That is two on the ground and one on the squirrel-proof bird feeder with the funny red hat. Apparently the word is getting out in the squirrel community that there is a place on Ramada Drive that needs their attention. It seems only yesterday that I was surprised to see one squirrel in my back yard.
In some places the appreciation depends on the color of the squirrel. Would I joke about such sacred topics?
This may well be a losing battle. Does anyone have an air gun they are not using?
Any recipes for squirrel? Do they taste like chicken?
In case you need any help on how to celebrate this holiday next year, here is the necessary website. Seems to be useful for lots of other things too.
This is a small experiment in the blogosphere. "If you have no interest in what it's like to grow old, what follows is not for you. However, if it's going to happen to you, and the outcome is ultimately going to be negative, then finding a way to make the process as bearable, even as enjoyable as possible, might be worth a little attention."—from John Jerome's On Turning Sixty-Five
04 February 2009
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