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Lincoln’s Owie

I’m sometimes surprised by what I see after I upload photos – things I can’t see without the benefit of the zoom lens. Today I noticed that Lincoln was holding up his left arm in many of the photos I took of him.

I went back outside to see if I could get some better closeups and see if he had a hurt arm.

In the meantime he had gone to the filbert tree to help himself to more nuts and shortly after I snapped a picture of him in the woodshed with his stolen lunch, my camera’s battery went dead. But here is what I saw on the photo I managed to get.

Does it look to you like he has swollen pads on his left hand? Could it be that he got a yellow jacket sting? These wasps are everywhere just now, gorging on overripe plums that have fallen from the trees.

If that’s what it was, he will probably feel better in a day or two, and it doesn’t seem to be slowing down his theft of the filberts.

Lincoln hurt his little hand,

A wasp was hidden in the sand,

As he ran across the lawn,

Lincoln’s peaceful day was gone.

Zap! The wasp attacked his palm,

Lincoln chattered, no more calm,

Darn that stings, it downright pains,

Setting back his daytime gains.

He had much more work to do,

Stashing food away for two.

Girlfriend Della to impress,

Winter stores must be the best.

Swollen hand, he just can’t stop,

Has to harvest this big crop,

While it lasts with food to find,

Late in winter, he won’t mind.

Anne-li tells him, worry not,

See the owie that she got,

Clearing thorny berry vines,

Wasps hid there, she heard their whines.

Out they came from bushes thick,

Stings of fire and very quick,

Near the eye and on the thigh,

Almost made this grown girl cry.

Sorry for your owie, Lincoln,

Tears of pain you’re surely blinkin’,

But tomorrow you’ll feel fine,

And on filberts you will dine.


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Lincoln Hears a “Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo”

Well, owl be darned. Look hoo’s here. If it isn’t Einstein….

And he’s brought the whole hootin’ family. See them both in that tree?It’s not even completely daylight yet but he’s probably promised the junior professor some fresh squirrel for breakfast. Well, I’ve been told I’m a bit “fresh” but owl be darned if I’m going to be their breakfast.

These guys are sneaky. To be honest, they have me shaking in my boots. But I’m going to make a quick getaway into this woodpile. As if I give a hoot what they eat for breakfast … as long as it isn’t me, that is.

I’ll just scold them while you watch these videos. The little birds are a bit upset too this morning. No wonder! If you think the pictures are a bit shaky, that’s probably from my boots as I shiver until Einstein and the junior professor go away. Excuse me while I yell at them. “Why don’t you two professors go do something useful and go kill a rat?”


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Getting Ready

See those messy leaves on the grass? Lincoln is to blame for that. He’s been carousing around in the filbert trees, stealing the nuts, just like he did last year. He doesn’t care if the leaves fall because some of the nuts do too.

He’s up in the tree, but thinks no one knows. I see him though, where the nine would be, if you imagined a clock on this picture. See him?

Here’s a blurry close up, but he’s in there.

He’s been bringing the filberts over to the woodshed and stashing them under those long landscape ties stacked up at the left of the shed. Later, he brings them out one by one and peels the husks, sometimes hiding just below where those three floats are hanging.

That’s a lot of peeling, Lincoln.

“You’re telling me!” he says with his mouth full.

But look,” he says. “Look how pretty they are once they’re peeled. Ready for the table some cold winter evening.”

“Now, to find a place to hide them until I need them. Nice of them to leave the ladder for me, but I can climb trees without them. And anyway, I’m looking for someplace on the ground to bury them. Oh! I see a place right at the bottom of this stump.”

“Nice soft dirt for digging. Close to the woodshed. And I won’t forget where they are because the stump is there.”

“Wanna see me do the Super Dig? Watch this short video, starring yours truly, Lincoln. I’m better with music, but the crickets are doing their best to accompany my digging dance. So when the winter weather comes, I’ll know where to get a snack. Then I’ll take a filbert or two to my cozy bed deep in the wood shed and sit back with my Kindle and read some of Anneli’s novels. You can check them out by clicking on their covers at the side of the page, or by going to her website.”

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Tony the Towhee

Lincoln was minding his own business when he thought he heard a soft, croaky voice calling, “Eh?”

“Who’s that talking to me?” Lincoln asked. “Oh, NO! It’s Tony the Terrible. I don’t mind sharing a bit of the food but he’s so messy!”

“Who’re you calling messy? It was like this when I arrived.”

“Now, let’s see … is that a good one or another empty hull…?”

“Found one, but what’s the taste going to be like?”

“Meh! Just as I feared. These ones that are lying around are getting a bit stale. So much for cleaning up.”

“Tony, I swear, if you mess up my lunch, I – I – I – …. Well, just don’t make me come down there, or it’s Ta-ta, Tony!”

“Oops! I think lunch is over. I’m going to get a quick ‘Take-out’ and skedaddle. I don’t think Lincoln cares about social distancing and I don’t like him when he gets mad.”

“How do you like that? He’s cleaned me out! No wonder they call him Tony the Terrible.”

“Guess I’ll just have to go harvest some more fir cones. But what a lot of work!”


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Sneaky Thief

Shhh!!! The squirrels are away …  I think …

 

Quick! Quick! I’ll grab one of their sunflower seeds.

I need to crack the shell. Here’s a stick. Hurry, hurry, before they come back. Those two squirrel brothers have been doing their best not to share with me.

 

Do I dare believe my sharp brown eyes? It’s a towhee. The sneaky little thief!

 

Hey brother! We got trouble …  again!

 

Ooh! Talk about greedy! He didn’t leave much.

 

 

Holy smokes!  There’s hardly anything left. I’m really hurt. 

 

I just can’t believe he did that. He’s almost cleaned us out.

 

But wait a minute. Heh-heh-heh! He doesn’t know about the ones I have … “squirreled” away.

 

I’d better add this one to the stash.

 

On second thought, I should eat what I can before he comes back.


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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.