Mom always has fresh water out as well, as with the alley being gravel, the mud puddles when it rains are really dirty. They have pretty much figured out that I can't get out of the fenced part and barely look up when I go out.
Usually, it's the 6-8 squirrels that live in the trees and Mr. Bun, the yard rabbit. Petey the Possum died of natural causes last year and Dad buried him in the yard, and we have a Trash Panda the size of a Prius that wanders through close to trash day to see if we left one of the Raccoon Bento Boxes open when we put trash inside, But he doesn't live here as my barking at him usually sends him scurrying. I only bark at the Trash Panda and the UPS guy. I'm pretty chill with everyone else.
But suddenly, everyone ran off! Who could have shown up to alarm them?
Great . . . Zombie Groundhog
Brains! Brussels Sprouts!