By Mary Jane McKinney
Neighborhood Watch groups are typically on the lookout for crime. In my West
Texas village, “If you see something, say something” has a different meaning.
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housing developments surrounding us on all sides have altered the environment
and hunting grounds for thousands of animals we don’t usually see crossing our
yards. We’re used to seeing deer, squirrels, rabbits, hawks, feral cats, and an occasional skunk or armadillo. Lately, it’s been like watching an episode of "Wild Kingdom."
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A few days ago, I spotted a large gray fox sniffing around a lantana bush 20
feet from my backdoor. I ran to the phone and called my cousin B.W. who lives on
the property next door. A few hours later, he caught the fox in his chicken pen and
shot it.
The phone alerts also work for nocturnal (possibly rabid animals) that appear in
the daytime. A skunk or opossum spotted in the bright sunshine signals danger. At
twilight, when nocturnal mammals emerge to hunt, we’ve seen a parade of porcupines, civets, and raccoons.
The worst incident so far involves a rabid bobcat that squeezed through a small
pet door in Currie Jones’s garage. The bobcat was chasing two dogs around the
garage when sharpshooter Jones managed to kill the bobcat without shooting the
dogs or plugging holes in his wife’s SUV, or his Ram pickup.
The collective sleep of our community is being disrupted by the nighttime
screams of rabbits being carried off in the talons of owls. Some of the clever nocturnal creatures have managed to find a way under houses where they bed down for
the night. How do we know they are there? We hear them, and many of them give
off a musky odor, especially if they have been socializing with skunks.
All over Texas, residents in new developments have had to cope with coexisting
with wild things. Exurbia, the housing beyond suburbia, is encroaching on more
and more wilderness. Animals go where they can catch and kill food. A survival
twist is that animals are acquiring a taste for human food. Why kill a small animal
if you can eat garbage, pet food? When B.W. found the fox in the chicken pen, she
wasn’t attacking the chickens yet. She was feasting on some leftover chicken casserole tossed in the pen for the chickens.
It could be worse. We haven’t seen coyotes, black bears, eagles, or feral hogs yet.
And we don’t have to deal with alligators like Florida residents do. But the pastoral
calm we enjoy has been disturbed. We’ve had to change our way of life. No more
going away for the weekend and leaving pets enough food and water on the back
porch. Now, we have a neighbor feed pets while we’re away, and put away the dog’s
bowls when they are through. No more tossing scraps in the chicken yard, and no
more leaving fruit and vegetables at a neighbor’s door. Now, we ring the bell and
hand over the home-grown produce in person.
The irony in this situation is that the new homes being built on 2- to 5-acre lots in
the wilderness are for people who want to live in the country, away from the stress
of the city. We wonder how the new people will react to the new stress of dealing
with wild animals. The city transplants often install swimming pools and ponds,
both magnets for wild animals. Just as the natives here have a lot to learn about our
wild reality, so do our new exurbanite neighbors.
If the wild animals continue to multiply, we may have to fight fire with fire and
invest in a few llamas and donkeys to guard our block. Now, that’s a Disney movie!
Mary Jane McKinney of Christoval, Texas, writes her "Plain English" column for Texas newspapers.