Our gray squirrels are quite acrobatic and during a recent snow storm… when I brought in all the bird feeders except the one from which they have trouble stealing… this little guy went above and beyond for a snack.
I’m guessing he has six pack abs under that fur.
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He fell quite a few times, but finally found a stable perch.
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In other wildlife news, our first chuck of the season arrived.
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In the middle of the storm with nothing to nibble but fallen seed.
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Poor chuck.
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I doubt that was the meal he dreamt about all winter.
Not only was I unaware of the slang… I was unaware there’s a Generation Z.
Yay me.
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What the utter hell is that…
And why would you want one?
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A friend recommended this book to me last year but knowing it would trigger some painful memories, I put off reading it until now. Written by a hospice nurse about her strange experiences with death, it put me right back in the room when my mother passed. Some things can’t be explained… but they do happen, I witnessed that first hand. And after reading this book I realized what I thought was astounding is pretty commonplace. Which blew my mind all over again.
While the red squirrels are a constant unwelcome chewing, gnawing, destructive menace… our gray visitors provide hours of entertainment.
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I know we’re in the minority here, but we don’t mind squirrels eating from our feeders.
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They’re usually content to perch in the flat ones and happily munch away, but the other day this fellow was determined to get the last few seeds out of the carriage feeder and that proved more challenging.
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Gravity be damned.
And just when he figured it out?
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Squirrel #2 arrived and kicked him off.
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Undeterred… our intrepid acrobat regrouped and moved on to the suet.