Scott Swanson
Barb Swan was visiting with her brother about a month ago at her home on the upper end of 5th Avenue when she realized they weren’t alone.
“We were enjoying the birds, which I always feed,” she said, “and he was up on the bird feeder.”
“He” was a rat, about the length of the 10-inch feeder, with a tail to match.
“I took a quick, closer look to identify what it was…