We do not own any pets. Both my son J and my husband B are allergic to cats. Although we would like a dog, we’re not ready for furry paws or to say goodbye to our slightly scuffed hardwood floors. We refuse to harbor mice/rats, spiders or smelly reptiles like B’s least favorite, snakes. Fish seem disposable, and a tank would consume too much space. Our family finds zoos mildly entertaining, but we really don’t need to visit them when our own backyard promises more than its share of the fine, furry, feathered friend persuasion.
From our front yard, you’d never guess what inhabits the back. Our modest size home in a modest neighborhood sits on a surprising acre of land in the shape of an orange slice. Past our large backyard, woods border the property with a shallow stream trickling. When humidity and hot air hits, it smells just like the South Jersey swamp it once was. [Read more...]