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Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road?

September 8, 2012 by Carol 2 Comments

The chicken is the only animal that seems not to have crossed the road out here.

One cold and snowy December night, as Joel and I negotiated our way down a slippery, sloping road, a bear suddenly darted out of a neighbor’s yard on the left, crossed the street in front of our car and jumped over the fence surrounding another neighbor’s property. We were somewhat shocked, but frankly excited, to have our first up-close encounter of the bear kind. We also marveled at the bear’s agility at clearing the post-and-rail fence.

Not ten seconds later, a deer ran from the same yard and leapt over the very same fence. We were thrilled at the deer’s grace, but wondered what could have caused both animals to run like that. And, why would the deer head in the same direction as the bear? Had the lion and the lamb really come to lie down together?

Months later Joel and I headed out to dinner around dusk. As we turned onto the main road toward town, a bobcat crossed in front of us. We disagreed as to the kind of cat it was, he believing that it was just a house cat, and I asking when he had ever seen a house cat the size of a Springer Spaniel. Our next-door neighbor confirmed the sighting when she found the bobcat sunning himself in her driveway.

Other neighbors have reported seeing bear and moose on our property.

Then, a flock of turkeys convened a rather lengthy meeting in the driveway, causing me to be late for an appointment while I waited for them to adjourn.

And, ust last weekend, as I was driving to visit old friends, a deer darted from the woods and crossed not 20 feet in front of my car. She did not look both ways before she crossed.

Now, having grown up in the Berkshires, I am well aware that much of it is country, but I don’t recall ever seeing a single deer (or bear or coyote or fox or moose or wild turkey) as a kid. My dad did find a huge snapping turtle once, and my cousin Wilma collected snakes, but that is just about the extent of the wildlife I encountered. Some experts say that, with so much development, there is less forest area for the animals, but still others say that Massachusetts has more forested land now than at the time of the Revolutionary War.

So, why are many animals now cross into my yard? Could it be the wild apples growing here? The great view? Or, perhaps the cows pasturing up the road that attract them?

Hmm … perhaps they cross here to get to the udder side?

 

 

 

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Babies and Dogs and Bears, Oh My!

August 27, 2012 by Carol 1 Comment

Thirty-two years ago, on a beautiful spring afternoon, Joel and I brought our infant son, Seth, to visit his great-grandfather Jack in his Brookline apartment. Not long after we arrived, Seth did what all babies do: he wet his diaper all the way through to Grandpa’s slacks.

“Grandpa,” I said. “Please give me your slacks and let me bring them to the dry cleaner.”

“No,” he replied.

“But I can have them back in an hour.”

“No,” he insisted. “It is a privilege to have a great-grandchild to pee on me.”

I have been thinking about that exchange recently. I now have the opportunity to be watered by my own grandson (although diaper technology has evolved to the point at which that situation has not yet occurred), and it is a wonder to be at that stage of life, and an absolute privilege to have a grandchild. If Max’s diaper needs to be changed, then I am happy to do it.

When Rascal was alive, I never minded picking up after him. I adored that black lab and miss him every day. He really was a member of the family.

But I draw the line at bears and deer and moose and coyotes. While it is truly wonderful to live in the country and see wildlife up close, these beautiful, strong, and graceful animals do eat all the apples from my trees and then leave their calling cards. Week by week, the scat (scientists’ name for poop) increases all along my driveway. And, as beautiful as the visitors are, I really don’t want to clean up after them, even with a plastic bag over my hand – or even two or three plastic bags. (The cows that wander into the yard from down the road would require a large trash bag.)

I guess I believe that, like cooking on the grill, outdoor cleanup is best left to my husband. Which brings me to grilling. I am terrified of the propane tank, afraid it will explode in my face.  I don’t particularly like the old charcoal grill, either, but am willing to cook on it because charcoal can’t detonate. Can it?

All this makes me wonder: Have I flunked feminism?

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A Rather Daunting Milestone

June 29, 2012 by Carol 1 Comment

I woke up the other day to the realization that I had turned 60 years old. I lay in bed for a few minutes wondering how that had happened and, frankly, a little scared. I also realized that I was partaking of a cliche: How did I get to be so old? Where did the time go? Did 60 mean I was over-the-hill?  After all, I haven’t accomplished nearly what I had hoped to. I haven’t written all the books I want to write. I haven’t come close to perfecting my tennis game or my skiing form.  And I still haven’t lost all that “baby weight” (My youngest “baby” 28 years old, and I have a grandbaby now).

But then, I began to think about my brother, who died four days after his 62nd birthday. And my cousin David, who left us at 59. And mother-in-law at 62. Staying in bed was not an option. So, I have resolved to live every day to the absolute fullest and squeeze every drop of enjoyment out of it.  I will dig up to my elbows in the garden, take that creative writing class, and bring little Max to miniature golf. And, I will stop fretting over wrinkles and sags, even if I can’t help but see them in HD now that my cataracts have been removed. (Note to friends: Please keep your cataracts so that you won’t see the wrinkles and sags.)

As part of my birthday celebration, Joel and I went to see the movie, “The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel.” While not an intellectually challenging film, it was an awful lot of fun and it reinforced my new resolution that, as long as I am able to put one foot in front of the other, I can have a fulfilling and challenging life. Judi Dench and Maggie Smith are truly magnificent women and fabulous role models, both in the film and in real life.

And, to make the landing a little softer, my husband and kids have all reminded me that, based on the age of the biblical Moses, “to 120” is the traditional Jewish birthday wish. This means that at 60,  I am only middle aged now!

Does that mean I have to give up my senior discount at the movie theater?

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