For all the t.p. hoarders in the world…
The day after the snow fell, the leaves gave up their will to live and dropped in one collective clump all over the neighbourhood. And even though we received WAY more snow than usual, it melted, leaving the landscape a brown and barren place. The only sign of life outside my window has become my muse…
Being natural is simply a pose, and the most irritating pose I know. – Oscar Wilde
Easy, Breezy, Beautiful…Cover Squirrel!
Compassion is the greatest form of love humans have to offer. – Rachel Joy Scott
Proud Mama Moment: Big Guy is an arborist, and therefore often crosses paths with woodland creatures. Most the of the time, those creatures are complaining about the noise. Last week, he came across a very cold baby squirrel lying at the base of a tree. This little one snuggled right in. Big Guy found a shelter that would take this baby. Unfortunately, the story doesn’t have a happy ending, and this little one was too sick or injured, and he didn’t survive the day.
While it made us both sad, I’m so proud of my “lumberjack” with a big heart. XOXO
Compassion brings us to a stop, and for a moment we rise above ourselves.
– Mason Cooley
But I must admit I miss you quite terribly. The world is too quiet without you nearby. – Daniel Handler,
I have a habit of filling quiet moments with stupid chatter rather than intelligent vocal contributions to society. – Jessica Thompson
Love is all the small moments. It is what fills the quiet. – Jessica Shrivington
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. ―
I was chased Friday evening on the way to my car by a vicious red flash that barked at me and didn’t slow down when I stamped my feet and yelled.
My first thought was “rabid squirrel!!”
So I hightailed it straight back in the house.
Once I sufficiently embarrassed myself, I started to wonder if it was one of the babies from a nest in the back. I must have terrified it!
We found it hunkered down behind a garbage a can, shaking from the adrenaline rush.
Sunday afternoon, I watched one unsuccessfully tying to climb the porch post. Its legs were shaky and unsteady, and nearly shook him right off the railing. His feet were too big for his body, and he awkwardly lowered himself, sliding more than climbing really, to the ground. Later, I heard scuttling and barking again at ground level, so I cautiously peeked over the railing to find, not one, but 3 babies!
Sometimes, the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.
Every year, Evil Squirrel hosts the Annual Contest of Whatever. It is a contest that requires mad artistic flair and…well, that’s pretty much it. And usually a requirement or two, which this year was this: “A squirrel walks into a bar”. Little Guy and I won the random draw for our entry 2 years ago. So without further ado, here is our entry for the 6th Annual Contest of Whatever…
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…a dyslexic squirrel…
…walks into a bra….
Disclaimer: No squirrel was harmed in the making of this unusual blog post. In fact, he was handsomely compensated for his acting debut. The only thing that was harmed was my frying pan, when I neglected it briefly, scorching dinner (which Hubby ate anyway). Hubby was compensated with homemade chocolate chip cookies.
With winter upon us, our fence, the usual highway and place to perch for a scenic view, for our local red squirrel, gets loaded. So I’ve noticed him (or her) snacking on the porch railing instead. Maybe he’s trying to make time with my little pony. Even though I’m quite certain he’s the cheeky fellow who ate my chocolate treats and my chair cushion…and stole my underwear, he’s still cute.
The red squirrel is more common and less dignified than the gray, and oftener guilty of petty larceny about the barns and grain-fields. – John Burroughs
Don’t let his “cute-ness” distract you. I’m pretty sure he’s the one who ate my muffins and stole my underwear.
After posing for me, he tore off to protect his snack, an apple the size of hi head, and with expert ease, bounced from tiny tree branch to tiny tree branch, over my head.
But I was not deterred. Sure, the ground was wet and I was in sock feet. But I wanted a really good mug shot for future reference. I’m on to you, Red Squirrel!
Perseverance is the courage to ignore the obvious wisdom of turning back…
…and perhaps the courage to not worrying about looking like an idiot doing it!
My parents really enjoy their bird feeder, just outside the kitchen window over the sink. (that last detail is important because I once caught my Mom gazing dreamily at the feeder…with a carton of ice-cream discreetly hidden in the sink. Sorry Mom. In her defence, she was hiding it from my kid, who didn’t need more ice cream…) 🙂
I’m pretty sure my Dad snapped this one quick, right before my mother stormed out the side door with a broom. If it was morning, she might still be in her jammies. Just like the bat story, I really wish I could draw!
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