Woke up one morning to find this in the back yard.
He's not dead, he's just pining! Really. Up close could see it was breathing, and every day he moved about 3 or 4 feet, from the lime tree to the old well. Then one day he was gone. Figured he may gave been poisoned. We've heard noises up on the tile roof at night and guessed it may have been a possum. Haven't heard much since. During the day, the roof is owned by the squirrels. They make almost as much racket, only quicker.
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