Awww TY chicky. To continue my reminiscences it was not just the wild animals that bring back the smiles and tears. About forty years ago we used to "borrow" a nanny goat in the summer to keep the grass down for playing football. She escaped her tether one day and I spent the rest of the day after bringing her back to the garden searching for well grown wallflower plants in the local shops to replace the ones she had eaten in the neighbours' gardens. She delighted in butting the youngest, then two, who would come running into the kitchen dusting off his clothes and spitting out "I hate that Jenny". A hug and a cake would sort it out and a warning to keep away.
But then i have much more welcome visitors. My garden is stuffed with trees and shrubs now - no grass but oodles of fruit and veg and flowers. Which means loads of safe places for the birds who love the delights like grapes they can find here and are not at all fazed by the six or so cats which visit from the seven neighbouring gardens that abound mine. Some I know the name of and can get to do roll over tricks and pose for my camera, some I just make up names for. Most are very happy to sit on a path in the sunshine and keep me company as I garden. They all stay away when the little white Scots terrier visits with the club of church ladies who visit in the spring. He is allowed to go round smelling the flowers which he loves to do. He is very fond of forget me nots which of course makes him unforgettable too.