Ever since I've read this thread and its predecessor, I've tried to pay more attention to when wildlife presents itself to me. I live in the fairly dense suburbs outside of Philadelphia, so 'chance' encounters are often noteworthy.
On the way to work Monday morning, a fox ran out in front of my car in a fairly populated area about five minutes into my hour-long commute. Later on, as I pulled into a parking spot at work, a large, yellow dragonfly dive-bombed my car.
When I got home Monday night, I pulled one of my symbolism books off the shelf and looked for the meanings associated with these two creatures. The fox, of course, is often a trickster archetype and dragonflies have associations with magic. The more I read, the more I found myself making associations with these two creatures and two aspects of The Magician from the major arcana. It's also interesting to note that the Magician was my tarot significator early on when I was young and arrogant AND that I've just this week been feeling strongly drawn toward the tarot after a few weeks hiatus.
Coincidence? Definitely maybe.
Took these two over the last two days.
fawn
Seal
And some wild flowers...
flowers on a oceanside hill
I had the great pleasure of seeing a Cinnabar moth at the Oregon coast near Nehalem Bay State Park last week. They are not native to this area, but they were introduced some time ago to control the ragwort overgrowth. I had never seen one before this sighting, and was quite delighted! Moth is a new spirit animal guide for me this summer, they keep showing up wherever I go. I feel blessed for their company!
Here is a picture of one. When they are at rest, they appear a very dark grey with tiny slivers of crimson lines. They are often mistaken for butterflies.
http://bugguide.net/node/view/3786
Today was a big beach clean-up. Hundreds of people turned out to pick up trash. After a while my husband and I went for coffee and I picked up a couple of little zebra doves whose feet were entangled with hair and thread. It's mostly the long human hairs that get tangled around their legs and feet, cut off the circulation, and they lose their toes and sometimes the whole foot.
We had to walk home with one because I needed the superfine scissors and tweezers. Here's a picture of Lawrence holding Petra (I'm naming them in alphabetical order). It took a long time to get her foot in order, but it looks like she'll keep all her toes. This is the first one that Lawrence has helped with--he was excited, actually he says "enthralled." Isn't that something?
It's moulting time here and there are lots of bird feathers around. Heron has been coming to see us almost every day for weeks now so I thought it was time to go on a special feather hunt walk which means off the beaten track, without the dogs and through fields which are not easily accessible.
Here is our neighbour and some of the gifts that were found on this morning's trek. Far left are Swan feathers, middle are Heron and Right are Crow with a small Blackbird feather too.
I got bitten by a snake.
She was on our road and I stopped to pick her up, before she could come to any harm.
She was having "none of it" and bit me, drawing blood. Cat* made a picture and I got her to hold the Critter on her lap - tucked safely into a linen bag - until we got home.
There we released her on a save sunny spot.
I found her in my garden today. A messenger of Autumn.
Wow! that is cool! Good shotI found her in my garden today. A messenger of Autumn.
I found my 8 pound chihuahua standing over what looked like an opossum in VERY bad shape last night - tongue hanging out, limbs all stiff....I couldn't believe my dog would be dumb enough to attack something so big, but I had never seen an opossum play dead before - and he didn't get up and run after i left the area, so I thought maybe he was really hurt. I threw a rug over him and picked him up, figured I'd get him in a box where I could look for any blood or injuries, then keep him overnight and take him to the wildlife center in the morning.
He immediately stood up and started sniffing around the box....so I transferred him to a dog cage, and then went online - turns out they will play dead for hours, even days....
I took him some dry cat food, which is what they eat if they live near my house, and a big hunk of watermelon, and left the cage door open. He stayed in there for hours, wouldn't leave....I fell asleep, then woke up at 3am...went outside to check, and both he and the cat food and the watermelon were gone!
Not once during this whole episode did this animal act aggressive towards me. When I saw the cage was empty, I was very happy he was on his way....I stood there on the back patio for a few minutes, it was so quiet outside, sort of misty and cool, the moon was partly covered by clouds, sort of eerie looking....and coming from somewhere in the woods around the lake near our house, I could hear a hoot owl calling. Nothing more beautiful than that sound in the wee hours of the morning.
Here is a pic of Mr Opossum - I am afraid he is not very photogenic...I still find them so cute, though - and for a critter that can look so menacing, they are actually, gentle, shy, and very non-aggressive.