Living With Wildlife
For Steve and me, living a life in the wild means living with wildlife. The animals we share our homestead with are special to us. We get to know some of them through personal encounters, photos on game cameras, and signs of what was in a place when we weren’t. Those signs are tracks, scat, strands and tufts of hair, what’s left of a carcass, a small blood spot in the snow. We spend a time fishing on local lakes and driving backwoods roads so the wildlife I tell you about won’t always be here on the homestead.
We are avid wildlife observers. Steve took me to see twin yearling bucks last evening and fortunately for us, they were there. We spent time parked on the road about 200 yards from them, making comparisons between them. One buck was a lighter colored and had the antlers I’d expect for his age and this area. His brother is darker colored and has antlers about twice the size; taller and heavier, but positioned about the same.
I don’t know a lot about birds but I enjoy them. I despise raccoons but love porcupines as long as they don’t live here on the homestead. Zoey got quilled last year when her curiosity overruled her manners. It wasn’t the porky’s fault.
I’ll be telling you more about the food plot and animals that come to eat. We have deer, partridge and snowshoe hare (I’ll sometimes call them bunnies. They are hares, not rabbits.) on a regular basis.
I need a new camera. It’s not in the budget this year so I’m making due with a six year old Canon I’ve taken a few hundred thousand pictures with. Hang in here with me, the photography will eventually improve. I push the 70-300 mm lens too far, ask too much of it, am disappointed, delete a lot, and some will be shared even though they’re not great quality.
What would you like to know?
If you have questions about the animals or food plot please feel free to ask. I’ll do the best I can to answer.
All that said, here’s a preview of what’s to come. It will be quiet here next week while I attend a writing retreat in the Adirondacks. It’s a stunningly beautiful place and the women who attend the retreat are incredible. I’m blessed to be part of this group.
Living with wildlife doesn’t always involve watching an animal. Sometimes it’s taking note of how many or few beechnuts there are in an area. Beechnuts are food for wildlife. This tree is loaded with them but others one hundred feet away are bare. I don’t know why.
We aren’t always up close and personal. Sometimes we’re sitting 100 yards from a partridge, unsure if it’s male or female, and hoping to see chicks. No chicks with this one but I did have an encounter with a hen and her chicks that sent me running back to the truck.