SEA SHELL HUNTING – Once in a while I end up bringing home a sea shell only to find out it is still alive! Barnacles stick up little feather tentacles, tiny crabs scurry out from under a shell and sea slugs are glued shut tight in snail shells. I always take the time, no matter how tired I am, to return these creatures to the sea. Recently I have become aware that hermit crabs depend on the empty snail shells to live in and to move up into as the hermit crabs get bigger. Sea shells also break down to become sand. A few months ago I took most of the shells and put them back into the ocean. It was nice to enjoy them and it was nice to return them to where they belong.
Giving thanks today for all the wild life in the world – for all the volunteers who give their time to protect nature – for all the wealthy who share what they have with those who don’t – for all the peacemakers who persevere on behalf of all of us – for all the spiritual leaders who inspire us all to be better humans – for my much-loved family & dear friends. Giving thanks.
RACCOON VISITORS – On my patio I keep ceramic bowls of water for the feral cat, birds and other wild life. I consider the opossums who visit as my “gardeners” who eat all the snails and slugs. The raccoons who visit my patio at night just hope that I will be too busy to remember to bring in the cat chow bowl at sunset. Raccoons love cat chow a lot. In the summertime, sometimes a raccoon will just sit on his haunches in front of my security screen door and give me a look that says “I know you have more cat chow in there & I’m waiting.” Once time he stood up and tried to reach the doorknob to open the door. Most exciting of all a raccoon arrived at 2 a.m. with two fuzzy babies who rolled around with each other playing as if they were puppies. The other night a raccoon arrived with one baby and I’ve seen this baby several times recently. The baby is growing so fast. I sometimes will give in and put out a bit of cat chow and watch the mother and baby eat it piece by piece and then wash their hands. The baby even growled a bit at mom to move over and share. After they finished eating, the baby raccoon enjoyed sloshing around in the water bowl as if it was a pond, while mom waited impatiently to move on. She is really on high alert to protect her baby, but the baby just wants to dawdle and play. Several times the baby raccoon has tried to climb up onto the patio chair, but isn’t big enough yet. So mischievous! & then mom and baby scurry off into the night. I did these ink and watercolor sketches from the memory of observing them. I know the raccoons are wild and dangerous, but I love them so much.