We had visitors at our back door last night which is rather common. But this time, it was the other kids of the family. We first met these three a while back when they got stranded in our garbage can. Because the garbage can was unusually empty, once they got in, the little ones couldn't get out. We heard a noise and movement coming from the big blue can, and peeked inside. That was then . . .
The Catch . . .
The Release . . .
This is now. . .
Usually Mom is the one that heads to our back porch looking for leftover cat food , fallen scraps from our kids, or if the garage door is open. . . .JACKPOT! But tonight, with these scoundrels looking so small and cute, and having "history" with these guys, my wife, the "animal whisperer", decided to engage them and offer them some treats. We started by just cracking the door open. This brave one, now named "Olaf", would 'reach' into the door to take food from my wife's hand. He would sometimes stick his nose in and take a nibble. But this was not nearly good enough for my wife, who too the brave one, went outside and crouched down to get her "Dr. Doolitte" on. Only Olaf was brave enough to actually come right up to her and eat and take food right out of her hand. The others waited close by for extra pieces being tossed to them. Olaf was chowing down and will now go back to his tree, fat and happy. He wasn't even afraid when I pulled out my camera and lights (yes, I'm a huge photography nerd).
The moral of this story is . . . take a risk, there could be a big reward in it for you. For Olaf, he was bathing in a post glow meal. For my wife, she has a new friend.
Here was last night's festivities . . .
