Squirrels disrupted my bike ride
I used to interrupt my bike rides only to feed and water myself. That has changed since I became a friend of squirrels.
Yesterday I had to dismount when I saw the bounteous acorns in the gutter and on the side of road. I filled my windbreaker pockets before continuing my ride.
Some fluffy tails will be happy with me.
Come and get’em, little squirrel friends!
I’ve gathered a bulging pocketful of acorns, which I’ll distribute in my backyard.
If you prefer to collect them on your own, check out the driveway entrances to the elementary school and the police station as well as across the street from the historic house one block behind the police station.
Red squirrels are the focus of this squirrel gallery. But some of my gray cuties sneaked in.
Most of our backyard animals disappear when it rains. Not the sparrows. They’re visiting en masse, pecking at food on the ground or in the feeders.
What makes sparrows so much tougher than the squirrels? Are they hungrier? I’d like to learn the answer.
There’s an inch of water in the Squirrel Palace feeding tray. Good thing the squirrels and birds had emptied it of seeds before the corner collapsed off the frame.
Iggy, get out there and fix the frame! Your squirrellies need you!
Poor Marjorie, the mourning dove. She’s standing with her wings raised. Every time she relaxes enough to peck at the bird seed, another grackle moves in.
Let Marjorie eat in peace, Mr. Grackle!
Falling squirrel, rising anxiety
A squirrel fell out of my maple tree.
She lay on the ground for a long moment, then climbed up the tree where she’d been in a circling chase with another squirrel. I’ll keep an extra close eye on my backyard for the next day, in case she shows up looking sickly.
This is the second time I’ve seen a squirrel in a chase fall out of the tree next to my garage.
I found this video through Realm of the Lone Grey Squirrel blog
My favorite squirrel girl bagged a load of nuts today.
Freddie ran right over when I went outside to plant kale and Swiss chard seeds. She circled back when I pruned my shrub roses. She knows a sucker when she sees one.
As I wrapped up my outdoor work, Sucker #2, my husband, Iggy, emerged to clean and refill the bird baths, restock the Squirrel Palace and our bird feeders, and dispense nuts to a certain cheeky girl.
It was a good day for Freddie. And for Iggy and me.