At the start of this post, and hoping not to offend animal lovers everywhere, I want to write that I consider squirrels forest rats with bushy tails. I do not like their 'soft brown eyes' and their 'perky' little ears, but instead, see them as persistent, annoying, greedy, self-indulgent hair balls that most closely resemble those opportunists that live in dirty city alleys. They are home wreakers and smart enough to open garbage bins. (I guess I have made myself clear.) I actually keep one of those large squirt gun blasters on my drain board just to shoot this flying, leaping bedlam that tries to crawl through the wire protecting the hanging feeder, tries to remove the lid that is secured to the other hanging feeder and persistently tries to come up on the back deck and eat out of the Special Bird Dish I have set up for taking pictures of birds. (If they are drinking out of the bird bath, which happens ever so rarely, I leave them alone.) They have plenty to eat that falls to the ground and our acorn fall this year was phenomenal. That is why I enjoyed with a chuckle watching these acrobatics the other day.
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| "Doesn't look that far away...wish this branch was stronger! I know I do not need to lose weight!" |
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| "Ooooo, I can smell those sunflower seeds. Just a little closer...hang on." |
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| "Ah Ha! Success! Now just need to get to those seeds." |
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