Scruffy in the rain

This is Scruffy:

I've introduced him a few times before, here and here.

He was injured last fall; something, a raccoon, maybe, or a broken branch, had torn his back at the nape of the neck. He looked pretty sick for a while, and used to sit, shivering, on the chairs by my window. In December, most of the hair along his upper spine fell out. I wasn't sure he would survive the winter.

But here he is, healed, if somewhat moth-eaten, and fattening up. He's been a regular visitor at the junco-and-sparrow feeder, and I've turned a blind eye to his thievery.

Silly of me, I know. Sometimes I'm just too soft-hearted. Now I'll have to figure out how to discourage him when he decides to raise a family and do his grocery shopping here.