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.”
June 6, 2021 at 1:35 pm
Awww. đŸ™‚ They are so adorable! Great photos and I like your poem.
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June 6, 2021 at 2:12 pm
Thanks, Lynette. They’re very active out there today.
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June 6, 2021 at 1:42 pm
Great shots and such a lovely poem Anneli.
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June 6, 2021 at 2:15 pm
Thank you, Deepa. I’m only sorry that squirrels don’t live longer lives (I think they figure the lucky ones live about four years), because I would love to have lots of them around here.
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June 7, 2021 at 1:56 pm
Oh really! I did not know that.
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June 6, 2021 at 1:55 pm
You have a fun imagination, Anneli.
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June 6, 2021 at 2:13 pm
Jacqui … I don’t know what you mean! Are you saying I imagined all this? LOL
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June 6, 2021 at 2:52 pm
Well, knowing you, you speak chipmunk. So no, I doubt you imagined it. You probably chatted with them!
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June 6, 2021 at 3:13 pm
Yes, chipmunk and squirrel chatter are closely related so we understood each other. đŸ˜‰
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June 6, 2021 at 3:33 pm
♥
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June 6, 2021 at 4:45 pm
Lovely story and series of pics, then you throw in a poem! Gold!
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June 6, 2021 at 5:24 pm
Thank you! That’s very kind of you.
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June 6, 2021 at 5:02 pm
This might be one of my favorites! Look how cute those goobers are!
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June 6, 2021 at 5:25 pm
They are, especially the naive little ones.
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June 6, 2021 at 5:29 pm
Sweet and sassy.
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June 6, 2021 at 6:35 pm
I couldn’t have said it better myself!
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June 6, 2021 at 7:42 pm
They are cute! Nice poem too.
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June 6, 2021 at 8:31 pm
Thank you, Belinda.
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June 7, 2021 at 8:43 am
Those pictures are very special and so is the poem. A very lovely post!
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June 7, 2021 at 9:11 am
Thanks for sharing the squirrels’ life with me, Ursula. I’ll tell them that you think they’re special. đŸ˜‰
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June 7, 2021 at 10:50 am
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. đŸ™‚
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June 7, 2021 at 10:52 am
Yes, a little bit crazy, but we do love our “critters.”
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June 7, 2021 at 12:22 pm
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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June 7, 2021 at 2:14 pm
Thanks a lot, Sonja. They sure entertain us.
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June 20, 2021 at 12:00 pm
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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June 20, 2021 at 3:44 pm
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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