Letter: Bathed in lush green, life returns to the Back 40

Posted 5/13/24

Well, my world finally turned green as I hoped it would and it brought some things to remember.

• One morning I looked out and saw a tiny yellow warbler scavenging for t insects in a bed of …

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Letter: Bathed in lush green, life returns to the Back 40

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Well, my world finally turned green as I hoped it would and it brought some things to remember.

• One morning I looked out and saw a tiny yellow warbler scavenging for t insects in a bed of violet periwinkles.

• At the far end of the Back 40 there is a small pond, which usually has so little water as to be not worth mentioning, but not now, after all the May rains, a mallard has decided to raise her adorable fluffy ducklings there. A first?

• Close to the house there is a small pool meant for goldfish. After the pool was emptied and scoured and filled with Tiverton water, 28 were introduced and looked so pretty swimming here and there in the clear water. The next morning only TWO were swimming. Breakfast for Mink? Otter?

• The Evil raccoon warned me she was outside by some funny barks so I turned on the bright night light and had a chance to see her matronly figure gobbling up birdseed, spilled from the big feeder. I may have mentioned that I dare not put out sugar syrup for the hummers or grape jelly for the orioles as that Evil One will knock off and destroy the containers.

• Perhaps what we saw on a very foggy night will be the one that will remain in my mind the longest. There is a small field behind my deck, and around 7:30 we happened to look out and all we saw were long white tails, so foggy that we couldn’t see to what they were attached. We watched the tails — 13 of them — move slowly around the field until as group they moved away. As my little dog was asleep and no threat, the deer could go where they wanted and it was hard to believe that what we were watching were deer.

I hope you too will see something memorable. Keep looking.

Sidney Tynan

Little Compton

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