I’m being “bombed” by a squirrel who’s evidently unhappy with me for sitting on the porch under HIS tree. He won’t show himself, but I hear him scampering from branch to branch, and I CAN see the hail of sweet gum seed balls raining down. Hmm, maybe “he” is a “she”, come to think of it.
Squirrelly’s tree …
Some of Squirrelly’s ammunition …
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"Our" squirrels live in the big fir next to the house. Every morning they jump from the fir to the roof, run all the way to the other side of it and jump on the big birch that is near our front door. It's cute to hear them run on the roof (we have a metal roof, so you can hear their tiny steps very well from inside).
:^)
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