Forgotten Junkyard

One of the unfortunate, yet oddly beautiful aspects of this neighborhood is the abandoned junk. I haven’t determined if there were ever any legally operating junkyards in this area, but there were certainly “independent” ones at some point. All throughout my neighborhood there are piles of old pieces and parts sticking out of the ground – cars, boats, toilets, tiles, toys, metal and plastic of various kinds (I’ve pondered organizing it like Valkenvania in that terribly bad 90s movie Nothing But Trouble.)

During the summer the thick underbrush hides everything, but during cooler months like this one the thicket disappears and you can see all the secrets it was hiding.

Just a few paces through the property next to mine and there is a treasure junk trove to behold. We’ve uncovered at least eight abandoned cars and that’s without leaving the acre near our residence. We nervously joked that we hope we don’t find any bodies. It doesn’t take a suspicious mind to guess that quite a few scary things have happened in a rural area so close to a notoriously corrupt and high-crime city.

While I like to gawk at apocalypse/decay photos as much as anyone, I’d like to see this property loved again at some point. It’s for sale, you know :)

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Young Buck

A young buck wandered near my house around 9am one morning. He had a wee little rack and seemed completely unfazed by me walking out onto the porch and taking a video of him (below). Also, I guess I should get around to finishing my fence. Getting tired of looking at just fenceposts.

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Bat on the Back Porch

The kids were very happy to wake up to a chauve-souris, or bat, one Saturday morning. He was hiding in a shade spot near our back door, and stayed there until dark. He was so tiny, only about 2-3″ high. As soon as the cuteness moment wore off we looked around for signs of infestation in the attic, but all seems clear so far. I’m on the WLF website trying to determine his species right now. {more on flickr}

Turkey Vultures

Turkey Vultures, Cathartes aura, are possibly the most disgusting creatures I’ve seen out here. They are surprisingly huge, and we usually see them in large groups, tearing at the carcasses of everything from roadkilled raccoons to wild boar. When we identify the flora or fauna around here I encourage the kids to look up the French word too (since they’re in French immersion school and far more likely to remember it at this age). There are a few French words for vulture, like vautour, and charognard, but it seems urubu à tête rouge is the name for the actual species of turkey vulture we have out here. My husband just calls them the “aerial organic disposal units”.

This is a grainy, far-off photo I took of a turkey vulture this summer. I wouldn’t take a photo of the one we saw last night because it was so repulsive. Basically, an injured vulture was nearby and vomited up armadillo entrails and left some feces for us near the garage. We haven’t smelled anything that bad since Katrina. {All praise the garden hose!} We’re not sure what was wrong with him, but we didn’t see him again anyway. This morning I noticed several turkey vultures circling around my front yard. I can only assume they’re giving their buddy a vulture-style funeral…

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