...or something. I watched too many episodes of "Mutual of Omaha's Wild Kingdom" as a child (which tells you how damn old I am. And yes, I can hum the theme song.)
We woke up to this masked beast yesterday. Certainly not a rare thing, but the first time I've caught a little raton laveur (that's French for raccoon!) in birdseed-thieving action. Note how the bracket is bending. Fortunately, the raccoon was relatively small. But not so small that he/she hasn't been able to get into our garbage cans and recycling bins TWICE this week. They are now locked in the garage.
Later in the day, our resident turkey decided to have a rest. Isn't he beautiful? Wild turkeys have the most gorgeous feathers, more splendid than they look in this photo:
And we can't forget the bunny. I've seen at least two of them, which means soon there will be 40 of them, and they'll all be in my lettuce patch.
I am extremely fond of mourning doves. I really missed them when we were out west. They love our birdbath. They have the most beautiful, subtle colouration.
They also love niger seed! Who knew? And the goldfinch (you can only see its butt) doesn't seem to mind the large intruder.
And here's what should be in my feeders, instead of raccoons. A lovely pair of evening grosbeaks! If you want to learn more about them, visit Hinterland Who's Who
Yesterday I saw a raccoon, a skunk, a beaver (damming a stream), and a bunny. I am going to miss all this when we move to the farm.
This morning one of my suet feeders was on the lawn, completely empty. I can't imagine who (raccoon) would do (raccoon) such a thing (raccoon.)