wordsfromanneli

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Biting the Hand that Feeds

I pushed my luck today. I did a dumb thing and offered Lincoln his breakfast from my hand instead of putting it in a jar as I usually do.  I had a palm full of sunflower seeds and I guess he wanted some meat with his seeds.

The first nip didn’t hurt, so I thought I’d wait to see if he took the seeds next, but he took a bigger nip of my finger and that’s when I decided to let him get his own breakfast from the jar. The bit of blood makes it look worse than it is, but I did check out diseases you can get from squirrel bites. I won’t put my hand out to him again. Lesson learned.

It was awkward taking a picture of my right hand with my left, but “you get the picture.”

A nearby junco saw the whole thing and I heard him say, like Tweetie, “Ooooooh! Dat hadda hurt!”

Meanwhile, Lincoln went back to enjoying his quiet breakfast, sassy little guy. After all, he is a wild animal, and not a pet. Wake up call for Anneli.

Lincoln ate sunflower seeds for breakfast while I had humble pie.


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Leaping Lincoln

“Oh, no! The Captain’s going to start up that horrible machine again. There goes my nice quiet morning!”

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“Say, Cap! Over here! Up on the top of the wood pile.” Now I’ve got his attention. “Do you think you could hold off on that wood splitting for a bit? The Missus and I were just going to have our first breakfast on the sundeck of our woodshed home. But this wood splitter – I should say ‘ear splitter’ –  is going to ruin our quiet breakfast in the sunshine.”

“Oh dear! He’s not going to listen to me. No-no-no-no-no! Not at all. What to do, what to do. Oh, decisions, decisions!”

“What’s that you say? I should make a run for it?”

“Okay, that’s probably good advice. But should I go this way? … Or that way?”

“Either way, I’d better get my limbs limbered up. Guess that’s why they’re called limbs, right?  Get it? Limbs? Limbered up? Hee-hee-hee!  Okay, here goes. After all, it’s Leap Day.”

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“See y’all in March, when we’ll march around. After all that leaping, I’ll be happy to just march along.”

“And by the way, if you get tired of just marching, why not try reading some of Anneli’s great books? She’s got five of them for you (cheap like borscht, and every bit as good) at amazon outlets and smashwords.com. Even at kobo.com. ”

Find out more at http://www.anneli-purchase.com

 


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Glad She’s Back

Quick! Hide! Oh, it’s okay. Goodie! Anne-li is back. She asked the Captain to feed us while she was away, but Anne-li is not as scary as he is. She talks to us softly. The Captain makes a scary chirping sound with his mouth and it sounds like a mink coming after us. I once heard Anne-li tell him not to do that.  “It’s too scary for Lincoln,” she said.

Well, now I know she’s back, I can relax. I’ll have the shell off this sunflower seed in no time.

They sure are yummy!

I have a special treat, but it’s in a secret place. See me up here where that pole comes out of the woodshed. I’m tiny and you might not be able to see me on the crossbeam by the pole.

I had this walnut stashed away for some day when I felt like a change from the same old sunflower seeds.

But I do appreciate the seeds too. Thank you Anne-li! And I’m glad you found out that peanuts aren’t good for us squirrels.

And of course, Lincoln is welcome to as much as he can eat.


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Lincoln Cracks the Case

See how I can balance? Oh, my! Forget that. Look at the sunflower seeds in that jar.

You think I’m greedy because I took two? If I don’t, that Della will get them all.  What’s that? Oh, don’t worry. I left plenty for her.

But would you like to see how efficiently I can peel these sunflower seeds and get at the inside part? Just watch! Anneli made me a movie star.  She messed up about three seconds from the end, when SHE got greedy and wanted to zoom in on me, but please, watch me in my own show: Lincoln Cracks the Case.


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Lincoln Guards his Lunch

It’s snowing furiously and the wind has made a mess of the yard, littering it with fir branches.

It’s cold enough to freeze the hummingbird feeders. I alternate between two of them, thawing one in a jug of warm water while the other is available to the birds.

The squirrels, Lincoln and Della, have been getting walnuts (partially shelled) and sunflower seeds. But now the jays have discovered the goodies in the woodshed and are giving the squirrels competition.

The video below is about a minute long. I took it from inside the house through the window. The snow is blurring the scene as much as my dirty dining room window is, but I didn’t want to miss the show. It’s not Oscar quality, but it might be mildly entertaining to watch as Lincoln defends his lunch.


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The Chill Moves In

Mrs. Flicker is in a panic.

“Did you say the ‘S’ word? Did you say snow?”

 

The Steller’s jay mouths off as usual.

“Oh, I highly doubt that!”

The rufous-sided towhee is trying to be cool. Soon he’ll wish he weren’t quite so cool.

“Now what did I tell you about that? Getting the flocks all alarmed over something that may not even happen?!”

 

The hummingbird, also rufous, is hungry.

“I’m not taking any chances. Anneli doesn’t put this food out just because she’s bored. I think she’s trying to be sure we don’t starve.”

 

The chestnut-backed chickadee gets busy, eating all he can.

“Me too! I’m eating my breakfast to build up my strength. It’s dee-dee-dee-damned c-c-cold and it might snow.”

Above him, the nuthatch is getting impatient.

“Will ya hurry up, Chickie? There’s not much time before that hog, the starling moves in, and I haven’t had a turn at the suet block yet —– Oh too late. Here he comes, the bully!”

 

The starling isn’t shy. Far from it!

“Errr-hem! Move out you little squirts. That suet is mine, all mine.”

The golden-crowned sparrow does his best, singing about spring, but finally I heard him admit,

“I don’t think it’s working. I might have to move south — and fast!”

 

I hope the birds are wrong, but it sure feels like it will snow. I remember how cold and snowy it was last January, so I have plenty of birdseed and suet on hand, and of course I have walnuts and sunflower seeds for Lincoln and Della.

Last January! Brrrrrrr….

But someday it will be spring again.

(No, don’t get excited. This photo is from last May. I just wanted to remind myself that this cold weather won’t last forever.)

 


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Lincoln Learns the Ropes

I’m not sure what’s going on, whether Della sent Lincoln out to find more bedding to make a cozier sleeping place in this stormy weather, or if she told him she’s expecting baby Lincolns sooner than we thought, but it seems that Lincoln has been sent on a mission.

“The house needs more insulation. Bring back stuff to make it cozier.”

There’s just one problem. Lincoln hasn’t figured out that sometimes loose ropes are tied on at the other end.

What got my attention was a squirrel swinging on a rope like in a Tarzan movie. By the time I got out there with the camera he had settled down considerably.