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Blog Entry 72 of 190 From the mountains to 6th Avenue
Many Evergreeners commute. It's been described as a commuter community. Accurate. So there is an etiquette to commuting. The first rule: Leave early. Even if you depart for a 9 to five job at 6:30 a.m., you will not be alone. If you like being alone on the highway, go to Montana. The second rule: Leave early If you don't get off til 5 p.m., take a book on tape, because you will be sitting in traffic near Federal and 6th, and entertainment of any kind is helpful. There are polite drivers, like me, who let others sneak in, especially in merge lanes. I try. You probably do too. The one thing I have decided that will not happen to me is that I will not be mangled in a car wreck on 6th Avenue or I-70 in either direction. What do you do to keep this promise to yourself?

My wild pet sanctuary
Contributed by: YourHub.com   on 7/30/2006

The deer family in our blue spruce hedge seems to like it here. I investigated the corner of the hedge. This is the lounge area. It's also protective coloring at its best, because it's really hard to tell there's a deer in there.

I creep slowly, closer and closer, trying to be nonintrusive.
Yeah, I''m a human stalking in the blazing sun in an open yard. He's in the dark cool undergrowth of a mammoth 50-year-old blue spruce hedge that is thick enough to repel Hummers and maybe Mel Gibson as Mad Max. And I have a shiny metallic box in my hand.

I am not an example of protective coloring, which may be something Condeleeza Rice should consider implementing while in foreign countries.

So the deer hop out. One, two, three.

Before today, I hadn't quite figured out how many there are.

I also realized they've been particularly content because our neighbors have been on vacation. Less activity. No paper, though.

I can tell they're feeling comfortable, because when we're eating dinner outside they stroll through the backyard, casually, as if they're window shopping or on a group tour at an art gallery.

So, say hello to my wild pets. So far, they are getting along with the domestic pets. Stare downs are the only confrontations I have witnessed.

But, there is so much that goes on at night.

Last night,, we heard a horrible screeching high-pitched, half-human, half animal squeal. At first I thought it was a dog being ripped mercilessly apart by a bear.

But it kept screeching, so I knew if the first scenario was accurate, the screeching would be over. Curtains.

We decided it was the neighborhood fox. And this was confirmed by my neighbor who claims to watch the fox family playing on the hill from their backyard.

"Yes, it was the fox."

The sound is a cross between bird and human terror. I have no idea what it means in the animal world.




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Submitted By: Marcia Siegel
posted on 8/23/2007 @ 2:08:35 PM
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I grew up in nyc. when i moved to colo i truly enjoyed the wildlife visits to my yard. the deer, foxes and rabbits still thrill me every time i see them.
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