Ah, Visitors!

They make themselves right at home
and they're welcome to. Our ritual of
daily offerings appeals to birds, squirrels
rabbits and raccoons, residents of the
natural parts of our neighbourhood and
viewed by us as the elegant and much
admired upper-class portion we aspire
to friendly relations with. They appear
to reciprocate, recognizing in our little
household a kindred spirit of live and
let live. This, despite two little resident
dogs who upon sight launch into grim
paroxysms of ill temper at perceived
rival invaders of their territory. And nor 
utter the words of ready recognition
such as "look!", or "see", or "squirrel"
before the little hellions squawk and 
bellow their hollow threats so well
interpreted  by the objects of their
ill-tempered warning that here live
two irrepressible little spoil-sports whose
presence our visitors wisely ignore.