Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree Tilt.
Wildlife totems have been everywhere and, Nature Girl that I am, I like it. A lot. Except of course, when animal parents are irresponsible.
Deer. Baby deer. Lots of baby deer by the roadside. Enough so that the driver next to us had trouble staying in his lane while he and his kids pointed fingers there and there and there.
Crows. Crows flying dangerously low over my firepot today as I wrapped up a Full Moon ritual. Crows every- where. In fact, lots of crows in the past few weeks, though we didn’t see a single one on our Daytona road trip except for the hour we got lost in Palm Coast, trying to find the road to Gainesville, and about a dozen crows called to us from the pines over the car as we figured out the map. But it’s like they followed us back because they’ve been all around the house since then.
Coyotes! A huge coyote loping across the nearby Golf Course moors in the foggy glow (humidity) of the June Moon. Either that or a werewolf, and I have no idea what Conway or Andrews would say about werewolves as to- tem animals.
Rabbits. The occasional young bunny along the jogging path. Sometimes having a quiet chat with a neighborhood cat and other times waiting to scare the daylights out of me. But at least they weren’t running from Jeaneen’s alligator from last summer.
Reptiles and amphibians. I still don’t know what to make of the albino lizard above the garage door. We named him Paul Bettony, though. As for other slithery critters, I have actually stepped on 2 snakes in the past month. And I believe I frightened them more than they scared me. And then there was the slimy bullfrog that jumped out of nowhere and humped my leg while I did a one-footed dance to shake him off.
And turtles. Turtles mating in the flower beds. Turtles dropping by my front doorstep to say hello. Turtles lingering in the shade around the shrubs. Baby turtles no bigger than my palm, playing hide-and-seek in the sprinkler water behind my car tire….
Mom and Dad Turtle were getting it on in the flower bed while Baby Turtle was playing in traffic. Unfortunately, there’s just no happy ending to this story.