Maybe I’m paranoid.
This window is in front of my kitchen sink.
He likes to perch on top of the wooden rake handle . . .
. . . but often hops down for a closer look when I show up.
Red dewlap = male
He’s usually there in the morning when I’m getting a drink and cleaning out my dish.
And he’ll show up when I come home for lunch.
He’s never been afraid of me, always curious.
Am I his pet? He doesn’t feed me, I don’t think he can make that claim.
Early on, in this corner he tried to push himself through the glass. It didn’t work.
He’s been watching me for about a month now.