Not all uninvited guests are unwanted.
Despite living in the middle of the city, there is an unexpected variety of wildlife that finds it's way into the backyard. The deer, one would expect in winter, but the little raccoon was supposed to be hibernating. She curled up on the backstep waiting for a hand out and wasn't going to leave until she got one. I suppose that's my fault, as I used to feed her when she was the runt of a litter of four during the summer. I could set my watch by her appearance at the backdoor at dusk. Her larger siblings would scamper away at my arrival, but Circle (my two year old daughter named her) would sit at the door and scratch until I fed her scraps of bread.