We have had lots of visitors lately.
First there was the hawk.
Yesterday there was this sweet little thing.
A lady brought this adorable runaway to our back door. She had found him across a well-traveled rural road, bearing a tag with his name and our neighbor's address and phone number. Apparently, our neighbors were not at home, and she wondered if we'd keep him here in the meantime. Of course, the girls said yes, and we supplied him with a bucket of water and a slice of ham (he didn't want cat food), and they totally babied him while I tried to get in touch with his mommy or daddy.
To shorten the story, I reached Bear's mommy at work. She was relieved that her baby had been found, as he had run away a week before after being startled by a visitor to his backyard. (We think that "Bear" was misnamed, because he is neither the size of a bear, nor does he have the ferocity of a bear. In fact, he is on the opposite end of the spectrum in both departments!) So Bear was returned, and seemed quite happy to be back at home safe and sound.
Last night, Kati discovered another visitor on the back porch. We had gotten out a doggie/kitty pillow for Bear's comfort during his short stay, but when Kati peered out the back door before going to bed, she was not prepared to see an opossum lying down on it! Unfortunately, she did not think to photograph it before she opened the door to chase him away. What was she thinking?
Tonight, we are waiting for a visitor of an entirely different sort. This one is most welcome...and he is not feathery, not furry...but our much-loved son Ryan! He will be here for a few days to join in the wedding festivities of a close friend, and, although he will be in and out a lot, we are so happy to serve as home base and sneak in some precious moments together. So if you do not see me here, you'll know that I am enjoying some memory-making moments!