My column in The Record today evoked this comment from a long-time colleague at The Record:

   "Living in Ringwood, my wife and I have often had the pleasure of watching feathered and furry critters move about our wooded backyard (always squirrels, chipmunks and various birds; often deer, turkey and nightime raccoons; and occasionally bear, fox, groundhog, hawks).

  "Among other favorite stories, and pertinent to your column, was the day after our first Thanksgiving there, just a month after we moved there in 1995.

   "We woke up to look out the windows overlooking the backyard to see what we considered a victory parade by about 15 turkeys. it was our first gobbler sighting, and in the meantime we've had noisy Toms strutting in full feather, lines of fuzzy youngsters following their moms, and strangest of all, the one who got up on our backporch roof to peek in the windows of our master bedroom ...

   "Now THAT'S what I call a Peeping Tom!"