There is Buried Treasure

I have learned, slowly I will admit, that buried treasure really does exist. Treasure, however, depends upon he who is viewing it or collecting it. What might be my treasure, might well be your -well, not a treasure at all.

To go back in time, to my first examples of buried treasure, I must talk about Shasta girl and a bit of her history. When we adopted her, she was living at the humane society. We were told she had come from a family that had more dogs than food and she and her brother had been brought in because they had become “wanderers”. Apparently in search of food. She was then one year old. After we brought her home, I would find chewy treats we had given her in rather odd places – buried in the corner of a chair or the sofa, occasionally in our bed covers. Buried chewies – her treasures – were not particularly offensive and I confess to discovering her hiding places with laughter. Maybe even some admiration for her innovation and her talent at storing away for a future date.

However. There have been those treasures we have happened upon that were not met with so much laughter. Those treasures that were found with a “yech!” response. Like the gopher that was concealed in our blankets on our bed – the bed I had not yet made that morning. The good news is the gopher was no longer gophering. And the old, ugly bone she had found I have no idea where, also in our bed covers.

More recently, she has buried in the corner of the big recliner, the one purchased for husband who uses it only very rarely and so it has now become Shasta’s chair, what was once a frolicking baby bunny. That discovery was made one evening when I was sitting in my big recliner knitting and Shasta was sitting on the floor next to me, looking at me, then at her chair, then at me, at her chair – until finally I decided I should check to see what her problem was. Yech! We had a discussion, Shasta girl and I, about leaving baby bunnies alone and not bringing some of her treasures into the house. Although I am not certain if she was the one that captured the baby bunny, or if it might have been Lily cat. I have seen Shasta steal some of Lily’s catches from her, so that is a possibility. I’m just not sure if chubby Shasta could run that fast.

Even more recently, just a night or two ago actually, I was ready to crawl into bed where husband was already reading. In preparation, I was puffing my pillow up, putting it into supporting me while I read mode, when something caught my attention underneath that pillow. Oh my! Huge yech! Another baby bunny! Shasta!!!!! We talked about this!!!!

Anybody want a loving yellow lab, slightly overweight but very happy?

There will be no pictures of the Shasta treasures – that would just be too gruesome. I did get out to my place of peace, my front deck, the other early evening just in time for happy hour.

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A Mourning Dove imbibes.

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A finch, House, Purple or Cassins – I cannot always tell them apart.

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An I’m not sure what it is bird. Maybe a female blackbird?

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Pine Siskin.

Now weren’t those so much nicer to look at than Shasta’s buried treasure? I think so.

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I'm me - nothing unusual, just me. Widowed, 2 grown children who are my best friends, 2 dogs, 1 cat, retired, loving being retired. I am woman, I am strong.
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18 Responses to There is Buried Treasure

  1. I can’t imagine never knowing what I might find in that sacred spot–beneath the covers of my bed! I remember when our Mama Cat had her babies. As soon as they started to wobble about on their shaky little legs, Mama Cat would bring them treasures, like a dead robin. Once she dragged a nightgown up the stairs from the laundry room to her nest, but she favored the boys’ socks mostly. You take it with a good grace, Carol. Thanks for making me smile.

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    • Carol says:

      I’m learning to watch for signs – if the pillows on the bed are disrupted too much, I’d better check to find out why. Before I’m ready for bed. My cats have brought me occasional treasures too, but those I receive less graciously because they are most often still alive and I’m not fond of live chipmunks and mice running around the house.

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  2. Heather says:

    Well, it’s pretty funny from this side of the incident. Our “babies” are inside cats, so we rarely find such treasures. Our male cat loves drinking from the bathtub – and taking a not infrequent shower – and we have found a couple of my giant stuffed animals (from childhood that I hang onto for children visitors) in the tub. I think he dragged them there in an effort to convince them how cool his favorite space was 😉
    I love that little reddish bird, and since I have no idea what it is, I’m content with any of your best guesses!

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  3. Dawn says:

    Easy for me to laugh…..not so much for you. Love the birdbath…

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  4. Lynne Ayers says:

    I don’t know if I could be quite so forgiving. Jackson bounded across the field to me one day, his gait telling me he was obviously proud as punch and eager to show me what he considered to be a great accomplishment and a very special gift for me. A rabbit hanging limply from his mouth. As he continued his approach, tail high and wagging he saw my face and in mid stride he swerved off, his tail drooped, his gait no longer a happy prance, his head down, his shoulders sagged – He plainly read in my face that I wasn’t too thrilled with his present. Then I felt badly, like I had told my young child that her fabulous drawing wasn’t all that fabulous.

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    • Carol says:

      Our pets like to share their treasures with us, and I hate to burst their bubbles. Although I’m not so sure that Shasta is sharing so much as she is storing.

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  5. suzicate says:

    Oh no…don’t think I’d be a bit happy about finding that treasure beneath my pillow! Perhaps, Shasta’s defense should be “the tooth fairy did it!”

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  6. kaodell says:

    sister dog and I shall have a talk when I get there….furry and cute should be kept alive.

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    • Carol says:

      Thing is, we’re not certain who is doing the catching – I have seen Shasta go out to “help” Lily with some of Lily’s catches and I don’t know if chunky butt could catch a baby rabbit – unless, of course, she has found the nest. Perhaps she’ll listen better to you, I seem to have little influence.

      Sent from my iPad

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  7. Oh, bless Shasta’s heart!

    This morning my girls were looking awfully sheepish. I know that look, so I sleuthed around until I found their buried treasure…a chipmunk. No puncture marks, no blood — still warm, but clearly dead. I think they scared the poor little thing to death.

    I love the vivid color in your photographs!

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    • Carol says:

      Shasta has this cavernous lab mouth, so she is readily able to come in with things hidden in it and I cannot tell. If I pay attention though, her behavior will tell all – but that requires that I not be preoccupied with something else.

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  8. Lisa says:

    I certainly like the finches and doves over Shasta’s “treasures.” 🙂

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  9. Angelia Sims says:

    I must say….thank you for NOT sharing. LOL. I had a cat that brought treasures, but none of the four dogs go a-hunting. 🙂 I have some photos of what I believe are Pine Siskin birds. I didn’t know what they were called. I got them when I was in Minnesota. 🙂 Love your bird photos.

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  10. Kathy says:

    Hmmm, thought I replied to this before. Maybe not. I believe in buried treasure! Oh how I believe… and your pictures are oh-so lovely.

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  11. Carol says:

    A friend questioned my Mourning Dove classification, which led me to iBirds – this is not a mourning dove they said. So on to Google because my iBirds does not list any other doves, and I have now learned that this is a Eurasian Collared Dove – something new to our area.

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