Do you ever see wild animals?

Living where we do, I see wild animals on a near daily basis.

We have a bunny who likes to race me up and down the driveway, me in the Challenger, him on his little bunny legs. I let him win, sometimes.

Every year, Hades, God of the Underworld (a.k.a., Mr. Cat), presents us with a few mangled baby bunnies. Unfortunately, each bunny we’ve tried to nurse back to life ends in an unhappy ending. David held on the longest. I’d like to think Speed Racer Bunny is David’s kin, continuing some sort of relationship, even in David’s absence.

We also have a little family of deer who frequent our property. Mama Deer, The Twins, and Baby Deer love snacking on the wild blackberries, mulberries, and apples in our yard. While Mr. Deer only sporadically makes his debut, we have history, ya’ll. Several years back, we were sitting around a campfire in the backyard when this little guy came up to visit.

Not that he’s taken us up on the offer, but I think he knows he’s always invited to come by for another scratch behind the ears. We saw Mr. Deer while waiting for the bus the other day. My, has he grown.

Mama Deer, The Twins, and Baby Deer are still feeling me out on my offers of a hug, but I’m making progress. One of The Twins walked the length of our property after some coaxing.

I got within 20 feet of her before Hades bounded, panther-like, out of the brush and tried to attack her. He is so dang territorial.

When we came home the other night, an opossum was on the road, admiring our Christmas lights. Or mocking them. I couldn’t tell. He didn’t stick around long enough for me to ask. He’s probably still pissed at me for mistaking him for a grey kitty a few months ago. Opossums don’t like hugs.

Lastly, while I guess they would be considered domesticated, the two dogs that roam the area are pretty wild. “Riff” and “Raff” are the neighborhood bullies. They show up often, wreaking havoc wherever they go. They’ve snapped at my husband, run off with my snowflake light projector, taunted my dogs from the other side of the fence, and knocked over my Feng Shui gold rock pile on my front porch.

They are sneaky, obnoxious shits but provide a laugh with their tomfoolery. One day I’ll confront them. Maybe I’ll offer them a hug or a race down the driveway.

I guess you could say I’m a regular Snow Freaking White.