Yesterday morning I went into the kitchen at 5:00 a.m. to make my coffee, and as I ran the faucet, looked out towards our garage in the dim early morning light. And there was a possum, sniffing the outer edges of the garage and trying to figure out a way into my sons’ man cave. He kept pushing his snout into the door, which while not completely closed, would not yield to his weight.
Thank goodness for them, because if he got in there, there’d be no way I would have chased him out.
I sat down in my chair to drink my coffee and do a Word Find, when I heard it.
Rahck.
My head popped up. Could it be?
Rahck.
My heart beating in anticipation, I looked out towards my bird feeders and saw them standing on my stoop, looking towards the house.
Mr. and Mrs. Duck are finally back. May 14th, the latest date they have returned to my yard in all the years they have been visiting me. I’m so happy to see them, and they seem very grateful for the expensive critter food I had ready for when they finally showed up. When they were done eating, they just sat in my yard and took in the sights, relaxing to finally be what I like to call their “home away from home.”
My bunnies are back, too. We must never rush nature. It is on its own schedule.
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