Wild Friends

Diversity of friendship was nothing unusual for me, a kid growing up in New York City, but it wasn’t until I moved into my little house in Maine that I discovered the expanse of wild love in my backyard.

This is a photo I took of my late dear friend, Buster in the fall of 2018. It was the day after I got married and I had finally found a vintage St. Francis statue at the flea market on the way home from church the Sunday after my wedding. I had been looking for one for years! Like Wishy, Buster raised my spirits in so many ways.

Some related good news: I saw a chipmunk on my deck a few days ago which is always the official sign of spring’s approach!

11 thoughts on “Wild Friends

  1. We had a squirrel in our backyard who we called Mamma because she was pregnant when we first started to feed her. She used to eat almonds from our fingertips. When I was sitting on our lounge chair on the patio she jumped up beside me looking for a treat. She also entered our apartment three times in search of nuts.

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    1. Awww! I hope that when she entered your apartment she did so politely. 🙂 Wishy came into my sunroom a couple of times when I had opened the front door and let him. He was always a respectful guest.

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        1. I’ve never had a bird fly onto my hand; I’ve always been focused mostly on the chipmunks. Blue Jays get a bad rap for being cranky, but who isn’t on occasion. They are beautiful birds and that must have been magical!

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