We’re on a friendly basis with the wildlife here in SnowWhiteLand. The deer, while wary, don’t scatter too far when we come outside. In fact, they sleep in the woods behind our house. Opossums, raccoons, and skunks visit regularly. I’ve two crows that let me know when they’d like to be fed. The most interactive by far are the squirrels, or as I call them, tree kitties. Much like regular kitties, they’re quick and agile and smarter than you’d think. Also, they sort-of purr.
Last spring, I determined to get one to eat from my hand. Honestly, I had visions of one of them riding Jenny Wren’s shoulder, bedecked in a tiny Robin Hood hat. She’d scamper across the Chess Board to steal a dagger from the Sheriff’s guard. The audience would hail her as a hero. It took some time and patience, but I was able to manage the first bit. Still waiting on the costume/shoulder perch.
At this point, I’ve five regular visitors, three of which are totally comfortable taking a treat from me. Their manners are lovely. They sit by the back door, paws clasped in apparent supplication, waiting for someone to notice.
As with the rest of the wildlife, I don’t begrudge them taking their share of my so-called ‘gardening*.’ If they’re putting in the effort to glean it for themselves, well… fair play to you, tree kitties!
We share a happy, balanced life with our outdoor menagerie. They get treats from us, we get amusement/adorableness from them. Still waiting on Jenny Wren’s sidekick, but no worries. Tree kitties get things done in their own time. We’re cool.
*aside from herbs, I am abysmal at growing things.