I have to go get some work done but will be back eventually to tell you a little bit about my adventures with the wild bird that Sharon mentioned. He was a tiny tufted titmouse with a HUGE personality who earned the moniker Mr T.
I have long thought there must surely be a sign in the forest somewhere with an arrow pointing [all creatures] to my house. One night last week, I open the back door and called my cat, "Kitty, Kitty, Kitty, " and an opossum walked up to the door and looked at me as if he thought he lived here. We seem to have a strain of near white opossums in the area. Years ago there was a white one that would visit the Raccoon Buffet and even eat side by side with the raccoons. I named her Snowball. I don't know how long they live or if the one I saw might have even been Snowball, but she was also pretty comfortable around me.
It's as if all creatures seem to recognize me as harmless.
