The phone rings and I answer.
“There is a problem with the toilet in the Elephant Room” she announces at the other end.
“What kind of problem?” I ask cautiously. I tend to be cautious with problems. Problems can go only two ways: minor, or major. So anytime there is a “problem”, I’m careful.
I saw it at the back of the garage when I came out of the house, a fresh cup of coffee in hand. The marmot was busy inspecting some stuff on a wooden shelf I have there. It was standing on its back legs, grabbing something with its “hands”. Marmots don’t really have “hands” but…
Visualize this: you’re sitting outside, enjoying a glass of wine, admiring the view, looking at the stars. It’s summer, it’s 25°C (77°F) and around 10 pm.
It was summer. At that period of the year, the sky is bright by 4:30 am. I was awake, not much choice about it since the bedroom windows face east. It was so bright in there that one could have read even though the metal blinds were shut.
We were moving some boxes, the other day, and coming up the back pathway when Ben spotted a young field mouse among the gravel at the edge of the path.
Quails are everywhere here, from early spring until the late fall. They are also around in winter, but are not seen as readily. The females usually walk around, preoccupied with their search for things to eat. Very often, they are so distracted that they will walk into the oddest place, including the garage, the verandah…