Originally Posted by Byron
I am 60, almost 61 in another month, and those photos go back a few years. The one with Ricco is last year I think.
I hike the trails. I encounter horses now and then--and bears and deer too. Cougar are about but I have not seen one. Came across a pair of deer one day, resting under an old roof in a clearing, photo attached.
I'd like a dog, but it is a commitment--in money more than time. Several of my friends have gone through health problems with their dogs that have cost thousands of dollars. Can't afford that, the fish are bad enough
I have squirrels around the neighbourhood, but they are more shy of people than they were in the park. There is a gray one that in the summer when my study doors are open to the back garden will come in and sit up on the desk beside me, and a black one comes to the door and I can feed him too. I have a couple photos of the gray one on the desk, not very good photos because of the light, but one's attached.
Oh man, I hear you on the financial commitment to pets. I have dogs (always have) I actually ran a small Rottweiler rescue out of my home for some time. 4 weeks ago, My dog had a surgery that from start to finish has cost me almost $5,000. I can't afford that either but... I couldn't let him go. He came to me as a rescue just weeks before I was diagnosed with Cancer. He was meant to be a foster dog and be re-homed but due to my illness, it didn't happen that way.
He ended up being my therapy and companion and I didn't have the energy to work on re-homing him. He became a permanent member of my small family. When it came to him needing surgery, I HAD to find a way. I got a small grant from a rescue that I work with and will be paying the rest over time. Needless to say, once you have had Cancer, you don't usually have much left in the bank. At least I sure don't.
The picture of the squirrel in the house is amazing. I think they are very cute but for some reason over the past years, I have developed almost a phobia of rodents. It is irrational and not sure why it has gotten so bad over the years. It started out with a mouse running down my arm when I was reaching up on a shelf in the stable. I screamed, ran and gouged my arm open. This fear just seems to get worse and worse. I actually break into a sweat and have all I can do to not hyper ventilate.
The weird thing is, I think they are very very cute. If I see them in their cages at the pet stores, I find them fascinating, I just can't have them close to me without glass in between. Silly, isn't it?
I love the deer picture. One of the best things about riding the horses in the woods (something I used to do PRE Cancer) was all of the wildlife one would see. Animals must have caught the smells of the horses before that of the human and we were able to get very very close.