We're having a bit of trouble with fledging birds...having the doors and windows open is an invitation for any little bird learning to fly to get itself trapped indoors...banging frantically against the windows knocking stuff flying and crapping everywhere...sorry...bad word...pooing everywhere.
I woke up this morning to two Swallows zooming round the sitting-room ceiling while Himself was engrossed in his lap-top and hadn't even noticed them...
A couple of Autumns ago a tiny bat flew into the bedroom...he landed on a torah I had hanging over the door so we left him there thinking he'd find his own way out eventually. He didn't though. He climbed onto the side against the doorframe and hung on for the entire winter...didn't seem to worry him, us having the lights on or the noise of the vacuum cleaner. One late spring evening I watched him peep over the top of the torah and then he flew straight out of the bedroom window.
We had a Fox as well...he wasn't tame but he wasn't alarmed either when I went to feed the cats. He'd sit at the end of the poly-tunnel and watch while I put their food out...if he was really hungry he'd go straight to the nearest dish and start eating...the cats didn't seem to mind him...the bigger brother would swipe him sometimes with his paw but the Fox didn't care, he'd flinch a bit and then carry on eating.
Don't know what happened to him.
Hector...my old cat who died a few years ago... once caught a young Mink...I could hear the most appalling squealing noise coming from the garden and went to investigate...there was poor Hector sitting bolt upright with an expression of pure horror on his face and a small and exceedingly angry young Mink on its back in front of him...waving it's legs in the air and baring its teeth and all the while emitting a dreadful ear-splitting screech.
I clapped my hands and shouted...it turned itself the right way up and bolted for the river while I swear Hector heaved a huge sigh of relief...he washed his paws carefully and stalked off into the flowers...
We've never had Badgers coming to the garden...though we do know a woman who has a family of Badgers come right up to her back door to eat the food she's left out for her cats...
They are living around here because the dogs like to roll in their poo when they go for walks and you can see their footprints in the muddy boreens...Himself used to see a big Boar Badger when he took the dogs out late at night...blundering along the laneway...the only time I've ever seen baby Badgers was the same evening the Billy goat leapt on the bonnet of Petra's car and gave us both hysterics...it was the middle of the night and he simply appeared from nowhere...landed with a terrific thump on the bonnet...leapt off and disappeared...
Petra had been driving slowly because the baby Badgers were pottering along on the side of the road...they vanished when she stopped with a screech of brakes and slid ungracefully into the nearest hedge...I learnt several German swear words that night.
Another Billy goat once trapped us in our car...we'd gone to visit some friends one day and pulled up outside their house only to see a really large stinky Billy goat making a beeline for our car...huge horns he had and he was filthy...his beard all matted with pee...I opened the passenger door and he was there in a flash...head down, with a look of evil intent in his eyes, he head-butted the door...so I closed it quickly...every time either of us opened the door there'd he be...our friends stood on their garden path laughing fit to bust...
Eventually...and it was a good half an hour...a chap came along driving one of those big 4x4's...when he'd stopped laughing at our predicament, he drove very slowly towards the goat and sort of pushed him along until he was a hundred yards or so away...we bolted for our friends front door and we never saw the goat again...