This is what I saw earlier this week...
a bit of foraging....

the moment he hears the camera...


the escape (he actually had a hunk of mater in his mouth)


Seeing me before turning tail to run.

The good news is, he hasn't been inside the garden since we fixed the fence!
He normally wouldn't go in the bin, but I had just dumped one bowl of tomato ends
and was heading into the house for the next load when he stopped by.Normally it
would all get covered with a dry layer and he wouldn't know it was there.
Canning means more compost able waste is made at one time, more than one trip out to
the compost bin for me, and apparently a late afternoon snack for our local terrorist.
That's what our neighborhood calls him.
He is pretty cute, although I wish he would stop eating my echinacea!