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Squirrelly

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Our bird bath has been a Godsend to wild creatures this dry, drought ridden summer. Birds bathe and numerous animals drink… like this thirsty little fellow.

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Now that the random apple tree has matured we’re seeing a lot more squirrels.

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The bath is simply a jump away.

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And perfect on hot days.

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As is splooting in the shade.

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🙂

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She’s such a tease.

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When walking his highness the other day, the little devil dashed right under the cedar tree.

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He’s in there, on the left with his leash twisted around the trunk. The reason for his mad dash?

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Her. That pesky momma red squirrel, chattering loudly, scrambling up and down and driving poor Dudley nuts.

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The walk was forgotten and we spent his entire allotted outdoor time staring straight up.

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She’s such a tease.

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Splooting.

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Remember the picture I posted 10 days ago?

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My nemesis, momma red squirrel… doing what I assumed was chilling on the grass near our kitchen landing?

As it turns out, she wasn’t chilling.

She was splooting.

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While I’ve always believed I have a well rounded vocabulary, splooting has been noticeably absent.

Until now.

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The fur on their bellies is thinner than the rest of their body so in essence, they’re performing a heat dump.

Splooting.

There’s nothing like the satisfaction of learning a new ludicrous word.

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So close!

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Another missed opportunity and this time it was entirely my fault. When walking his Lordship I usually keep a loose finger grip on the leash but the other day I had it looped around my wrist and wouldn’t you know it… that was the exact moment our resident red squirrel b*tch darted right out in front of Lord Dudley Mountcatten.

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He ran to give chase but was jerked back by the leash I couldn’t drop just as he reached for her.

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It was a close call… but damn it, she escaped.

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Up the cedar tree she went… and sat there for a good 20 minutes teasing my boy.

And me for that matter.

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He could have had her.

It was so close….

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This and that

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I’m sure it’s flattering to be famous and have things named after you. Buildings, cars, fashion trends, cocktails …. all good. But millipedes?

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You have to wonder if an old boyfriend is behind that.

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Now that’s my kind of fundraiser! A 12 year bottle of Pappy can go for $1,400-$2,000 a pop. Even I’d grab a hammer for that….

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These people are so clueless it hurts. They have no idea the trouble they’ve invited into their home… because trust me, those oh so cute little darlings won’t be satisfied with the porch railing for long.

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That bitch!

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It never ends, I swear.

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She most definitely is and judging by what’s scattered all over our lawn …

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And stuck in our shrubbery…

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She’s been busy.

It only took me a minute to find her latest project. I simply looked up….

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And there was the proof. Waving at me like a flag in the breeze.

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That little red bitch has chewed her way into our house… again! To be honest, I don’t even know what that vent is for, but I’m guessing it’s going to be filled with little red bitch offspring in no time flat.

Red Squirrel War IV will commence shortly.

😡

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Random drivel

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Have you ever given any thought to spaghetti? It’s not my favorite dish, but the husband loves it so I have to cook it more often than I’d prefer.

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Now I can’t stop thinking about all that back and forth. Ridiculous, no?

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Lord Dudley Mountcatten was cackling up a storm the other day. And no.. my windows are not normally that dirty, but the poor cat was positively drooling.

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That little red bitch is such a tease.

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The mere mention of Baby Shark has set that awful tune playing in my head again. If they’re going to roll out another equally as terrifying ear worm? We’re all doomed.

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I think she missed the class on burying.

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Little dried pieces of fruit have been appearing in strange places around our house as of late.

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On the railings, the steps, at the edge of the gutters. And for a while I just thought the birds bit off more than they could chew. (Do birds chew?)

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But then there she was. Scurrying around the back deck with fruit in her mouth looking for a place to bury her treasure for future consumption.

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I think she must have missed that class at squirrel university.

What a dumb ass.

And speaking of squirrels? While the husband and I decided to take a pass on gifts this Valentines Day… I have to admit he won the card contest hands down.

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It’s perfect.

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Precariously perched.

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We all know squirrels are dedicated acrobats, pilfering seed from feeders upside down and while hanging from one foot. But the other day I found myself being impressed with their balance.

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This little guy was sitting straight up… on a bent branch of our crabapple tree… in high wind.

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It was cold, and his little front feet were tucked in.

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But his back trotters were gripping for all they were worth.

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Bravo little guy.

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