Keeping the Cats Out

I like cats. This is important for me to say because of what I will be writing.

I like cats, just not in my backyard.

We all know people can get very attached to their pets, which is why I have to wonder why some of my neighbors here in suburbia persist in putting their cats outside where they can stalk and possibly kill the birds visiting my feeders.

Outdoor cats (RE Berg-Andersson)

Mind you, I have no objections to cats taking out those blasted digging chipmunks. I have seen a cat in the neighbor's yard chowing down on one. When done an American crow, like the turkey vulture a member of Nature's cleanup crew, took the remains away.

But cats and bird feeders don't mix.

The other day was the third time in two weeks I had to chase a cat away from my yard. Each time it was a different cat and not the first time they've visited. One short-haired tabby looked mean and pregnant. One long-haired, black-eyed cat was mangy. The third, a black short-hair with green eyes, wore a collar. When I chase this one off it always runs across my street toward the homes that abut the community garden.

These cat visits seem to come in cycles, but there is no denying that as the weather chills I am putting out more feeders and these are drawing more birds and those - both four-legged and winged - that can kill them.

When I mentioned these cat visits on a birding Facebook page the comments - mostly anti-cat - rained down. The one woman who wondered how we can consider ourselves animal lovers because we are pro-bird and anti-cat was forced to delete her comment, unfortunately. Cats have been venerated for millennia. There are cat-lover societies in the U.S. and abroad. There is even a group I recently found of people who paint nothing but cats. I have always found it sadly ironic that in one of the best birding areas in the U.S., if not the world - Cape May, NJ - there is a large feral cat community that is rigorously protected even as other residents fear the effect on the many migratory birds that pass through, particularly in spring and fall.

Some friends have cats and I like to watch them walk around the room. All these cats are rigorously kept indoors. They move the same way as their bigger cousins the lions, tigers and jaguars. Their personalities are as different as people. Some are skittish, some disdainful, some friendly and almost dog-like. One brother-in-law once had a cat that came when called. She would bring "gifts" of dead mice to the front step, sometimes into the house.

This may be one reason why people put out cats: It may go back to our rural past when cats were let out to kill mice and other vermin hiding and eating in our barns. Have you ever wondered why many old bookstores have cats? (I know, I'm dating myself here.) Besides entertaining customers (guilty) they kill the mice that could destroy inventory.

Cat on car (RE Berg-Andersson)

Another brother-in-law would always say, "If I have an animal it has to work." So the cats would be let out (luckily, they ignored the feeder birds) until he lost so many of them to predators or automobiles he finally started keeping his cats inside.

Many towns hire animal control companies that will come, lure and trap the cat and take it to a place where it can be adopted or put down if it doesn't have a tag identifying an owner. Too many unspayed loose cats, like the mean short-hair in my yard, could have too many kittens and before you know it you have a real mess.

Perhaps the owner of the black cat had it spayed or neutered. That doesn't make it right to let it go outside on a cold day to show up in my yard and take an interest in a visiting cardinal. This isn't a rural area. Maybe cats are smarter than the dead dogs, deer and other animals I've seen on the roadside, but maybe not, particularly at night.

I can only stay vigilant while hoping any cat I chase off isn't hit by a speeding car. As I said, I like cats.

Nuts (and Pods) to You

Last week, as is my habit at this time of year, I spent two hours one day raking locust pods off my front lawn to the curb. Raking pods is my least favorite garden chore, worse than turning the compost pile (which I don't do every year), worse than cutting back the dried ornamental grasses in the spring, worse than replacing fence posts and deer netting. But I feel compelled to do it, with or without MH.

Acorns on lawn (Margo D. Beller)

Pods are ugly to look at, heavy to rake when enough of them are put together and have a sickly sweet smell. My leaf blower isn't strong enough to move them and I am not buying or renting one of those hurricane-strength fans I see others rolling along to blow leaves and what-not clear across the street. So I must rake them. Pods are good for nothing except feeding some of the birds (I've seen woodpeckers whacking them to get at the seeds) and making more locust trees. If left alone I would have a forest where the lawn is now.

Each year I wish I knew who came up with the idea of planting locust trees so I could punch that person in the nose.

I don't mind raking the falling leaves. I find it a calming activity when the day is sunny, the wind is light and the birds are singing. My rake is quiet compared to the electric blower and I enjoy the time outside. But in the years when the one female locust tree on my property is fruitful, it is literally and figuratively a pain. (I have discovered that, like many plants, there are separate male and female locust trees. Of the four on my property, three are males that do not produce pods. All are town trees I can't cut down and replace.)

Another thing I have in excess this year: Acorns. The oak and elm trees are having a boom, or mast, year - same as the locust. For weeks the squirrels have been running along the tree branches after the nuts. As they go for one they drop five more. As they were with the apples, they are sloppy eaters. Acorn caps they tear off and pieces of the nuts they are gnawing on fall from the trees, whose long branches hang above my enclosed porch's roof and the patio. At dawn and dusk you can hear the loud "thwack" as the falling nut hits porch roof and bounces down to the patio, usually just in front of the back door. It has become so bad I must wear hard-soled shoes or slippers or I'll step on something and hurt my foot. I've been sweeping or kicking nuts away from where I walk with the bird feeders. It is particularly bad after a heavy rain or wind storm.

