Animal Tales of Southern Gables

Animal Tales of Southern Gables

We introduced Justina Walls and her husband Glenn McCarthy a few weeks ago in our “Meet Your Neighbor” series,1 and noted that they are inveterate walkers, rain or shine. With so much time spent outside in Southern Gables, greeting and talking with neighbors, it’s not surprising that they’ve had lots of interactions with the inhabitants who speak in Woof, Meow, Hoot, and other exotic languages. Justina tells us about some of the couple’s encounters.

Glenn and I have had many animal adventures on our walks and met more neighbors through many of them. We found a black Scottie and returned it to its home numerous times. We bought a dog leash as a result, as that Scottie was heavy to carry back to its home and was a wiggly fellow!

Once when walking alone, two very large, friendly, energetic black dogs crossed my path at various parts of my walk. On my return home, they appeared again, seemingly from nowhere! They were reluctant to be coaxed into following me into the garage where I was able to “capture” them and call the telephone number on their tags. It was a Vet’s office but there was no answer. Then I called Lakewood Animal Control who happened to be searching for them. Through a series of efforts, they were happily reunited with their people. All this occurred in the garage as they were so large and strong, if the door to the yard or the house had been opened, they would have charged past me.

I had a recurring instance where a couple sat on the front porch with an older black dog who ran at me, growling and baring his teeth threateningly while the people shouted “he won’t bite” but did nothing. Thankfully, shielding myself behind a parked car helped me stay safe until he lost interest! That’s been the only scary animal adventure, thankfully. And yes, I started looking up the street a bit to see if the people and their dog were on the porch before turning into that street. There’s always another street to walk!

We’re both “dog moochers” as we pet the friendly dogs when both the dogs and their people let us know that it’s ok. Going home to our own kitties with dog smells on us was not a popular thing in all the years that we had kitties.

Glenn counts the rabbits in the seasons where we see them. For those who may not realize, they proliferated when the coyotes moved in, chasing out the red foxes. Red foxes can pivot quickly and easily, thus catching rabbits. Coyotes can’t do that unless the rabbit is old, injured, or too young to know better. Our wildlife guy explained that these things (like the weather) are cyclical.

We also watch for various birds and enjoy seeing the “regulars” as well as periodic unusual birds in our neighborhood. We enjoy the annual duck couple that comes to our street and sometimes our yard. We were surprised one dusky evening when a large owl swooped by. It was so close that the air flow from its wings tousled my hair, yet it was eerily silent. If geese or ducks are in the street, we shoo them out of the way. When driving, we stop and do the same thing to protect them. Other motorists often shout “thanks!” and give us thumbs up at those times. It’s wonderful to see that so many people care about the wildlife!

Photo by Glenn McCarthy

Our backyard has provided us with many years of wildlife adventures. When we first moved in, every evening we had red foxes, raccoons, and a periodic skunk mama with her babies.

Photo by Glenn

They all brought their babies in the evening, and in the daytime, the red foxes and kits would loll about in the back yard. We would watch them for hours. Of course, we have squirrels and many birds. Glenn now records and counts birds for a couple of different bird groups. We see more additional types of birds in recent years than we did originally.

Photo by Glenn

Perhaps the most unusual adventure was one very hot summer day when we noticed an elk in our neighbor’s back yard! He was standing under a shade tree, enjoying the breezes. After calls to our neighbor and several animal agencies, we learned that the elk had blocked morning traffic at Garrison/Estes and Morrison Road. They assured us that he’d find his way back out, and to not try to “herd” him or pet him. While we are both “city kids” we are not “dumb city kids” (at least not that dumb!) and laughed at the very idea of herding an elk! We enjoyed him from the window and the back deck. And yes, by that night, he had found his way out and we hope he returned to his habitat safely.

We hope that everyone enjoys this wonderful area and slows down enough to see and appreciate nature all around us. We are so fortunate to live in an enchanting area of the world!

Justina Walls holds a BS in Criminal Justice from The University of Texas at Arlington and a JD from The University of Denver. Her early career was in Criminal Justice and she later moved to Housing and Urban Development (HUD) where she held various positions in Equal Opportunity, Native American Programs and Single and Multifamily Housing including management. She has held a license as a Spiritual Practitioner since 1994 and Certificates in Plant Based Nutrition from eCornell University and Forks Over Knives Plant Based Cooking from The Rouxbe School of Cooking. She has taught healthy plant-based cooking and nutrition for over 30 years. She lives and travels with her husband Glenn McCarthy.


Memories of Early Southern Gables

Memories of Early Southern Gables

A few years ago we hosted a celebration of the 50-year anniversary of the Southern Gables neighborhood, honoring the “first owners” and long-time residents. This story was among the memories shared on that occasion. 

By Harry Puncec

Time capsule: writing in May 2017…  Look across South Wadsworth Boulevard at the new housing going in over there. You’ll get a sense of what it was like in Southern Gables during the summer of 1967 when our brand new ranch-style Vicksburg model house was being built on South Yarrow. A complete neighborhood is being created over there at the old Green Gables County Club grounds in one fell swoop, not unlike what happened here long, long ago.

1967. Married less than a year, we had signed a contract with Wood Brothers earlier in the year and had put a deposit on our lot. Our choices of models had been limited as WB had determined which model would go on which lot as they resisted putting the same style house next to each other, and we wanted an eastern exposure midblock.

“Woody” showing off the Vicksburg model in the Wood Brothers brochure

The decisions we had to make were daunting for a newly married couple. First of all there was the cost. They wanted $18,400 for a plain Jane, stripped down model. (I know, outrageous!!!) If we wanted brick all around rather than just across the front it was another $400. fortunately grandma came through with the money and we built our home with brick rather than straw or sticks.

Then there were the decisions about the house on, well, everything. What kind of counter top, gas or electrical stove, color choices for the walls and carpet, and so on. We were even permitted to authorize change orders to modify the house itself; for instance you could order the dishwasher relocated, a wall moved, or even the porch enlarged. Of course today’s newly built homes save you the trouble – or the choices – of deciding much.

Once the house was ours – ours and the mortgage company – windows had to get coverings, furniture had to be found from family and friends, and when that wasn’t enough, Sears. We spent like sailors on shore leave, and entered a long period of great debt.

Wood Brothers built the homes a block at a time with crews moving from model to model. One week you’d see basements being dug and poured, a couple weeks later model after model would be framed giving you your first preview of your neighbor’s homes, and eventually the finishing touches inside and out added. Then at last you’d have the final walk-through inspection of your very own home and, if all went well, you’d be presented with the keys.

It was impossible to keep your stunningly expensive, new home clean! Dirt filled the air and construction noise rang constant. There was not a single tree worthy of the name, grass only slowly arrived, and the winds blew incessantly; you had the makings of housekeeping madness. And it only got worse when the rains came.

On the upside in Southern Gables friendships that have lasted decades were formed. Kids grew up together, went to school together, played sports together, until they moved on in their own lives as adults with a core value system built by our neighborhood. Some have moved back with their kids so they too can capture the magic we experienced.

Southern Gables grabs you like that.