True story. Rascal lives somewhere around the historic Boise house that I work in. I see her daily. About a year ago (when my office was downstairs), she used to perch on my window sill and say hello every day.
One day, I walked outside, clicked my tongue a couple of times (it's our method of communication), and she came over to say hi. I gave her a few peanuts that I set out in a little dish for her to eat. Over time, she started getting more and more friendly, and now she eats out of my hand.
These pictures were just taken this morning. She was waiting on the front porch for me when I got to work. In fact, she's probably still out there waiting for more peanuts.
Also—In the third photo Rascal was testing my finger for it's food-like properties. Yes. She totally nibbled my finger. Weird.
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