The animals around this J.T. house are getting bold. The quail act like they are my chickens and ought to be fed from my front door.
A roadrunner is acting like I should had deliver raw hamburger to him. The chipmunks are checking out my potted cacti to see which they will eat first. The desert iguanas which nibbled a bit at my flowers now act as though the are fare at a free salad bar. For a few days a handsome lizard of a rare sort spent time in my house. Not usually a healthy place for one of his kind. I put him out. Than two days later I spotted him trying to use a door I had left open to get back in.
Only you, Richard.
ReplyDeleteI remember one of your first snakes.