A Flying Saucer, Surprise Skunk, Figs and Deer

I’ve got no one topic today unless you look at them as “firsts”.

This is the first year since I’ve moved here that my crepe myrtle trees came into full bloom. Most years the blooms were pitiful, but I think the extra compost and water helped this year.

This is the first year we got a bountiful crop of figs. We harvested about a pound the other day and ate them fresh. The rest should should start ripening soon. The fig tree is huge! Much bigger than I anticipated. The last couple of years we’d get a handful of figs, but this year the tree is full of fruit. I think I might try making candied figs. Has anyone ever done that? I could use some suggestions.

This is the first time I ever made fried okra. It was way better than what you get in the restaurants.

This is the first time I’ve ever seen a skunk. I saw part of a skunk last year. It was the south end of a northbound polecat, so I only caught sight of his fluffy tail. This time the poor little guy was in broad daylight and going in circles. I’m fairly certain it was diseased. I asked Greg to shoot it.

I didn’t want to take the chance it could have rabies, and two, it needed to be put out of its misery. We had to go out that morning, so I told Greg I’d bury him when we got back. (I wanted the odor to dissipate before I approached him.) When we returned, all we found were pieces of fur. I hope he had been dead long enough that whatever virus had infected him had died before he was eaten.

This is the second time our local landmark, the flying saucer, got a paint job. Whoever owns it painted it a few years back but it wasn’t long before hooligans drew graffiti all over it. I guess the owner got tired of it and painted it again last week. I’m afraid unless he puts it behind a tall fence, those kids will be at it again.

Did their parents ever teach them not to touch things that didn’t belong to them? Sheesh!

It’s ridiculously hot right now. We try not to be outdoors after 10am. I do catch the deer in my yard whenever I go out early. I wish they’d at least be afraid of me, but no, they just give me a deer smirk as they saunter away with my hostas in their mouths.

They’re nothing but deer delinquents, but then that’s life in the boonies. You never know what you’ll encounter next.

So what’s new at your end? Any firsts?

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  1. Aww, poor skunk. (Not Greg dispatching it, but that it was sick. Good on you guys for putting it out of its misery.) Sorry the deer are eating your hostas. Our deer have pretty polite this year and haven’t munched anything they weren’t supposed to. :knock on wood:

    I love life in the boonies. Even when the wildlife in our life is a little obnoxious. Yesterday morning, we had two cute little raccoons munching in the deer corn. Last night, one or both of those little cuties ransacked my freshly-filled hummingbird feeder. I don’t know if they damaged it – I haven’t gone outside yet – but it’s hanging empty with one of the white ‘flowers’ popped off and laying on the porch. Brats.

    • BE: Brats is a good word for them. They are tiny terrors, and will not give up.

      I was sorry about the skunk too, but when I saw it in broad daylight and walking in circles I knew it was sick. It was just a matter of time before something got him. A bullet was faster.

  2. Now Maria, don’t blame the parents. I’m sure they DID teach their kids not to touch things that don’t belong to them. Some kids just don’t care. A few parents are bad apples, true. But most of them are doing the best they can.

    • Marlene: I wasn’t really blaming the parents. I know some very good parents whose kids just ended up being jerks–and sometimes to their own parents too.

      I guess you don’t really learn how to respect property until you realize how hard you have to work to own some.

  3. Figs – gosh I had someone ask me other day about canning them. Check with Tracy at Our Simple Homestead. My grandma use to turn them into Jam. I’m a believer that everything starts at home and kids who vandalize well I’m pretty sure they weren’t taught to respect others. It’s sad and I don’t get it and not sure if I ever want to.

    • Carole: I remember seeing a post on fig canning a long time ago. I wonder now if it was on OSH. I think the next batch I harvest I’m going to dehydrate. Our dried tomatoes are so sweet so I’m curious to see how the figs turn out. Thanks for the tip!

  4. Jenny Schwartz

    Why would you graffiti a ufo? Kids!

    No skunks sighted in my corner of the world … unless politicians count as skunks? LOL nope. Staying clear of politics. Um…firsts? Can’t think of any, but we are getting some rain this winter and the garden and bushland are happier for it – and the people!

    Hope your weather breaks soon and you get some cool air.

    • Jenny: I know, right. It’s cool all by its lonesome, but somebody always thinks he’s entitled to deface someone else’s property. I feel sorry for the guy who owns that saucer. It’s a landmark and a lot of us love it just because we can see it everyday. I wouldn’t blame him if he had it moved all because of some twits.

  5. Well, the local deer haven’t discovered my hostas yet and I’m very glad not to have visited by any skunk, but I caught a cheeky racoon perched on my deck railing the other night, helping herself to the contents of my birdfeeder. I asked her if she was enjoying herself and I’m pretty sure she smirked at me before she climbed casually down the rail and ambled away.

    • Linda: I dread the idea of meeting up with a skunk, but even more so if it was rabid. I guess it’s a lot like getting stung by a scorpion. Eventually your number is up.

      The raccoons haven’t been so bad this year. Either that or we’ve finally managed to thwart all their efforts.


    Quite a few interesting firsts happening in your neck of the woods.

    Too bad for the poor skunk. Better that it is no longer in pain.

    Our first this year was a mother-daughter cruise to Cozumel. I’m hoping it won’t be out last. Me and the kiddo had a really nice time.

  7. Mike Keyton

    Our first? A fig tree has at last borne fruit – four to be precise and still as yet green. The Good Lord should have been more patient with the fig tree that failed to deliver for him

    • Mike: Ours took nearly five years to produce. I think I read that some species produce sooner than others.

      What I need to watch for are the birds. Years ago, my neighbor had a beautiful fig tree full of fruit. He invited us to pick all we wanted before the birds came. We had to go out that day but promised to go picking on our return. Just as he prophesied, the birds swooped in and pick every single fig that same day.

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