Wild Things, You Make My Heart Zing
Posted by Sheila Seabrook
We live on a tiny acreage on the outskirts of a small town on the Canadian prairies. Behind our property is miles of grain fields interspersed with huge patches of dense bush and a creek which meanders through it all. So when we have visitors of the four legged variety, it should come as no surprise and yet….
The other night, unable to sleep in our too warm house, I decided to slip outside, sit on the deck, and star gaze. Out the back door I went, the squeak of the hinges magnified by the silence of the night. As I closed the door and turned toward the yard, an enormous shape caught my attention.
My heart pounded in my chest. My legs vibrated with fear. I stood there frozen and eyed the creature staring back at me. It was only a moose but still, if it charged, would I be able to get back into the house before it cornered me on the deck and ate me?
(Yes, I know, moose are vegetarians but I’m a writer, hence I have a very vivid and exaggerated imagination.)
Unmoving, I stared at the moose. Unmoving, it stared back at me. Out the corner of my eye, something moved in the dark and I noticed a second moose just a few feet away from the deck where I stood. Silence swelled around us, thick with tension, fraught with the unspoken question … who would bolt first?
I did, of course, because I’m not only a few hundred pounds less than they are, but I’m also a bigger fraidy cat. I summoned the courage to unstick my feet from the deck floor and hightailed it back into the house where I flitted from window to window, checking out our visitors with the binoculars, trying to see them with only a sliver of moonlight shining on their huge bodies.
But then a third moose joined the first two and now that the humanly threat had vanished, they proceeded to consume the leaves from my roses and fruit trees, until finally they bedded down in the yard for the night. The next morning, they’d left behind proof of their presence, little piles of dark pellet turds all over the green grass.
Thanks for the thoughtful gifts, Wild Things.
Will they be back? As I write this post, I’m watching for them, wondering not if, but when they’ll return. It’s not the first time a moose has wandered into the yard and so close to the house.
What wild creatures have you seen up close? What did you do and how did you react?
About Sheila SeabrookAuthor of Single Title Romantic Comedy and Women's Fiction
Posted on October 19, 2011, in Blog Posts and tagged animal tales, authors, books, fiction, humour, moose, novels, reading, Sheila Seabrook, wild animals, wild things, women unplugged, writer, writing. Bookmark the permalink. 16 Comments.