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Going Squirrely!

The Captain said the other day, “I think that’s enough Lincoln posts. They’re cute and all, but I think it’s time for something different.”

I agreed. I know I have a thing for Lincoln and his girlfriend, Della, but okay, enough is enough. No more squirrel posts.

But today, the Captain yelled, “Anneli, come quick and bring the camera. Della’s got three babies!”

I took about nine videos of them but a lot are blurry or there is background noise (someone mowing a lawn). I picked one that shows Della grooming her babies. They all have fleas or some other little parasites. If you watch closely you can see Della groom the babies and eat the pests that are “bugging” them.

Thanks for enduring yet another squirrel post. I had not intended to inflict any more on you, but you see, with these new additions, they’re so cute I couldn’t resist.

PS Don’t bother to look for Lincoln. Now that the kids have arrived, he’s “gone fishing.”

Della had a big surprise,

We could not believe our eyes,

Three young children showed today,

Leaping, turning, every way,

Della’s nerves are wearing thin,

Squirrel One, where have you been?

Squirrel Two, sit still and wait,

For your grooming though it’s late.

I will find that pesky flea

I will eat it, you’ll be free

Of those bites and itchy pain

Till one lands on you again,

Squirrel Three, be careful there,

One misstep you’ll fall through air

If that happens what to do

Is grab a branch that passes you.

Yes, I witnessed your close call

Hanging by one leg, that’s all,

But you pulled yourself right up

You deserve a golden cup,

Be more careful though, next time,

Or you’ll have the family crying.

Now let’s settle down and wait,

Here comes Anneli at the gate,

She will bring me sunflower seeds,

Always she fulfills our needs.


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Table for One

With the coronavirus rampant, the rules for dining out have changed. I’m waiting for my meal to be served, but am keeping well away from Anneli, my waitress, while she brings my daily breakfast of sunflower seeds.
I hate to do this to my girlfriend, but we just can’t share a table anymore – not until this pandemic blows over. For now, it’s a table for one when I eat out.
Okay, I’m ready to eat. Hope she’s more careful today. She puts the seeds in a little jar, but she always ends up spilling some. What a waste.
HEY! Stay away, Della. Don’t you know the rules for social distancing? That counts especially here in the restaurant. We don’t want to get closed down here too.
Okay, dear, just keep calm. Stop your scolding. I’ll make sure to save you a few sunflower seeds.
Now, where was I? Oh yeah. I want to thank you bloggers for watching this video I’m featured in. Thank you for your patience.
Now if you’re ready, I’ll show you how to peel a sunflower seed without fumbling and dropping the seed inside. Heck, I’ll even show you how to do two at a time, and in record time. Watch carefully.

Thanks, guys! Now why don’t you go over to Anneli’s webpage and check out her great West Coast novels and her copy-editing skills at www.anneli-purchase.com


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Little Tree and Big Tree

Wow! Look at YOU, Little Tree! Just look at all those blossoms! But I wonder why they call you a dogwood. Is it because dogs do something on your wood? Terrible thing to do to a beautiful tree.
No, that’s not why they call me a dogwood. But something has stunted my growth. Would you believe I’m the same age as Big Tree across the street? That’s how it is to grow up on the wrong side of the tracks. I’ve missed out.
Big Tree has spent his whole life in the sunshine near a water tap, while I’ve been thirsty for years, shivering in the shade. You’d think that Big Tree would share his food and water since I have so little, but he doesn’t make a move to help me – I mean social distancing is one thing, but he’s downright unfriendly – won’t even talk to me.
Well, it’s not my fault if I was born with a fertilizer spoon in my mouth. My caregivers are simply smarter than yours. I show them my thanks for the food they gave me. And you’re wrong. I would share with you, but I can’t leave. I’m kind of rooted to the ground.
I see what you mean, Little Tree. He’s twice your size. Does that mean you’re the poor relation? Would you feel better if I tickled your bark to make you smile. I could scratch any itch you might have. All I have to do is run up and down your trunk a few times. Make you feel better….
You think about it and let me know, okay?


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To Share or not to Share

 

 “To be, or not to be, that is the question”

By William Shakespeare, otherwise known as Willy Wiggle-sword.
(from Hamlet, spoken by Hamlet)
 
To be, or not to be, that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them.
 
 
Della’s Version
Spoken from Lincoln’s Woodshed
by his girlfriend, Della:
 
To share, or not to share, it’s out of the question:
Whether ’tis nobler for the stomach to suffer
The stings and pangs of outrageous starvation,
Or to take in my arms the tines of moose
And by chewing, end the ends of them.
 
 
 
 
I’ve got my nose right on this tine and it smells so-o-o   go-o-o-od!
 
 
 
Oh yeah! I’ve found the mother lode!
 
 
 
But what if Lincoln finds me and sees that I didn’t call him in on the smorgasbord … should I tell him what I found?
 
 
 
M-m-m…. O-h-h-h! This is so-o-o-o good.
 
 
 
It’s nice to share, but … no-no-no-no-no, I have to get my fill first. Call me greedy, but I’m not sure Lincoln would share if he were the one who found it first … would he?
 
 
What’s that? You say I have a dribble on my chin? That’s okay. I can wipe it off later. No time right now.
 
 
 
To share or not to share…. Oh piffle! I’m gonna go for it.
 
 
 
I’ll just point out that I’ve left him lots of other tines.
 
 
 
 
Still, I’d hate to be caught being greedy. I’d better make a run for it.
 
 
 
I can always go back to my feeding station on the other post. There’s still some good nibbling left on those tines.
Amazing how much flavour is still in there after 17 years.
 
 
 
Wanna watch me nibble with my sharp teeth?  I warn you that Anneli is not a good photographer. She wiggled as I nibbled. Also, try to ignore the neighbours’ power washer. I did. Click on the video link if you feel brave and later, why not check out Anneli’s website if you’ve never seen it. www.anneli-purchase.com 
 

 

This is the ghost of Nibbles Past. 

Don’t touch me, Della.

You’d better run fast.

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A Chilly Day

I heard Lincoln commenting on the weather.

Chilly air this morning. Snow in the hills. A flurry or two even right here at home.

 

Hmm…. Let’s see … Anneli’s been putting out sunflower seeds for me, but it’s getting kind of boring.

 

I suppose I could find some of the food I stored away around this stump last fall.

 

 

What do you think I should do? What’s that? Get used to doing my own thing again? I thought you might say that.

 

Okay, here goes. I’m pretty sure I put something right here.

 

Or maybe it was here….

 

 

Della? DELLAAAAH! Have you been raiding my stash again?

On the left, she said. I could swear I had put it on the right of the stump.

Ahhh … here you are my PRECIOUSSSS!

 

I love these walnuts once they sprout.

 

And a new bud for dessert. Gotta have my greens.

 

Oh that’s yummy in my tummy. Feelin’ bad now for hollerin’ at Della.

Think I’ll go back to sunflower seeds tomorrow. It’s easier on the nerves.


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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. ”

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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.