Gardener beware. Or rather be aware. And always wear a big hat. A really wide umbrella hat if you can find one.
Because just when you think your semi-feral one-third-acre of suburban heaven can’t surprise you, it does. Take the day it was raining snout and whiskers and tiny paws. I learned the hard way that shade trees may not be the best place to garden under on a hot summer day, since they’re also the picnic table of choice for some of our raptor friends.
I’m not naming names or pointing fingers. Mostly because I can’t. [Sharp-Shinned? Cooper’s? Or? http://www.audubon.org/news/a-beginners-guide-iding-coopers-and-sharp-shinned-hawks] Nor can I be certain that this was the friend in question. This particular hawk, however, has been a frequent visitor to our pines and bird bath. Motive. Location. Opportunity.
So back to the snout and whiskers and paws. As best I could tell, because I hadn’t graduated from the Academy of Forensic Lunch Identification yet, the bits and bobs may have belonged to a baby skunk. And I suppose as raptor lunches go, this might be one of the tastiest. As hair ornament? Most definitely the worst.
I soon discovered that our hot water tank wasn’t nearly big enough and that there’s no such thing as too much shampoo.
Never mind the humiliation of calling the advice nurse, just to inquire about communicable diseases from bits and bobs of snout and whiskers and paws.
I can still hear her laughing.
Call the Wildlife Hospital instead.
They’ve had lots of experience with bits and bobs…