This may be a little different definition of wildlife. Except for the occasional whitetail deer or raccoon (or, thankfully even more occasionally, a skunk) moseying through our neighborhood on vacation from the adjoining wetlands looking for something to nibble on, this is about as wild as it gets here.
Usually, these guys run away when I'm out because I'm usually walking Harry the Rescue Dog, but today this one ran up a tree and watched me pass underneath. Harry was busy sniffing around the fire hydrant. I suspect if I had been walking Toki, my daughter's Costa Rican street dog, the result would have been much different.
