She is territorial in a modest way. She can sit for hours looking out on the yard and the now dry wetland beyond. The birds come and go and she watches. They do not bother her and she does not bother them. They are part of the landscape, as she now is, she imagines. Even a rabbit crossing the yard barely draws her attention. But heaven help the bird who gets too close for she will hiss them the riot act for their audacity.