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We love the wildlife

July 22, 2005
    Canada is home to many different types of landscapes, and it is a pleasure to live in a place that is full of wonders to visit and enjoy.  There is a phrase, "right in our own backyard,"  and we really have that literally, as we own a house next to an evergreen forest.  The trees are thick and tall, about 80-100 feet tall.  I really enjoy the peace and quiet we get, but sometimes the neighbours challenge that.  I am not talking about the young guy next door with the drum set either, I mean the little critters that make their home in the forest. 
  I  was going through my digital pictures and I ran across one from the first year we moved into our house, and found one of a suprising sight and a mystery we woke to one weekend. 
  This tale starts with a description of our environment, and the motivation.  You might say we have a fair amount of rain in the area where I live.  (Average rainfall in year, about 44 inches)  Where it rains alot in the winter and where you have plenty of shade from big trees, you get a bumper crop of moss in your lawn.  Some people here have decided to embrace the green of moss, it’s soft and plentiful.  Some people fight for the life of their grass,
some more then others.  We have decided to apply lime to neutralize the acid the trees create, slowing down the moss growth, aerate and spread grass seed.  It works a bit.  Our neighbour decided to remove all the old lawn and moss and replace it with lovely, moss free sod.  We admired it’s green-blue lush beauty, for a while.
  At first we didn’t understand why, but they woke up in the morning to see each piece of sod, that lovely carpet like section of grass, rolled up like crepes at a pancake house. We asked "who would do such a destructive act?"  Each day the grass was rolled back out, only to find with the morning the sight of rolled lawn for breakfast. 
  Our neighbour provided the answer after a night watching with a bright light.  Seems there was three adolescent raccoons in the woods that would come each night and search for grubs under the grass.  Maybe they also enjoyed the feel of rolling the entire lawn under their paws.  Only the raccoons know for sure.  I guess we will learn to live with the moss.
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