It’s a jungle out there in the suburbs. Two vignettes of recent suburban animal activities:
The Fox and the Hare
I like to go for a run early in the morning, before it gets too hot and humid (and before the rest of the family wakes up). There’s a fox that prowls the neighborhood just to our south, and I often see it on my runs in the fall and spring. Early this spring, I saw a couple of rabbits as well. Not every time, but often enough so that it seemed pretty normal. Their usual territories didn’t seem to overlap–there were a good few blocks between them. The last time I saw a rabbit was about three weeks ago. I saw the rabbit go running across a street, and recalled that I hadn’t seen the fox in a little bit. I wondered if the fox had decided it was time to head to its summer location (wherever that is).
The next time I went for a run, I saw the fox. I haven’t seen a rabbit since. I have, however, seen the fox farther north and east, where the rabbits usually were. I can guess what happened, foxes being foxes.
The Desperate Battle of the Birds
We have a front row seat to some ongoing aerial warfare outside our back door. It seems that the finches, wrens, and mockingbirds do not especially care for the crows that come and take food out of the dumpster for the housing complex across the alley. I routinely watch a crow land on the dumpster to snatch some morsel, only to be divebombed by a mockingbird (making a crow’s caw). The finches pitch in once the crow is in the air and flying off. The pigeons and doves generally stay out of it, while the robins seem to enjoy watching the show.
I never knew mocking birds could be so fierce as to drive of a bird at least four times their size.
Like I said, it can be a jungle out their in the suburbs of Northern Viriginia.