Overnight, the camera had taken 937 photos. Their time stamps indicated that the first skunk arrived at the community supper dish at 5:35 pm. These chaps are learning that it's first come, first served. At 8:05 pm (long after the dish was empty) the fox made a brief appearance. Then at 3:08 am a rabbit hopped by. At 5:30 am, cat roomy Ellie Mae asked out. A good sniffing over the dish let her know details of the nightlife she had missed seeing.
Thanks to many little footprints and a deeply worn trail in the snow, I know where this family of skunks are denning. In daytime, they stay under an upturned speed boat that one of my nephews intended to turn into a fish trawling boat. You could say that it actually repurposed into a house boat (of sorts).
|Nothing brightens a winter feeder like a male cardinal.|
|A red squirrel enjoys the spiffy feeder my cousin-in-law crafted.|
|In a previous life, this ground feeder was a honey comb frame.|