My mom had a Wood Stork that came around all the time. He would go on her back deck and wait for her to feed him. They became friends. Since her stroke in June, mom has not been back home since, Grandpa, (she named him), still comes around looking for her. My niece took these pics today of Grandpa.
My moms cat Brandy, looking out the screen at Grandpa.
Grandpa on my moms back deck. "Hey Dottie, where are you?"

Poor Dottie and her friends!
