Saturday morning, Misty got me up for her "break of day" bathroom trip (saw a Bunny in her "poop spot") at about 7 AM, and we go back to bed.  About 8:30 we get woke up by rain.  Looking out, our entertainment started out with a bunny sitting just outside our gate (Our bedroom overlooks the back porch and yard).  With all the trees around, it was relatively dry, and bunny just sat there occasionally munching something in the rain.  After a few minutes, bunny began to move off towards the woods behind us.  About this time, bunny #2 comes running up from the "poop spot" (along the woods and off to the right of our line of sight).  He stops some ten feet or so from bunny #1.  I could just imagine the conversation:

Bunny #2 "Hey! (pant, pant) It's raining!"

Bunny #1 "Yeah, I know."

They stood staring at each other for a couple more minutes; then bunny #2 gets wet, shakes his ears, and returns whence he came.  For the next few minutes, bunny #1 hops in circles, edging closer and closer to the woods.  Finally, he has to shake his ears off, heads for the PS, make one last circle, and heads into the woods.

Sometime during all this, Misty gets bored, hops off the bed and sits by the door.  I tell her that we aren't getting up yet, she comes back up and lays down, symbolically turning her back to the window.

Mr Squirrel now runs up the tree to our right that hangs branches over the porch.  He goes out onto the lowest branch, just enough to remain under the thicker branch above him (presumably to get out of the diminishing rain), sits and practices parting his hair.

Just then, His Eminence (male cardinal) shows up on the Fence, picks a feeder seed from the ledge (we put seed everywhere so as to give everyone a fair shot), looks around as if to say, "I declare the day begun," and takes off.  Within moments, a couple members of the Sparrow Mafia come staggering in, seeming to say, "Well, as long as the rain woke us up, let's have at it." As more of them show up, most of them choosing the seed on the patio, I see Chipmunk #1 come running along the fence braces from the neighbors on the left and join the party.  It wasn't long after that a second, gray chipmunk came up the same way, and they briefly jousted over the same spot, running under the gate after each other.  Finally they both returned, #1 under the feeder where he started, the other hanging near the fence.

The squirrel, I saw out the corner of my eye, had dropped to the ground as all this went on; suddenly, another squirrel appeared from the neighbors on the left.  For a moment they stared at each other, the first one (whose has a chewed-up tail) about halfway up the fence looking up, the new one at the top of the fence looking down. Then #2 charged down, they chased each other for a moment (scattering everyone else and briefly renewing Misty's interest), and soon settling down much as the chips did.  Chew-tail went back up the tree, and soon disappeared; #2 joined the gang on the porch, kinda trailing one of the sparrows.  Just then, our regular chipmunk (and 3rd of the morning) came charging over from the right corner, heading for his little entrance to the shed... when he stopped, sniffed, snuck around the corner and face timed with Chip #1.

While they ran each other around, the visiting Sparrow Mafia ascended to the fence where the late squirrel battle occurred, one of them ascending to get a few bites off the 'compressed fake corn ear' on the tractor-feeder on the right side of the shed.  About this time, Misty got bored again and went to lay down on the floor.

Next thing I knew, the Mafia were back on the ground, the chips were getting along, and squirrel #2 was on the tractor munching greedily.  Then Mrs Cowbird showed up, alighting to join the Mafia.  The sparrows, however, decided they were too good to be seen with her, and got up on the left side of the fence.  She didn't bother the chips, though, and soon enough the Mafia dropped their airs and joined her.

It was now about 5 till 9, and I was beginning to note that my back wasn't all that happy with my positioning.  His Eminence returned, landing on the porch table (after several intermediate landing places), grabbed a couple more seeds, looked out as if to say, "I find it good" and left again.  And then we got up, telling Laurie, "Animals are goofy."

Just for perspective here are some later in the day pics of the members of our cast: