Our garbage and our front porch have been invaded by a masked bandit.
A confident fox has recently made a few appearances.
We've seen deer, wild turkeys, pheasants, and all manner of birdlife (not to mention several manner of rodents).
Amanda spotted a nest in our tree. I later saw a robin sitting in the nest. In spite of thick green foliage I did manage to spy some of those unbelievably blue eggs, and later we could witness the baby birds as the mama took care of them.
We've seen quite a few deer lately, and throughout the summer there has been evidence of them enjoying our garden.
The dog cornered a groundhog who gnashed its teeth and pressed itself against our high basement window. That was sort of freaky.
We've lived here for four years, and while we saw the occasional deer or pheasant or wild turkey in earlier months, for some reason the last six months has been an animal free-for-all.
Have you seen Enchanted? You know the scene where the princess calls all the animals to come to her aid? That cracked me up, but now it's not so funny. I'm beginning to think that she's camped out somewhere sounding the call to all the animals in the area.
Katrina recently reposted about the way she takes care of animals that come to her home. I was amused by it when she first published it, and thought I could relate, but two years later with the open season of wild animals in the Snapshot house. . . it's more like a practical manual that I need to memorize.