December 28th 05, 03:03 PM
On Wed, 28 Dec 2005 00:54:33 GMT, "NMR"
>Bob my real name is Matthew I keep forgetting to add that at the end of my
>post. I live in unincorporated Volusia county ( Daytona Beach ) before
>the St. John's river bridge near Seminole county. I back up to a wildlife
>sanctuary no one can ever build there. I see armadillos, foxes, bob cats,
>black bears ( they are a pain the [email protected]
@ ) Florida panthers. There is a pair
>of golden hawks that live back there ( learned the hard way when I rescued
>my little one spirit from them ) There is lake on the other side of the
>property we see turtles, we got rid of the gators they were being feed by
>people and got to friendly with the neighborhood pets. I stocked the lake
>so there is some good fishing there. We see an occasional wild pig and
>plenty of deer, a big family of geese make there home in the lake during the
>winter. Too many birds to name are here in the winter I moved here just
>for this reason to see nature. Reminds me of home in Kentucky when I was
>growing up just no snow, chickens or horses.
>Everytime a new creature shows the furball patrol lines up in the bay
>window in the back of the house staring, chirping and making a hussy fit
>for what ever is in the back yard
>I have had the bears break down a window and part of the outer wall in the
>Florida room wake up to that at 4 in the morning. I have woke up, walked
>in to the kitchen to a Florida panther standing up at the bay windows on
>its hind legs staring right back at the furball patrol every one puffed up
>to 3 times there size, standing their ground they all were making a noise
>that I have never heard before.
Here in NYC my furball patrol has to make do with sparrows, the
occasional robin, and a rare possum or raccoon. When outside in the
backyard (fenced in), one likes to lie under an evergreen just five
feet from the bird feeder and watch the commotion. He doesn't normally
attack the birds; he just likes to watch from up close. I can't
believe that the birds don't realize that he is there.
Normally I don't put out birdseed if I'm planning on letting the boys
out. Nor do I put out seed unless the ground is covered with snow.