I feel an immense sense of possesiveness about the creatures that visit my tiny garden. Every time I see one the carpenter bees coming from the stump, or the regular bees visiting the water pot for a drink, or the goldfinches eating or drinking, I think “Mine!” Not in the sense of ownership. Owning any one of them would be like trying to possess the wind. But in a sense of stewardship.
They’re mine to take care of. In a world where all the space is being taken up by human beings, these things come to my yard to get some basic needs met, food, water, nesting space. And I’m pleased to be able to provide it to them. In return they provide amusement, amazement and education. Can’t beat that trade off.