As i looked through the patio doo, I saw her. Ms. Squirrel. She was eating the seed I’d put out for the birds. I grabbed my purse and muttered “I see you! Those seeds are *not* yours! They’re for the birds. Your food is over there.” Did she listen to me? Of course not. She was on a mission. She needed to find food to store for the winter.
So Ms. Squirrel stuffed seeds into her cheek pouches and stuffed some more and more and more quickly … very quickly. As I quietly inched my way closer to the patio door to take her photo, she stopped, looked up, waited. I stopped moving.
Not sensing danger, Ms. Squirrel began to stuff her pouches with more and more and more and more quickly, very quickly.
I inched forward a bit more, camera poised. Ms Squirrel stopped, looked up, waited. I stopped moving. We danced this dance for a minute or two and before she darted away, I took her photo.
Today, Ms. Squirrel came for a visit. stuffed her cheek pouches and brought a huge smile to my face.She also brought a reminder that winter is coming.
Many will be hungry, not just squirrels.The birds will need us. The squirrels will need us. Our local Food Banks will need us.
Thank you for your visit, today, Ms. Squirrel.
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