Trees overhanging porch roof (Margo D. Beller)

If I left the acorns on the lawn, perhaps the squirrels would eventually come get them to cache for the winter. But I do not want to wait that long for the same reason I don't want the locust pods sitting on the lawn.

Like the pods, acorns feed certain birds (jays, woodpeckers) plus deer, bear, squirrels and chipmunks. At this time of year I am likely to find deep holes in the lawn and next to certain plants behind the deer netting as the critters cache their acorns for winter or rob another's cache. I have found tree saplings in the spring where such caches have been forgotten.

In boom years, the increase in food fuels larger families of the eaters. In turn, more of those eaters, such as squirrels or chipmunks, become more food for those that eat them, such as raptors. This can also have a big effect on which birds I see this winter both at my feeder and elsewhere. For instance, according to the annual winter finch forecast out of Toronto, the pine and spruce trees there have been so prolific there is plenty of seed for the evening grosbeaks, white and red crossbills and redpolls, among others, which means they won't be heading south to the U.S. for food this winter. No purple finches at the feeder this winter.

Pods on the grass, alas (Margo D. Beller)

After the boom comes the bust. Somehow, by a process botanists are still not sure they understand, the trees "communicate" with each other and will coordinate their mast. Boom years create more nuts and create more trees, even with the squirrels, etc. Then come the bust years when the trees produce fewer nuts as a way of  regulating the populations of trees and feeders so we're not overrun with either.

Weather may also be a factor. In my area we had a lot of rain this spring, which might have contributed to the seed boom. In past, drier years, there have been fewer nuts or pods produced as the tree focuses on taking care of itself.

But that is not this year's situation. At some point, the acorns will be done. Today, after the town took away the leaves and pods at the curb, I looked out my office window and can see plenty of locust pods still hanging in the tree. They'll be down after the next storm. It is as regular as the sun rising in the east.

Disposing of the Fruits of My Labor

Dahlia, Autumn 2019 (Margo D. Beller)

As I sit on my enclosed porch, the weather is most definitely autumnal. I am in my warmest robe. The windows are closed. A feeder has drawn cardinals. The sun's arc is shorter and it doesn't rise as high in the sky. Days are most decidedly shorter.

And in the corner are four pots of vegetables continuing to grow.

Every year around this time I begin the slow task of closing the garden and getting the house ready for winter. I wait for as long as possible before bringing indoors the houseplants I've put on the porch for the summer because they are going to get more humidity outside than in, especially once I start using the furnace. This year I made it until the beginning of October when the projected overnight low one night would be 37 degrees F. My porch would've kept the plants a degree or two warmer but since many of them are tropicals they had to be brought in.

The pots of cannas and dahlias in front behind the deer netting are staying put for now. The dahlias are autumn flowers, just starting to bloom. The cannas' leaves still look fresh although what flowers they had are long since done. Once frost hits and the foliage goes brown I can cut it off and put the pots in the garage, while I pull up the dahlias and store the bulbs, wrapped in newspaper, in a box nearby.

Tomato plant, still bearing fruit (Margo D. Beller)

That leaves the vegetables. Most people, if they grow vegetables, seem to harvest what they can and leave the rest to rot. I've seen this in my town's community garden. I've walked there after a frost and found many tomatoes still on the vine until the plot holder makes it there to rip out the plants. (One of those holders allowed me access once and now I know what a frozen tomato looks and feels like.)

I, however, grow vegetables in pots. Usually I have anywhere from two to five pots of peppers and one of basil. The basil is used up first, long before the first frost. But if the peppers are covered with flowers (connoting the fruit to come), I bring them indoors for the winter.

Things are different this year.

Two autumns ago, I found a tomato seedling near my compost pile. I potted it and it grew into a tree that was difficult to keep upright. Just as it was about to put out fruit, it became infested with white flies that also affected the nearby peppers and my houseplants. Out went the tomato and the peppers, the former into the front yard where, despite the sun, it died in the cold, the latter into the one corner of the enclosed porch where the sun shines the longest. (Each houseplant was examined and cleaned outside before coming back in.)

Peppers  and base of tomato plant; note the pepper flowers
(Margo D. Beller)

This year, I had two of the four peppers I had kept inside for the winter (two died and the other two were continually moved to rid them of white flies) plus a basil, a third type of pepper and a cherry tomato plant that also grew to be like a tree. All were in a protective cage but the deer soon discovered they could reach up and eat the upper parts of the tomato. Thus I covered the tomato and the cage in netting. The plants continued to give me vegetables and, as usual, seemed to get a second life late in the summer.

So once the houseplants were brought into the house, I transported the four pots to the porch where I continue to pick tomatoes even as more grow. Of the peppers, one has been a disappointment (the one decent pepper it produced wasn't particularly good), one is nearly done but the last is covered with flowers and growing fruit.

Tomato flowers and small, unripe fruit (Margo D. Beller

What is different this year is my attitude - none of these pots are going to be taken into the house. I am done with battling white flies. I am done with moving heavy pots. In the autumn of my life, there are more important things I must consider, such as my declining physical strength.

Next year I plan on following Thoreau's dictum of "simplify, simplify" and have one pot of peppers and one of basil. I'll leave the majority of vegetable growing to the farm markets.

When the really cold weather comes, which it inevitably will, I will pick what tomatoes and peppers I can use and leave the plants on the porch and let nature take its course. Then the plants will be pulled out and composted to feed the worms.