The Visitor
As expected the raccoon came to the bird feeder. Climbed up the tree, walked the fence, and found his dinner. Delicate and precise. He cleaned his plate, too. I know this because I moved one of my cameras to the mesquite tree off the back porch just so I could watch. It wasn’t a great loss. I don’t put a lot of feed in the birdbath feeder. One of these days I might fill it with water again, just to see if he comes to get a drink.
Either way it’s fun watching nature be natural, although I’m not sure a bird feeder really counts as natural. After all, it's made of plastic and a human is putting out the food. But I guess I’m still part of nature since I’m a mammal. So, lending a hand to my brothers and sisters down the food chain is probably ok. I mean it’s not like they’re bears or anything. Although, I wouldn’t want to tangle with a raccoon judging from the stories I’ve heard. It’s just that they’re not looking for trouble, in fact, they run when they see me coming.
Speaking of putting things up, we have a big metal sunflower that my wife’s ya-ya’s gave her one year. It’s languished by the garage looking for a home the last several years since I took down part of an old fence. I put it up in the new garden yesterday and now I can see it out the kitchen window just over the top of the sage. It looks good. And I think that’s it for garden knick-knacks in that area. From now on it’s all about the trees and the plants, and I think we’re on a good trajectory.