The black feral cat is watching the squirrels and ignoring the junkos; the grey feral is nowhere to be seen, but it's never far. A doe and her fawn wander the neighbor's lawn, nibbling on the new growth, while the chickens in my yard cower in the corner of the fence, wary for the hawk, half their size, who regularly visits. We haven't heard the owl or the eagle for a week or more, but they will return. They always do.
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