Norbert watches over the garden. He’s in a somewhat sad state; the weather and rampaging squirrels (he came off the worst in a tripartite battle between Beauregarde, Josephine, and Hidalgo the Wonder Squirrel) have taken their toll, but he remains at his post with cheerful aplomb. He looks the other way if a starving bird plunders a few bites, but he will chase off a fat, sleek layabout. Justice with mercy is Norbert’s hallmark. It wasn’t always thus, but I think he’s learned quite a bit in the last few years.