In between snacks, meals, and pots of tea, we’re enjoying the antics of these guys. Dad has 2 bird feeders, strategically placed to feed the birds, not the squirrels. One day they’ll figure it out, I’m sure, but for now they pace on the railing, and occasionally try to climb. But mostly, they stare at the house and scold us savagely with their frustrations and opinions on the matter.
In retribution, I smile sweetly, while nibbling on homemade hazelnut toffee. 😉
Not much goes on in the mind of a squirrel. Huge portions of what is loosely termed “the squirrel brain” are given over to one thought: food.
The average squirrel cogitation goes something like this: I wonder what there is to eat.
Kate DiCamillo, Flora & Ulysses: The Illuminated Adventures
evilsquirrel13 said:
How could anyone not want to feed those cute little guys? Especially the ones with the black feet!
Jeanne Bryan Insalaco said:
We were feeding our little locals here until I saw they chewed a hole in neighbors new siding. Luckily no trees near our house for them to jump in our house but I’ve stopped feeding them so much now.