, 2011
The old farm apron is my favorite cotton print, even if I don't feel like cooking. I like its pocket, with the round ric rac trim. Coleslaw for supper, with a Bloody Mary. Lost kittens found napping near their big project, Hole to China. Both are alarmed when Carl sets up a ladder to scrape and paint the peeling siding from past winters' ice dams.
Still feeling bored at the grocery, I see my friend and neighbor, Elizabeth. She said it's a distressing holiday so far.
She's been taking care of her neighbor's animals while they're gone.We are living through an epic magnitude of raccoons this summer. I read Sterling North's Rascal when I was 11, and for many years wanted nothing more than a tame raccoon for a pet, and a tame crow to live in a belfry of a church next door. I've always loved wildlife, and still do. But, I've discovered, there is a them and us, when it comes to numbers. A few lady bugs are charming, a wall full or a window full is a terrible situation for all of us.
Raccoons entered the chicken house of Elizabeth's neighbors, two nights in a row. The first night 3 chickens were killed and maimed, the next night the rooster disappeared. It was a bloody mess, she said, and there was a one-legged chicken that had to be killed. She had already trapped and killed 7 raccoons in her own yard. To tell you the truth, she said, it's kind of depressing. Boring seemed a better kind of hot summer day, actually. I didn't mention to her that someone had recently seen a mother skunk and a litter of babies crossing the road to her barn.