The cleaner arrived early Saturday morning, compliments of Mother Nature.
The rain was tippling down. The front porch was a dry spot to rest and watch the snow gradually wash away down the drains and culverts along the ice-rutted street.
Remains of the birds' peanut butter cookie crumbs were scattered along the porch rail. The squirrel came to drink from the fountain, then sniffed the air and was up on the rail. Deliciousness awaited.
He, or she, knew I was there and didn't flinch when I moved up to the window with the camera. We even made eye contact, but what's a mere mortal's presence matter to a brave little creature when food is within reach!
The railing was licked clean in no time.
You can't help but love them despite the sometimes naughty
things they do!