wordsfromanneli

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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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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.