Night Visitors

Penelope decided to go feral and refuse to come in the house yesterday afternoon, which happens every few weeks.  Three times, she has stayed out all night, occasionally taunting us, and then fleeing into the brush.  Such was the case last night.  We were especially tense, however, after hearing a coyote uproar in the neighborhood around 7:15 in the evening, and a Great Horned Owl hooting above the yard the night before.  Gail was up most the night, and I didn't do much better.  Looking out the back door throughout the night proved to be an eye opener.  We had visitors!

 Our first visitor, a possum, was tipping seed out of the bird feeder.  He stayed here, balanced on the fence, for at least 5 hours.

Next was a masked bandit checking out cat treats outside our kitchen window.

"Hmmm, maybe I'll come back later for a nap on this fine fainting couch."



 "Oooh, I've got to get one of these for the cubs!"

 

"Beware, I am a Zombie.  I will eat you!"

 

 "Hmmm, you could have invited me for dinner.  Any leftovers?"

I tell you, this raccoon had no fear.  When I stepped outside in my robe, he ambled right up to me, driving me back into the house.  Oh, and Penelope?

She came back at 7:00 in the morning like some wild teenager.  P-Girl, you are so grounded!