Urban Wildlife; or, Why We Can’t Have Nice Things (Reason #30.06)

We live on kind of the South/Central edge of town, I’d say, about as far south as you can dig a basement without being one of those swanky South Hills residents, but in town nonetheless. And these brazen bastards, who have been leaving their leavings all over the yard all year, aren’t even bothering to wait until nightfall anymore.

The real reason we can’t keep feed in the bird feeders
The reason we can’t keep a decent garden

I won’t describe the profanity-laced tirade Julia was unleashing in this fella’s general direction while we were watching him out our window when I took these around midday. We need to prepare for them better next year, if only to not have her dragging me all over the yard, jabbing a finger at bitten-off tulips and plants, and spitting, “Deer.” Another one. “Deer!” And another. “Fucking deer!”

Author: Chris

Chris La Tray is a writer, a walker, and a photographer. He is an enrolled member of the Little Shell Tribe of Chippewa Indians and lives in Missoula, MT.

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