Watching a fairway show
It wasn’t long after we had finished building our new deck and lowering the adjacent stone wall that the golf course we live next to closed its doors temporarily. Cynthia and I spent many evenings sitting on the deck with a gin and tonic in hand, watching the wildlife reclaim what was once theirs.
The rabbits arrived first, followed closely by the foxes. As the light faded each evening, we would see a vixen follow the same route up through the trees on the 12th fairway and explore different areas in search of some supper. The muntjac were the next to venture out onto the calm grass of the golf course, grazing contently now the general hum of golfers had subsided.
This re-colonisation was watched over by the kestrels, buzzards and kites ever present in the skies above. The last to arrive, and perhaps fashionably late,
