A Squirrely Afternoon

Enjoying my quiet time on the deck a recent afternoon, just enjoying watching the birds in and on the feeders

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The finches, Purple Finches I think, were quite happy having an undisturbed meal. Which is how I like my meals – undisturbed. Actually, I prefer my meals prepared and served to me. I also prefer to ride in a chariot, but there is what I prefer and what real life is all about.

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My eyes spied the White-Crowned Sparrows on the ground, picking up the seed that was kicked out by other, larger birds. I suspect the Jays are the guilty parties there, as I have watched them kick around in the seed until they find a morsel that pleases them. How rude, to be kicking food that will be eaten by others! Suddenly, something else caught my eye – an eye, peering up over the edge of the slope!

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There he is! Mr. (or Ms?) Gray Squirrel. We don’t see many of these in our yard, I suspect because both girls consider them fair game for a chase. And because Husband has been known to let his evil side out to dissuade them from visiting. We’ll not tell about this visitor, and the girls are sleeping quite soundly at my feet. Keep silent, oh Squirrel.

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Up the tree now, to check out the hanging planter. Can he, can he?

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Let me take a closer look – is it worth the effort? I dunno. Another way in which the squirrel and I are similar – if I must get my own food, it needs to be very simple. Easy. Not a lot of work. One eats because one’s stomach says one must. Unless it’s chocolate, it’s not a matter of true enjoyment. Husband disagrees with me here.

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Getting even closer – hmmm. Doesn’t look terribly inviting. The blackbirds are beginning migration, and in spring and fall – during the blackbird migration – my hanging feeder is filled with safflower seed because it is not a dish the blackbird are especially fond of. The good stuff, the stuff they prefer – as does the squirrel – is in the tray feeder only. The little birds have to have a place they can eat, without being bullied by blackbirds. Or squirrels. So the tray feeder gets seed with sunflower seed mixed in, but apparently it is a bit low now. Which means the squirrel is forced to get a bit creative.

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He’s made up his mind – up is the way to go. The old lady that lives here is not offering anything worthwhile. But one day soon, I will, Gray Squirrel. And I’ll not tell Husband you visit, so you will come back another afternoon, won’t you?

He left without answering!

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I'm me - nothing unusual, just me. Widowed, 2 grown children who are my best friends, 1 dog, retired, loving being retired. I am woman, I am strong.
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14 Responses to A Squirrely Afternoon

  1. What a funny post! You must have a great zoom on your camera!

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  2. The story and the pictures that go with it are wonderful! I wish my crappy camera took pics like that….

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  3. Heather says:

    We have lots of chipmunks (which torment the cats by running around on the rock wall that insulates the lower half of our house, and which they can only see), but we don’t have many squirrels. Their tenacity is both impressive and amusing. I hope s(he) comes back to visit you again.

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  4. Angelia Sims says:

    Ha! That is too cute. He has such a perfect expression for your captions. We have three or four out in the yard in the last few days. Drives the dogs nuts. Fred has decided to wait them out and he sits still as can be at the bottom of the tree waiting. Thing is….I think they are on to him. πŸ™‚

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  5. I love the story and the supporting photographs! Either the squirrels aren’t at all afraid of you, or you’ve got one heckofa zoom lens – fantastic!

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  6. Fabulous, fabulous pictures! Full of character – almost painterly qualities to them.
    Lovely post.

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  7. Northern Narratives says:

    I never get tired of bird photos πŸ™‚

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  8. ezee123 says:

    A lovely series this

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  9. Kathy says:

    Ha ha, Carol, I don’t tell husband that squirrels visit either! Although mostly we have red squirrels here. Really liked looking at your photos. I had a Squirrel Heart-stopping Event on Thursday. A squirrel flattened himself between our screen and deck window. I thought I was seeing something absolutely impossible and slowly approached squirrel. We stared one another in the eye. He was flat as a pancake between the screen and window. I ran to take a picture–but he was gone. Still can’t get over it.

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  10. Dawn says:

    I thought about you as I filled my big bird feeder that I had left empty toward the end of summer because the black birds could empty it in a day, and it holds 10 pounds of seed. I filled it today in 60 degrees and sunshine…lovely day. Blackbirds have done for another season, I think my hummingbirds are gone too, though I’ll leave the feeder up another week to be sure. The bright yellow gold finches are turning green. Pretty soon I’ll see juncos. Sad…but still fun.

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  11. Lisa says:

    What husband doesn’t know won’t hurt…..well, you get the idea. Tanner has a lot of fun chasing the squirrels in our yard. They torment him by jumping from tree to tree.

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  12. Lynne Ayers says:

    We get squirrels and chipmunks a lot at our feeders and so are of the mind to make it as difficult as possible for them (or we’d be in the poor house) and it is interesting to watch their antics – reaching, climbing, swinging, holding on just by the toes (do squirrels have toes?).

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  13. Joanne says:

    This is just gorgeous Carol! Weren’t you lucky to have an unexpected visitor like him (or her)? And you had your camera by your side too…perfect! Loved sharing your secret visitor with you. πŸ™‚

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