Someone has been getting a bit chunky since they were scared in to sticking close to home. I still miss Crawford. He was my favorite. I have a feeling Miss Collar knows what happened. Shortly after that Collar was treed by something scary enough to make her cry out. She has been sleeping inside at night ever since.
I have been told twice now that in a much more suburban golf course community right on the edge of town where I work regularly there is a bold resident bobcat and frequent sightings of bears. An elk was photographed on the golf course recently. The neighborhood cats have been disappearing. I almost don't want to bond with the new kitties. Life in the wilderness is too risky.
There are rewards. I don't have a lawn to mow. I can plot out plans for the tall flower meadow like dividing the Feather Reed Grass come spring to add more repetition and structure to the chaos.
A garden evolves in the wilderness where everyone must learn to live with the native inhabitants.