I headed out to hoe the garden the other day, and found a little visitor.
She was near the hose reel, getting a little water. I walked all over the yard, and she ambled just ahead of me. She was not to concerned, after all when she stopped, I stopped. And I couldn’t see her, if she held still, could I?
Her next is probably in the bushes in the front yard. If she is lucky, something won’t eat the next set of babies. The first were smack in the middle of our back yard and the crows got ’em.