He arrived twice within a week. Haven’t seen him since.
It’s a bit of a surprise to glance up from my cereal to see a still, watchful creature in the pine tree. Will he stay long enough to get my camera?
And then he moved closer — tried out the grip on my plastic fence.
Guess who I don’t see when this proud fellow visits?
No chipmunks dashing across the patio. Are they avoiding the menu?
