First and foremost, here comes an admission. Sad but true, I do not like squirrels.
Their frantic, ditsy movements drive me crazy. The frenzied swishing of their busy tails irritates me. The way they eat the bird food, scavenge on the back porch, and chase each other up the trees in our yard all make me wish they would disappear forever.
Okay, with that said, call me a marshmallow heart, but in this bitter cold winter we've been having, I've felt sorry for the little critters. Coming across a bag of outdated trail mix, instead of tossing it into the garbage can, I put it on a plastic plate and set it out on the back porch floor for, you guessed it, the squirrels.
Suddenly, a squirrel convention got called. The bushy tails flitted in from all directions, like soldiers in a unit. One nearly flew up the back steps but then gingerly surveyed the plate of peanuts, chocolate chips, and so forth.
When a fellow squirrel tried to get a nibble, the original bushy tail nearly attacked him. Down the steps they both flew and skimmed the surface of the back yard snow. One was after the other and it looked like he was going to attack.
"Nasty squirrel," I said, peering out of the back door window. "You'd think you'd want to share the food, you little brat. Instead, you want to beat up your brother. Shame on you."
And so it went. Quite a few of the bushy tailed boys and girls got a nibble, though, and I began to feel a little guilty for spying on them, not to mention snapping these pictures through the back door's window. Considering they had to be taken through a second screened door, they didn't come out too badly.
Can't you almost hear the crunching of the little "beastie?"
Talk about an exciting afternoon! woo wee.
DO YOU FEED THE SQUIRRELS?
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