
After getting the shot I tipped the trash can enough so the little fella (gal?) could climb out, and he/she made his exhausted way back to our deck--- with one final glance back at us...

Your ranch is where you live, not where you work... It's an acre, 5 acres, 20 acres... It's the love of your life and the result of weekends of blood, sweat and tears. You're a Suburban Rancher!
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