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Jasper and Caspar are two of Lincoln’s babies. They bumble and bounce around the woodshed and the trees, quite naively, unaware that danger lurks everywhere.

But today, Jasper cares only about eating.

“It’s a chilly day for June,” he says. “I have to eat something to warm up. I’ll try this bit of bark .”

“Oops! Oh darn. It fell between the logs. It wasn’t that tasty anyway. I need to find a cone.”

“Maybe there’s one tucked inside this stump.”

“Ho-Hohhhh!” says Caspar. “What are you up to, Jasper? Anything I can help you find?”

“Nothing! Nothing at all.” Jasper tries to sound convincing. “Why don’t you just go find your own cones, Caspar? This is MY stump.”


“Whew! Got rid of him. But now, to find a new cone. Let’s see…. Where can I find a cone? There must be some buried around here. I’m thinking, I’m thinking….”

“I’ll try digging here. Looks like a lot of digging has been going on.”

“Ahh … yes! My reward for all my hard work. Now I’d better find a safe place to eat it.”

Jasper and Caspar have once shared a nest

Now they just fight about who is the best.

Who can find hazelnuts, filberts, and cones?

Who fills his stomach then lies down and groans?


One finds a treasure, the other sneaks in,

Stuffs up his face from his cheeks to his chin,

Runs to a stump where he gobbles his loot,

Before brother jumps up to give him the boot.


Backflips and scampers around and around,

Climbing up fir trees till he can’t be found,

“I’ll get you for that,” Jasper chatters out loud.

“So catch me,” sneers Caspar. He’s feeling quite proud.


“What about sharing?” our Jasper exclaims.

Quivering mad, he is tired of these games.

“Dig,” Caspar says, “there are more cones to find,

It’s called competition, and that, I don’t mind.”



Author: wordsfromanneli

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26 thoughts on “Competition

  1. Awww. 🙂 They are so adorable! Great photos and I like your poem.

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  2. Great shots and such a lovely poem Anneli.

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  3. You have a fun imagination, Anneli.

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  4. Lovely story and series of pics, then you throw in a poem! Gold!

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  5. This might be one of my favorites! Look how cute those goobers are!

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  6. Those pictures are very special and so is the poem. A very lovely post!

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  7. How fun to have the “kids” around to entertain you. An adorable poem, Anneli. I can tell you’re enjoying the springtime critters around your place. 🙂

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  8. Your pictures of the squirrel siblings are wonderful! How fun for you to watch these two being typical brothers growing up together. Everything is definitely a competition. Your poem is so sweet and fun to read. Nicely done!

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  9. I used to live in England and the squirrels are grey because they fought against the red squirrels. But I live in Norway and they are red and so cute. They squeak!

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    • You’re so right. They squeak and they chatter and have all kinds of noises they make. I love these little red squirrels, but I don’t care for the gray and black ones (they are a bit bigger). You’re right. They kill the red squirrels and they are very hard on the bird population as well. Thanks for your visit and your great comment.

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