Today: a squirrel on the back porch

Yesterday: the rabbit

Last week: THREE (yes, I said 3) hummingbirds—you can ask my niece and my dad; a wren-sparrow thing, a mourning dove, and something I couldn’t even see anymore, but whose trace elements were lickable by the dog.

It’s madness, I tell you, madness!!!

I’m calling my dad to see if he could put a pet door in. That should at least reduce the number of live animals that get in, even if my own animals bring in the more disgusting things.