The closest I got was a baby raccoon that used to come to the table under the library window for seeds and peanuts. When I opened the window to feed him bologna, he’d lean against the wall and reach up to grab it. Broke my heart when he stopped coming. Always worried something got him.
Night Visitors - Joseph Blanchard - Whimsical Foray
https://youtu.be/4Fz_w97bt4s
My daughter (the most compassionate one in the family) had a similar experience growing up in her teen years. She’d open the window and leave out food, then close the window. Then a racoon from the woods behind our house would come up and eat, but with a window between them.