|This morning's sunrise.|
Our squirrels on the other hand are pretty much tame in their mannerisms, and in most cases amusing, that is, much of the time. Abby and I were talking in the living room early in the morning on Thursday before anyone was awake, when all of a sudden; a blur went past the window. We both looked at each other and started to laugh; Abby and I both realized that it was another failed attempt by Scrat to hit the tube bird feeder. It had shot low and propelled itself underneath the feeder at light speed. Abby then responded, “Super Squirrel flies again!” We both laughed for sometime after that episode.
|Scrat with Abby's fingerprints on the glass.|
|Anne spotted a visitor to our meadow today, a Pileated Woodpecker.|
|(Swinging on by.) Well, not quite a flying squirrel, but close!|