Well, looks like dinner anyway, right?
I think the turkeys who roam our neighborhood are interesting if nothing else. By Thanksgiving we’ll have twenty in our yard on a daily basis.
Our one neighbor doesn’t appreciate the site of any wildlife–she’ll bludgeon a snake to death and tear a mouse limb from limb before you can say "Hey look at THAT fricken’ thing!"
She (she’s eighty-eight years old) beat a snake in front of our babysitter and kids one day. THAT was a story to come home to. It’s true the snake was a fat six-foot black thing that gives me chills just thinking about it, but for me, running, screaming with my hands over my head is the way you handle a big fat black snake.
But, that’s me. A wimp. Or maybe it’s my youth.
What sort of critters show up in your yard?
PS. in case you’re wondering, yes this neighbor of mine hates the deer that stomp around the yard as well. What’s not to hate?