Some of you may remember, a few years ago, when Mom decided one winter that the squirrels weren't getting enough fat in their diets, and started flinging them buttered toast in the mornings. Which was fine, until I opened the door one morning to find a squirrel the size of a dachshund clinging to the screen door when he didn't get his breakfast on
(
Read more... )
Comments 16
Reply
Reply
Reply
Last weekend when we were there for her birthday, we were treated to the sight of a squirrel sitting on the deck table gnawing away on a crunchy cheese ball.
Reply
Reply
Husband and I had a good chuckle together. :-)
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment