The last 5 or 6 times I have smoked a Cigar out on the deck I have been joined by a new friend as he is wandering around the yard getting his grub on. He doesn't seemed fazed by me one bit and won't run away because of any sudden noises or distractions. He just comes wandering out of the bamboo that lines the marsh, finds his dinner of some clovers or leaves and heads back home. I'm not even sure what the heck it is.
Here he is running off with a mouthful of leaves.