D.O.P.-T.

I turned the compost pile and harvested some of its innards, a task I'd been putting off. That produced a light rain shower as I was tackling the lowest stratum. Monty had appeared on the fence earlier, peering down at me; no rats ran out for him to chase.

On Friday night, I looked out of the window to see Fluffy gobbling wet food and a raccoon shoveling up dry food, amicably side by side. Last night, the huge momma raccoon appeared early in the evening; after I put the food out again later, just Fluffy. Who fled after seeing me watching.

( Another little birdhouse. )