flock together. . . .
This neck of the woods has always been a haven for an assortment of characters who just wouldn't quite fit into the mainstream life. One such character was a man named Al who became so good at popping by your house just as you were sitting down to supper that he earned himself the nickname, Al "the man who came to dinner."
I think our little pine marten friend has started to turn into "the (furry) man who came to dinner." From now on, I shall call him Al.