All’s well in Fawnskin. True or false? Fawnskin residents and visitors feel good because the Megans law website shows no sex offenders living in this area?
True: No registered sex offenders have a Fawnskin residence as their address. This must be better than having nine like Big Bear City, three like Erwin Lake or the two that are registered in Sugarloaf. You don’t even want to know about Big Bear Lake.
False Sense of Security?: Don’t feel safer, or be less vigilant with your children and grandchildren because dots on map are far away from your house. These dots have legs, and cars, and boats. They move around. Please review the site and keep yourself and your children alert and aware that although we do love in paradise, but someone let the pond scum in here also, and its our job to keep it from getting any scummier.
I only know one of these men or women, maybe you know one, or they live near a friend. No specific action is required, but knowledge is a powerful tool in the protection of our community and our beautiful lifestyle.
A word of caution: Not everyone listed is a threat or a pervert. Have some discretion and use the information wisely. I think a direct question deserves a direct answer, if you don’t want to be the one asking, get a bolder friend, and then go along for moral support. If you are on the list, be ready with your answer, as I may meet you in the supermarket.
HARD HAT AREA: Close call Monday on the path down from Fawnskin park to Navajo. A young couple were walking together when a green pine cone came crashing down with a THUD right next to the lady. The squirrel who dropped his lunch probably just forgot to yell “lookout below!” He did not run down to see if everyone was alright, he just went to cutting the next cone.
The advice I gave the lucky young woman, which I share with you, is to keep yourself out from under our gorgeous pines whenever possible during cone cutting season. Keep your car out of the way also, as these five pound projectiles move at fifty miles an hour, and have taken out plenty of windshields.
Since they don’t hang out a “Squirrel at Work” sign, here are some clues that you have a cone cutter working above you:
Cone litter or pine needle clumps on the ground. In some places the cone debris may be so thick it looks like a red brown carpet.
Full green cones on the ground that some squirrel dropped and will pick up later, yeah right! Just like my son and his socks!
Pine sap dripping from the end of cut branches. It makes a sticky mess that some other columnist can tell you how to get off your car or deck in a jiffy. It also may be a signal that a fat grey friend is nibbling the ends of the tree’s limbs to get at the cones.
Publishers Note:Mineral Oil or Alcohol works well depending on the surface. Test first to avoid damage.
Hey, enough chatter! Bottom line, we like you AND we like our grey squirrels, so can’t we all just get along? It’s a long drive to the doctor or the hospital, so keep looking up, maybe wear a hard hat, and stay safe out there.
Yes of course I know that the squirrels are after me because I am a nut! Thanks for reminding me.
“Auntie Diana” experienced lots of animal adventures this weekend and the trend doesn’t seem to be stopping. Today included a couple of encounters with young kittens. Sampson, my delinquent nephew who lives with his dad near the post office, decided to abandon any restraint this afternoon and began to climb up my leg in his exuberance to see me.
Sampson likes to supervise my every move as I attempt to restore his litter box back to tolerable condition and make sure he has the best kitty snacks and fresh water. Then, after a bout of “mouse on a fishing pole” and “jingle ball soccer,” it was time to introduce him to the always popular, paper bag.
Any savvy feline fanatic knows, that despite the best efforts at providing the absolute finest toys, cats will always settle for the simplest and cheapest item around. The top three items on the list? Paper bags, milk top rings and aluminum foil balls.
To lure young Sampson into the bag I rolled his jingle ball into it. He thought it was a great discovery, this crinkly cave. However, he also thought it was grand to hit the jingle ball around from the OUTSIDE of the bag, without any visual contact and only the audio to keep him amused. When he finally ventured in again, I explained he needed to know the nuances of the bag and gentle tipped it upright. He got this bewildered look on his face and then jumped out.
It is a good thing that I am the Auntie because his dad had all the bags in the fireplace ready to burn. How could he misjudge the value of his stash? Sampson rang in excited laps around the house and up, over and under any furniture. I am sure he is training for the crazy cat Olympics.
On the other end of town, contrasting the energetic gray terror, Gooter awaited my arrival. He is enamored with me and unlike Sampson, is a gentle and quiet sort. They both are the same age but very different in temperament. When I ventured up to visit Gooter, he immediately had to come sit near me and when I attempted to get him to play with his “mouse on a spring,” he intentionally gently pawed my hand (with sheathed claws) that held the spring.
However, he made his mother crazy by insisting on sitting underneath my rocking chair. She was sure I would rock onto his tail, but I am not so silly! Anyway, this young tom has no qualms about jumping onto the counter to get a gander and a snack from the kitty food stash. I gave the family some tips and know this guy will be a fine fellow in no time. He already has impeccable manners and a gentle nature. Sampson, on the other hand, is another story!
Post Office Mystery Continues The white Toyota corolla was still at the post office. If you know any Gardners in town please let Cynthia know. Everyone is worried about the owner, especially given the child’s seat in the car.
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