I think Scuttlebutt was the name of the raccoon baby that lived with my mother's family when she was little.
Today it is rainy and cool. This guy must have been hungry to swim the creek and come scavenging at my pile of critter feed at two in the afternoon. Which I suppose as he is a critter, it's his feed also. I've seen him or his kinfolk in the yard before this time of day. I think he gets stuck on this side of the creek (there is an island across the creek where he/they live) by high tide and gets hungry enough to come raid the bird/squirrel feed.
He calmly munched on the corn, nervously watched by Papa Bluebird, and then scuttled his butt back through the gate to the creek.
Reason number one why the kittens are not allowed to go outside.
Loki sez: I could've made friends with him, you don't know.