Turkeys in a tree
I’m counting more than three
So high up there
Without a care
How brave they all must be!
Tag: Tree
Shyness Issues…
There once was a squirrel named “Just Guy”
Who had issues with being real shy
He carried this tree
Where ever he’d be
So his face no one ever could spy
(I apologize all over the place for this literary fiasco.)
A LITTLE HELP WOULD BE NICE…
I HAD BEEN TAKING THIS SQUIRREL’S PICTURE FOR QUITE A WHILE WHEN I FINALLY REALIZED THAT HE WANTED ME TO COME OVER AND HELP HIM HOLD UP THE TREE.
RIGHT AFTER THIS, I PUT THE CAMERA DOWN AND WE STOOD TOGETHER FOR, OH…AT LEAST AN HOUR AND HELD THE TREE UP.
AFTER AN HOUR AND ONE MINUTE, WE GOT THIRSTY AND WENT TO THE CONVENIENCE STORE AND BOUGHT A “SLURPEE”.
THE TREE WAS STILL STANDING WHEN WE GOT BACK.
THE END.
I AM CHARLIE…
BLUE JAYS… SMART, QUICK, CLEVER, BEAUTIFUL…FREE.
THE “CALL” THAT IS MOST ASSOCIATED WITH THEM, IS LOUD…MENTIONED OFTEN AS A “JEER”. THEY MAKE THEIR PRESENCE AND OPINION KNOWN. THEY USE THIS JEER TO WARN OTHERS IN THEIR FLOCK.
THEY ARE BRAVE…THEY FEAR NO OTHER BIRD, TAKING ON HAWKS THAT ARE FOUR TIMES THEIR SIZE.
THEY SOAR THROUGH THE AIR AND FLY HIGH TOWARD THE HEAVENS.
I ASKED THIS GROUP OF BLUE JAYS WHAT THEIR NAMES WERE…
EACH ONE ANSWERED…”I AM CHARLIE…I AM CHARLIE…I AM CHARLIE…I AM CHARLIE.”
I AM CHARLIE.
THE END OF THE SQUIRREL HIGHWAY…
SOME SADNESS HAS BEFALLEN THE SQUIRREL HIGHWAY THAT I HAVE WATCHED FOR MANY YEARS FROM “A WINDOW INTO THE WOODS.”
THE TWO ASH TREES THAT THE SQUIRRELS USED FOR SAFE AND EASY ACCESS TO THE TREATS THAT I PUT OUT FOR THEM, HAD TO BE CUT DOWN. THE TREES HAD BEEN DEAD FOR SEVERAL YEARS AND SHOULD HAVE BEEN CUT DOWN LONG AGO.
OUR SON, WHO DEFINITELY KNOWS HOW TO HANDLE A CHAINSAW, CAME HOME FOR HIS SISTER’S WEDDING. WHILE THE BRIDESMAIDS WERE HAVING A FUN TIME PUTTING THEIR MAKEUP ON BEFORE WE LEFT FOR THE WEDDING, THE ASH TREES WERE BEING TAKEN DOWN RIGHT OUTSIDE THE WINDOW…..TALK ABOUT A STRANGE COMBINATION OF PRE-WEDDING ACTIVITIES.
IT WAS PROBABLY A GOOD THING THAT I WAS PREOCCUPIED, OR I WOULD HAVE HAD A HARD TIME WATCHING THE “SQUIRREL TREES” COME DOWN. THIS PAST WEEK, I SPENT SEVERAL DAYS PICKING UP SMALL TWIGS AND CARRYING AND STACKING THE LOGS. TOMORROW, I’LL BE DRAGGING THE BRANCHES TO A MORE CONVENIENT LOCATION FOR PICK UP.
THE GOOD NEWS…THE SQUIRRELS DON’T SEEM TO MISS THE TREES ALL THAT MUCH…THEY ARE STILL SHOWING UP EACH AFTERNOON AND PUTTING ON A SHOW FOR ME…BUT I WILL MISS THE TREES…AS SOON AS MY MUSCLES STOP HURTING FROM ALL OF THE YARD WORK.
ALPHONSO THE SQUIRREL SENT ME THIS NOTE JUST NOW…THE NERVE!
“STOP ALL THAT WHINING ZANNYRO…THE SUN IS GOING TO COME UP IN ABOUT EIGHT HOURS AND YOU NEED YOUR REST. I WANT YOU OUT IN THE YARD BRIGHT AND EARLY, HARD AT WORK…I’VE INVITED FRIENDS OVER TO WATCH YOU GET ALL TANGLED UP IN THE PILES OF TREE BRANCHES THAT ARE ON THE GROUND…WE SQUIRRELS LOVE TO LAUGH AND WE NEVER GET TIRED OF LAUGHING AT YOU!”
A WINDOW INTO THE WOODS 