Anybody following along knows I routinely feed the wildlife in my yard.
Begs the question of how wild the wildlife is when they line up and wait for me to come out with cookies, peanuts, and more.
It’s taken a while for them to be comfortable with me.
It’s also generational, something else I’ve mentioned before. We’re going on close to thirty years at this point. Mothers bring their kits, brothers tug and tussle in front of me, kits grow into juveniles and juveniles into adults.
I’ve also mentioned before I worry what will become of them when I feed them no more.
They will go back to The Wild, I know.
They are becoming familiar with wife/partner/Princess Susan, and there is that.
Alas. So many things to do, so little time, so few who can listen, so few who will want.
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