Remind me to tell you sometime how in college my apartment was fumigated and the landlord put my roommates and me up in a hotel for a few days, and when we returned I called the police because my jewelry box had been stolen. (Well, I guess I am telling you now.) Fortunately, before the nice deputy finished his report and went off to arrest the workers, I found my jewelry box in my dresser drawer, where I had put it for safekeeping. Boy, did I feel silly! I don't think the deputy minded spending part of his workday chatting with three cute college girls, though. When I confessed my stupid mistake, I remember he gave me a big smile and said, "We'll just mark this case SOLVED." As law enforcement workdays go, that was probably a pretty good one.
Photos or no, I can give you a tally of visitors, which has increased by one black cat, one adorable young yellow cat with white boots all around, a possum, a pair of cardinals, a downy woodpecker, a pair of Carolina wrens, and squirrels in uncountable numbers. The backyard appears to be a veritable squirrel highway; they pass along the branches from tree to tree all day long.
The visitors tally also includes the lawn guys, who showed up Saturday morning, and I had nothing to do with it. I say this because they had the mower, the edger and the blower on full throttle at 7:30 a.m. The neighbors must just love that. It took them all of 10 minutes to mow, blow and go, but still. From 7:30 to 7:40 a.m. can be a critical time of the morning. Apparently, any sleeping in around here will have to be done on Sunday.