One thing we enjoy about living at the Old Boggy Thicket is the great variety of wildlife we see. There are tons of birds of every description, hundreds of squirrels, the occasional deer, etc.
About a month or so ago, we started receiving regular visits from an opossum - every evening around nine o'clock, she would make the rounds of the back yard. She became such a fixture that Honey named her Lucy. She had such a distended belly that she had to either be very pregnant or already had a bunch of young'uns in her marsupial pouch.
She stopped coming (or her schedule changed) about ten days ago, so when we saw movement near the back of the house two nights ago, we thought she had returned.
Nope.
The critter climbed up on the back porch, stood on its hind legs and stared at us - not an opossum but a raccoon.
It wasn't aggressive, but it certainly wasn't the least bit afraid of us, either. It wandered around the yard for a while, and eventually disappeared over the fence.
It came back last night, and it knocked down and emptied two of our hummingbird feeders. We had coons in the hummingbird feeders several years ago. We solved that problem by bringing the feeders in each night for a couple weeks. Looks like we are going to have to try that again.
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