#30DaysWild (app suggestions - short story about wildlife) https://t.co/yEfBgkk9p4— A Naturespath (@a_naturespath) 5 June 2018
Foxes are animals we should not harm,
let a wildlife sanctuary protect them as we learn.#APoemADay https://t.co/VSh2k4LgYG
Roena the grey Sciurus carolinensis, better known as the Eastern gray squirrel, had never ventured further than the garden with the small apple tree that yielded green, stumpy, tart apples.
At around 12 mid-day, as if propelled by an invisible hand,
she’d turn to face the sun, as it scorched the lavender buds in the tiny city
garden that has been her home since a juvenile.
She stops nibbling on the apple tree bark and almost stands tall with
her tiny front paw to her chest – to greet a plane flying high above altitude
towards the Atlantic Ocean, where some of her ancestry roots originated. Her distant relatives were also from Eurasia
and Africa yet as far as she knew, her parents were born not far from this garden
with the apple tree. They stayed nearby
because of the colourful array of flowering blossoms in the summer months, food
that would usually last them through the first few weeks of summer.
As the plane flew over the garden, she sped past the saxifraga
urbiums, better known as the Prattling Parnells or Whimseys, towards the
masterworts and crane’s bills for a quick snack before hurtling headlong into
the makeshift water fountain made of flower pots moulded together with a base
plate on top, filled with rain water
from the previous day’s downpour.
When Drapper the garden frog saw Roena bulldozing towards
the fountain, he scarpered across the daisies and over to a large rock where he hid, gloating,
‘why can’t she see I was there first?’ he croaked angrily.
‘Always jumping the queue!’ he splutterd as he wisped his
tongue out for a passing aphid.
‘Never, considering
others’, he moaned.
Just then Freddie the Fox stopped Drapper in his tracks as
he loomed dangerously close, almost snatching Drapper by the leg. Drapper being adept at jumping hedges. fences
and ponds, leapt up so fast that Freddie, briefly blinded by the glare of the
mid-day sun, took a step back and nearly lost his balance as he gingerly walked
on the ledge.
‘Hey you!’ shouted Boz from the kitchen window. ‘Scoot!’.
Then he clanged the soup ladle against the base of a frying
pan so loud, Frozby the cat meowed loudly,
‘What’s going on?!’ screeched the cat out loud.
‘I was sleeping!! Can’t
you see?!’ yelled the cat.
Boz looked ferociously at Frozby to stop meowing like a
demented feline and with that, he got a dishcloth and shooed the cat over to a
far corner of the living room, with an ultimatum,
‘Shut it, Frozzies!!
Shut it!!’
The noise woke up the neighbour’s baby who started crying
non-stop and that got the neighbour vexed for all the commotion next door.
‘What’s going on?!’ she shouted out across the fence to Boz.
‘It’s that ratty fox again! Trying to get to the bins and..’ He returned.
Just then the doorbell rang.
Boz stopped in mid sentence and turned towards the passage way. He walked towards the door and when he got
there, he looked through the spy hole.
It was Keith the Postie.
Boz opened the door and greeted Keith with that pie-in-the-sky look, face bright red.
Keith handed him his post.
Boz took it and waved him goodbye until the next time.
As he was about to go back into the kitchen, he noticed a leaflet
with some attached photos,
‘If you see a wild animal like a fox in your garden, please
do not harm them. We at the animal
sanctuary are making sure wild animals like foxes are kept away from
residential areas. We are doing our best
to protect local wildlife and keeping residential areas safe.’
Boz looked at the photos attached to the leaflet and saw
photos of volunteers releasing wild animals back into the wild. Other photos showed wild animals being
rescued and rehabilitated so that they can return back to the forests and not
harm humans.
Boz grabbed his phone and rang the number on the leaflet.
‘Hel-lo, yes, what do you do exactly at the animal wildlife
sanctuary?’
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