Strolling ‘round the village in the waning days of summer ‘n it ain’t quite mid-October yet....Me 'n Rusty 'n Willie go two to three times a day, strolling 'round 'n about the Village, seeing what we can see, chasing leaves 'n chickens 'n peafowl....it's a treat to watch the neighborhood Peahen...she pals around with a lot of chickens, all different sizes 'n colors 'n she's the biggest of the lot..
she's got a clarion call that sounds like an airhorn 'n despite her size, she flies better, higher 'n more often than any of the chicken who only take flight, it seems, as a last resort to evade Willie.....
We got lots of fat chickens ‘n squirrels despite the nightly visitations of the denizens of the riverbank, the critters who wander the dark streets ‘n yards of the Village...
They leave signs, y’know....mostly little piles of scat here ‘n there, chicken feathers ‘n the occasional cleaned bone....I’m very cautious when I take my dogs out at nite now...well, Willie always has to go on a leash ‘cuz he ain’t got a lick o’sense but Rusty listens, stays in the boundaries of the yard, is pretty trustworthy as dogs go, but in the middle of the night, when he gets me up to let him go outside, I’m never sure if it’s ‘cause he’s old ‘n has to pee or if he’s heard a critter nosing around ‘n feels it’s his duty t’go investigate...
Rusty ‘n Willie are not the largest little dogs but I don’t think a coyote would go after them if I was on the scene but I wouldn’t want either one of ‘em to get bitten...’n I don’t worry too much about raccoons ‘n possums but we’ve been thru the skunk thing once already ‘n don’t want to do it again...
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