ON OUR LITTLE ROCK IN THE SAN JUANS, we have deer (who nibble my ferns), raccoons (who leave intriguing footprints when it snows), mice (who now live in fear of our cats), herons (who wade in close on minus-tide days like this), otters (who poop prodigiously on our docks) and mink ( including one that occasionally drinks from the bamboo fountain on our front deck, just like it’s slurping from an office water fountain). Yes, mink are native to the San Juans. No, we are not planning on making anybody into coats or stoles.
A couple evenings ago as we stepped outside The Nuthatch we encountered another local — though actually, when I read up on him, I learned that his family migrated here from the East Coast. This guy was sitting on the post of our front steps, then made a quick hop to a nearby tree. He didn’t seem to mind just hanging out while we watched him as he watched the sunset.