First, there's Cheeky. At a house I used to live in in Calgary, I had a resident black squirrel who was very friendly, to the point of being easily hand fed. In fact, he used to climb up my screen door to encourage me to feed him. I named him Cheeky. Turns out we have a red squirrel at our new home who actually owns the place. We have nicknamed hum Cheeky Two (or just Cheeky).
|Pissed at me for some reason|
Next is our birds, of which we have lots. Twice since arriving we have been inundated with nuthatches, whole flocks of whom have descended on our trees, peeping and enjoying eating the insects. Yesterday, I had a close encounter with two of them. The first was exploring the edges of the shakes on the back side of our garage, then flew right past my face (less than 3" away) to check for bugs on the tree that grows in my deck. The second was doing the same on the front side of the garage while I was working outside. He landed on my workbench and looked at me, then moved to the tree 3' away and did the same, then went on his merry way looking for bugs. They're so fast it's tough to get a good picture, but here he is hanging on the front of my garage.
|Hangin' on the garage|
|A 2 point with fuzzy antlers, snacking on rose hips|
Some people complain about their neighbours. Not me. The more often I see them, the happier I am.