I fed the squirrels today. I know, you would think with spring here that they would be finding food elsewhere but the feeder has been busy for the few hours that it has been full. There were three squirrels here at one time over the winter, so word may be out about my yard. I also put apple chunks out for them. Did you know that squirrels really love apples? They get a look of rapture when they get a slice. Instant gratification, if you like seeing gratitude for your handouts.

This particular squirrel took his chunk to a stub above the feeder and started noshing. There is a white spot in the middle of the tree that is the apple.

I, of course, got my phone and took a picture, as evidenced above. Not a great picture, but still cute. Squirrel hugging apple chunk. Adso decided to jump up into the window next to me and start meowing to get me to pet him, so the squirrel took off. Luckily, it went up, to the top a a tall stump left from the pruning of a few years ago, and it took the apple with it. It hunkered down up there until it felt safe, then sat up to finish the treat, and wham.

Awesome photo.

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Comment by J.P. Hart on March 21, 2017 at 7:16pm

fascinating how that squirrel's roost was clean cut and now the life force of the tree branches above and beyond---awesome acrobats---always foraging!

Neat, 'down home' type post, Phyllis, VG! 

Comment by Phyllis on March 22, 2017 at 4:50am

Hi, JH. I had the tree pruned about 3 years ago, it had been pushed over to the north by two other trees which are now gone, and the south side was filling out nicely. This is what the tree looks like today, when it leafs out it's really pretty.

Comment by Phyllis on March 22, 2017 at 4:51am

The short stub is where the squirrel was sitting. 

Comment by J.P. Hart on March 23, 2017 at 6:16am

May I call you Philly?

Tranquil SunSet or is-it SunRise, familiar. Blueback roads of my memree memberin 'ol wingman: arborist flannel shirted lumberjack, a platinum blonde Ms Chick magnet, was and me with a note book counting haiku-ian sylables within Fogerty's Lodi, one more for the road, who wound-up elsewhere, couple-a-kids, where's it? Adell or Ootsberg & harbored there off Port Washington, often when the Mich gale rolls chest-high, I know that grin, that tack strength, too far too fast, bow-blasting slap swale sideways mast snapped ice petro taste scorching bursting lungs down with skull bash spread-eagled flippin pale sodden gone  Many inline, reflections, somber wept faces, stain glass bright mahogany surreality shuffling hands at ease one of these springs bang bang bang when the children hold their ears and hide

         !Red sails in the sunset, familiar, tho the famines real, a tree never in the way. At night Red!

Comment by Phyllis on March 26, 2017 at 5:53pm

You may call me Philly, I had a friend a long time ago who used to. I do miss her.

This is a sunset, I don't usually get this color and it's pretty. You have some intense memories. They sound like they were fun times.

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