We have MANY squirrels living in our trees. I love watching them as they swing from branch to branch reminding me of monkeys. In the spring the young ones play chasing games, spiraling up trees, and changing directions with the chaser now being chased. They always bring a smile to my face.
This winter was a rough one for all of us...the Weather Channel named my city, Toledo, as number one in cities with the worst winter. Every morning as I put out peanuts and seeds for the squirrels and birds I worried that some may not survive. They seemed to appreciate the heated bird bath and I intend to get another one next year. It was a joy to see the animals braving the bitter cold days to partake in the food.
|Wyatt hiding a peanut|
Throughout this time, two squirrels received names. One we call Estee which started as 'Short Tail'...ST for short...and then evolved to the name Estee. I think that the tail must have been frostbitten...just the tip. It was hanging off for a few days and must have fallen off. Estee is doing fine, tail just a bit short but seems to not hurt any activity.
|Wyatt watching me|
|Wyatt eating a peanut|