he's been hanging around for at least three days, keeps coming back to the same rock on the wall. First time I saw him, he was outwaiting the deer and turkeys who swarmed around him like, um, a rock in the stream. Now he sits on That Rock and waits for something edible to appear .
When I call him he looks over here, a long slow stare. Not nervous, just careful.
put food out for him last night, dry kibble on the porch. It looked swirled around a bit but thats all. Racoons would have eaten most of it , flung the rest around, had a fight over the water dish. Probably would have taken the dish home for a souvenir.
We'll see. It's up to him.