
I had to repair the cross wire, then hung the big feeder a bit higher than before. And considering the feeders now need to be taken down every night, I’m using a forked stick instead of the step ladder.
The same morning, thirty feet closer to the house. Notice his disdain for the barbecue grill.
Unknown critter near the front door two weeks earlier, neither bear nor boar?
Exciting, but no. I didn’t recognize it at first: it’s our own dog Lucy, being led by my almost invisible self.