At first, I thought it was a raccoon. The ones we have here are the size of small dogs… but raccoons (especially these jumbo beasts) are messy wee buggers and leave destruction in their wake. Were one visiting my solar fountain, I’d probably also have pulled wires, broken pottery, mammal hair and bits of crayfish left behind. So, it’s probably not a raccoon (unless somewhere there is an exquisitely neat and polite one).
As I mentioned the other day, I think I might be inadvertently playing a game with a crow. Which is fine; it’s all part of my cunning plan to someday lead an army of crows to make war on the squirrels. (You knew I had this plan. Don’t act like you’re surprised.) Every morning, Young Corvus is lurking in the back garden, but flaps away (in a rather ungainly fashion, which is why I posit s/he is Young Corvus and not Suave, Old and Wise) when one of us goes out. And every day… right in the middle of the walk, a glitter of glass stones.
I somehow have gotten involved in this… replacing the Shiny, because Reasons. And today, I baited the fountain with colored buttons and beads, as well as new glass stones, because More Reasons. Silly ones.
I mean, if we’re going to play, we have to play for points, right? Could you imagine if s/he decide they want to TRADE shiny items…
I Spy, With My Beady Black Eye
greedy as a child
Young Corvus comes calling
deft pilferer of trifles
a charming corvid crime spree