I can’t believe I got photos of a young javelina suckling!
Javelinas visited twice on Saturday. In the morning and the evening. I’m not sure if the two groups were one and the same.
Here are the photos from the morning
I did not get a good look at all of them in the morning. With the exception of two larger ones, the morning visitors were practically a blur as they sensed our presence. I did not spot any young ones.
In the evening, with the dog safely being distracted indoors, I was able to sneak out and take these photos from the safety of the back patio as they made their way across the backyard. At first, they seemed oblivious to my presence.
Javelinas have poor eyesight and when they have young ones, they can be very defensive and super aggressive. Even if no young are present, if we see javelina, we quickly move to safety. They can charge fast even when not provoked.
Here are some photos from the evening visit. Can you tell which is my favorite?
My garden fairy waits for the time when the pain of having lost the garden twice to frost and three times to javelina is replaced by a need to have my hands in the dirt again. With 80 degree temperatures today, I was tempted – Not enough to act.
Finally, I got to see the deer drinking from the water fountain at dusk yesterday. There were two, young ones by the look of it. I did not dare open the door to get a closer look and better closeups so I shot the deer photos from inside the house. I realized how dirty the windows are after that dust storm / monsoon we just had.
Then this morning, the javelina was trying to figure out how to get at the stinky compost heap inside my garden while I was trying to figure out how to keep the dog from getting outside. The last time they met at the top of the driveway, the dog lost but that’s a story for another time.
The dog growled as the javelina crossed the courtyard.
Normally, she would spring up alert with her nose pressed against the window. Normally, she would have paced impatiently back and forth between the window and the front door letting out a whistle that could only mean “let me at it…” She would nudge the front door handle repeatedly to get my attention if I wasn’t yet up from my computer at the dining room table. Normally, she takes her job of ‘securing the premises’ very seriously. But this morning, at 5:00 AM, she knew that it was already too hot. And so, she stayed reclined on the carpet under the fan uttering a token growl as we both watched the intruder strut out of sight on the way to the make shift watering hole under the yucca.