It is always nice to come home after being away. Home is familiar and comfortable, just the way one likes. And we have the many sayings that reflect this “there’s no place like home” or “home is where the dog is”, etc. etc. My house is not only home to me, but there are a few others that share this address, although they do not get much in the way of mail.
A Pine Siskin (a sort of sparrow with a bright red head) decided that right by my front door is a great place to put a nest and raise a family. The spot is sheltered from the sun and rain. I usually go out the garage door, and that is okay with this bird. But the siskin gets vexed when I peep out the window to see what it’s up to, so I try not to do this.
Out in the back yard, the ‘esquilos perversos’ or evil squirrels have made themselves at home. They need to enjoy it now, because the hot tub is going away this summer, so they had better load up their tiny furniture and move.
This hole doesn’t look like much, but I’m pretty sure that it has a comfortable lining of soft dried grass and fur (I did watch her constructing this).
And this is the architect of said hole, the bunny former know as Pete. Because the bunny hides the entrance whenever she leaves, I suspect that there is a baby bunny living in there as well. None of them pay rent, but they all make this home a better place to live (well maybe not the squirrels).