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Kansas Is Home To Wildlife

Kansas is the home of the tornado and the deer I did not fully appreciate this until I moved here I see them in my yard bashing my bird feeders round When they break, the deer lick the feed off the ground. Raccoon mamas come to my porch at night. Their babies stay just slightly out of my sight. The Raccoon mamas fight over cat food on the ground. I sit and watch, and laugh, as they slap each other around. I live next to a marsh, where boxed turtles live in droves. They come up in the spring, and hide amid my bushes, rose. I learned my lesson well, picking up one to help it go back. He tried to snap my fingers off as I tried to help it track. Fox is rare, but I have seen her white tail disappear into brush. There are opossums all over this place, never in a rush. Cardinals, blue jays, robins, and wrens appear at my feeders. Eagles overhead, show me they are the sky leaders. So Kansas is not all tornadoes, as I used to think before I bought my woods, and began to see these animals I adore. A bobcat once I did see here in the early morning dawn. It ran like a dog, was silent, and ran straight for a fawn. The deer are fast, and can out jump any kind of fence. So I was not worried, and I have not seen that bobcat since. Snakes? Oh, goodness yes, I have taken them from cat’s mouth. Baby ones, not poisonous, is that one heading south? I feel eyes peering and peeking at me every single day. I live in a house surrounded by deep woods of oak, very gray. Frogs? Yes. Toads? Absolutely. Skinks too, looking like newts. The Kansas Wildlife seems to interact. always in cahoots.

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