We have become objects of interest to the indigenous life forms. A deer came by in the evening and spent some time looking in through the sitting room window watching us knit, read, dispute and listen to Mozart.
The greater somethinged woodpecker has been flaunting itself tearing bits off trees in full view.
And now Livy and Andrew, and their guests Alison, Jonathan and Alexander, have been ogled by the pine marten as they were at table.
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What is a rhone?
I am currently in California where the raccoons enjoy people watching with their noses pressed to the glass. My hosts once teased them with a raccoon glove puppet.
They are also prime suspects in the mysterious case of Ursula's shoe which disappeared from under the garden table.....
Rhone = gutter in Scotland. We must remember to keep our shoes indoors.
It was a Greater Spotted Woodpecker.
In these parts there are also many deer (and bob-cats and mountain lions but that is another story). Gardeners and despair and build fences, but the wild flowers seem prolific none-the-less. At the moment trilliums and a kind of tall fritillary are flourishing in the woods, which, while not peat, I think are fairly acid; and california poppies, irises, a kind of wild sun-flower about 2 foot high, vinca, and forget-me-nots seem to be happy enough on grass verges and the edge of the woodland. Perhaps all of them have safety in numbers....
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DAvid was alarmed by a deer on Exmoor on Friday night. Managed to miss it, thankfully, as he was driving at the time.
Pine Martens are rare here in Wyoming but I have been fortunate enough to have seen them a few times. The first time I saw one it was distinctly disturbing. I could not believe I was looking at a mammal I could not identify. Not only that, I first saw it along a dirt road deep in the forest and got out of the truck to take a look. It did not disappear but climbed on a log and looked at me and I noticed that it was carrying a little bonbel cheese; you know the kind, wrapped in yellow wax.
I have been told they like raisins. I think you have told us the cheese story before - it raises so many questions.
The pine martens here have been making tracks through this wood for quite a long time. Ken and Martin who owned Poulary Lodge for a time said they regularly saw them crossing from their land to ours, presumably from their pine wood to the big one to our east. The worrying question is what will they do when that big wood is cut down, as is about to happen.
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