We live in the desert and things fall into our swimming pool –all the time.
A desert turtle fell in once and we found it lying at the bottom. At first I thought it was a brown hat. We fished it out and sat it on a rock and I was about to declare it DOA, when lo and behold the creature opened it’s bleary eyes, coughed up a tablespoon of water and shuffled off into the rocks.
Another accidental fall-in was a wee baby bat with a cheeky face amazingly like a Chihuahua. Batty was revived with milk fed with a Q-tip, kept in a dark shoebox in the laundry room (the closest thing I could find to a cave) and released at dusk. Bats probably send out a sonar signal like they say, because only seconds after I set him out on the patio, a whole bunch of aunties and uncles, cousins and friends showed up en masse, and Batty joined them after a rather drunken take off that almost landed him in the pool the second time.
Rescue#3 was a baby Chuckwalla lizard – which had ingested so much water, its stomach was bloated and tight like a Ping-Pong ball. After reviving in the run, Chucky waddled off to live another day. Hurrah!
Other pool visitors include a beautiful bobcat that pays us the occasional visit. It has striking markings and elegantly tufted ears.
A young Sonoran king snake once jumped into the pool to grab a juicy chlorine-marinated mouse and probably nursed a stomach ache for the rest of the day. King Snakes (they can grow up to three feet) are harmless to humans and it’s a good thing to have them around because they kill rattlesnakes.
Then, there are surprise drop-ins. An amorous mallard, veered off its migration course to crash-land in our pool looking no doubt, for a last summer fling. But sadly, the coy female lounging in the corner, turned out to be only a plastic chlorine tablet holder. Mally flew off with a disgusted ‘quack’.
Another time, a not-so-lucky raccoon was found floating belly up, eyes rolled back with its ghastly teeth showing. My sister who was visiting from India the next day, heard all about it. Sis, if you must know, has little knowledge of raccoons.
Talking to her friend in California, Sis says. “I missed all the excitement, yesterday. A moose fell into Shona’s pool.”
“A MOOSE!” shrieked the friend, “My goodness, what did they do?”
“Oh it was already dead so they just threw it out into the desert,” Sis replies, casually.
“With a shovel.”
(More shrieks from the other end)
Sis covers the mouthpiece and tells me. “She can’t believe the moose fell into your pool.”
“Not a moose – a raccoon,” I correct her.
“Sorry, it was a raccoon,” Sis tells her friend, “Not moose. I got the animals mixed up because of the two ‘o’s in the spelling.”
“Then it could be a baboon, too, for that matter, ” says the friend, dryly.
Giving all creatures falling into our pool, it was hardly surprising when hubby looking out the patio door, one morning, declares. “Something large has fallen in the pool.”
I grab my glasses, “What is it? A raccoon? A moose? A baboon?” Anything is possible after all but I’m stunned at what he says.
“Very strange,” says hubby, slowly. “but it looks a little bit like a stingray.”
I can hardly believe my eyes. The creature is HUGE, with dull mottled markings and it’s flapping away at the bottom of the pool, obviously alive, because its large wings, fins or whatever they are, move up and down. In the refracted light of the pool it looks sinister and threatening.
“A stingray!” I scream. “Oh my God!”
Hubby is less prone to theatrics. “That’s ridiculous. We live in the middle of the desert! I’m going out to take a look.”
“No!” I pull him back. “You will scare the thing. It might jump.” The thought is too terrifying.
Suddenly, I have an idea. “Wait here, I’m getting the binocs.”
I peer through the binoculars, hands shaking, unable to focus. I almost drop them when the automatic timer on the pool pump suddenly comes on and the creature jolts forward and flaps around furiously, looking agitated.
“What?” Hubby grabs the binocs from me and adjusts the focus. He stares through them, opens the patio door and goes outside. He is laughing. “Come here, you’ll never believe what it is.”
Can you guess what it was? Hint: look at the first picture. Now wouldn’t you think it was a stingray if you saw it flapping away at the bottom of your pool – that too, first thing in the morning, before drinking your first cup of tea?
Life is never dull, I tell you. Cheers, my friends!
Update: “What were the shorts doing at the bottom of the pool?” is the sneaky question I am getting. I hasten to explain – they were drying on a deck chair and got blown in by the wind. 🙂
Thank you, Shona! I very much enjoyed your blog about the pool. The “stingray” still has me laughing! Blessings!
Hmmmm, now I wonder how THOSE got at the bottom of the pool!!
Haha! A very staid and boring answer, I’m afraid. They were out drying in the sun and the wind blew them in!
That’s your excuse Shona, I never felt any wind at any time at your place——the plot thickens!!!!!
I am not liking your sneaky insinuations, Davey….
You could start a little zoo. I love the story of the moose, and as for the stingray, that’s marvellous.
I must admit I did actually have quite a little zoo in the tea gardens of Assam when I was growing up. The menagerie included dogs(2) cat (1), mynah (1), guinea pigs (26) rabbits (6) snake (1) monkey, baby elephant and baby leopard temporarily before they were sent off to the zoo.
26 guinea pigs? That’s impressive, not to mention the larger and wilder members.