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Now and again, one in all these creatures acquires superstar standing regionally, popping up in neighborhood chatter and changing into a personality in our day by day lives. Impressed by my colleague Jill Cowan’s latest article about Los Angeles’s favourite mountain lion, P-22, we requested to your tales about beloved wild animals in your nook of California.
Right here’s a few of what readers shared, flippantly edited:
“Over the previous a number of years, we’ve shared our restaurant property with a moderately precocious however pleasant bear. He comes within the spring and disappears round Christmas. Rupert, the identify we’ve given the bear, lounges across the again lot space and retains the grubs and blackberries below management, seldom venturing into our primary yard. Our canine, Rosie, in fact, stays on alert. — Terry Eilers, Mount Shasta
“Albert the albino peacock is kind of well-known in Boulder Creek, the place, in the course of the C.Z.U. Lightning Complicated fires, locals tried to evacuate him, however he was too massive and couldn’t match into something. As a result of the city didn’t burn, he was positive and, so far as I do know, is still alive and round in the present day. Some posters and T-shirts have been made along with his picture as a logo of resilience, like a phoenix rising from the ashes.” — Laura Testa-Reyes, Boulder Creek
“A number of years in the past, virtually each night, my spouse and I hiked as much as the summit of an area mountain, Mission Level. As soon as, on our approach down, we seen a gap within the dust path. Our headlamps revealed a tarantula inside. Every evening for 2 weeks we visited ‘Tommy’ till he disappeared, with out discover. Later, we realized that Tommy was most likely a ‘she,’ both guarding her eggs or ready in her den for a roving male as a mate — and possibly a meal.” — Jim Davis, Northridge
“A hummingbird as soon as flew into my living-room window, and I discovered him mendacity surprised on the patio. I picked him as much as defend him from the neighbor’s cat, swooping hawks and my chocolate lab. I held him in my closed fingers for 5 minutes to permit him to recuperate. Then I opened my fingers and let him relaxation till he felt sturdy sufficient to fly away. He stayed nonetheless for about 5 extra minutes and let me stroke his head and below his beak. Then he flew off, circled round me a few instances, after which landed on my shoulder and stayed there for 2 or three minutes earlier than flying off.” — Susan Rogers, Carmel
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