Not so much. Just not quite the right climate for widespread tick populations (too cool/cold). Instead we have masses of black flies early, then mosquitos, then deer flies.
This is a cool wet summer and the mosquitos are loving it. The dragon flies have just emerged. Eight degrees @ 07:00 on Monday.
Good point with the temperature Michael. In summer, Hungary is abound with ticks, wasps, and mosquitoes (high temps). Spring and autumn are the best seasons for tramping, when they all bugger off.
No I haven't ... I was warned and ride with my feet glued to the pegs. My sense of balance was going after biking since age 16 which is why I picked up the trike. But I used to pull a little trailer with my Kawasaki 350 and haul around stuff like my generator or water pump, But it has no lights and even in summer it's dark in the woods by 7:30 PM so the switch to 3 wheels gave me more than just a third wheel, it gave me much greater mobility. They should never have banned off-road trikes .... much easier on the trails than 4 wheelers.
Touch wood ...... The fact that he lives outdoors in the City and is very suspicious of other people may help. I think he has good survival instincts but is not an aggressive (compulsive) hunter. What happens to cats in your neck of the woods ...? Coyotes ...?
Yep. Take cats and dogs all the time. People put up missing flyers so you know what's happening. City goers here think they just ran off and someone adopted them. They ignore the local newspapers identifying half eaten cats and dogs found on local golf courses on a daily basis (coyotes don't eat the hind quarters, nasty parts you know).
I'm proud of your cat. Don't let him out at night.
He lives outdoors 24x7 in the city. At the cabin he comes and goes as he chooses. When he stays up by himself ( misses the train home, so to speak) he can get in and out of the cabin with reasonable security. But bears and wolves are the predators here ... and the wolves are most active when the river freezes and they can run the ski doo trails ( which the deer love, too) ... Rocket doesn't come up in the winter once I can no longer drive to the door.
A friend of Tiina's from Arizona lived on a co-op in the desert outside to Tucson and talked of the coyotes luring the cats 'off premises' with chicken clucking noises ... and then ... poof .... cat is gone.
Every cat I have been exposed to until Rocket von Panzer were all neutered males .... he arrived at my door step as a kitten ... in the beginning of winter .... un-neutered. He is very calm and un-neurotic. Dead silent most of the time. I watch him handle the raccoons in Toronto and my neighbors' dogs at the cabin .... very cool.
Opening up, on the eastern boundary. Reflexions, and Big Red. The reflection of the humming bird feeder shows 2 (of about 8 juveniles and adults) aggressively dueling with each other while also constantly attacking the wasps that also want access. A wasp sting for a hummingbird would be certain death, I imagine.
Morning Light .... the hummingbird feeder is 35 feet up in the air ... surrounded by trees that are 75 - 100 feet high. The perfect airspace for combat training before the brood goes south for the winter.
Last Thursday my sister Suzanne and I attended a memorial service in Gravenhurst, Muskoka District, for a distant cousin on Mom's side, Jessica Dinsmore. Jessica was 92 when she passed and was born and raised on a farm just outside of Windermere, Lake Rosseau. She served in the RCAF overseas in WWII. Another 92-year-old, her friend, Elmer, had grown up with and gone to school with Jessica. Elmer and I talked quite a bit on Thursday ... still very fit ... and proud that he had plowed 10 acres earlier in the week ...
The after-service reception was down by the water ... close to where the Royal Mail steamers were based. Tourist magnets today, these boats were the life-line the Dinsmore clan and other settlers depended on for supplies, mail and the latest news. In August, 1914 the RMS Sagamo or Segwun brought the news of war .... Grandfather's German chef left his job on the spot and sailed out for Gravenhurst .. and the fatherland. Within 12 months Mom's dad and 2 brothers were at war or on the way there.
Finally, Sue and I finished the day by visiting the site of the small cottage Mom and Dad rented every summer on Lake Muskoka from 1947 until 1953. Here's where I learned to swim ...