Critters 2
I just love to watch chipmunks and squirrels. They’re aerialists, they’re industrious, and they’re determined. They exude confidence in their abilities, and they show an intelligence in figuring out how to raid man-made inventions created to deter them.
I’ve often had birdfeeders, which seem to magnetically attract squirrels and chipmunks. Their antics always amuse me, except financially. Once they invade, they eat every available piece, never seemingly to say even a minimal “Thank you!” Their swishing tales scatter the seed, their tiny front paws circulate from surface to mouth with seemingly infinite speed, and their little jowls puff enormously as they stuff their little orifices for instant gratification or for burying their treasures for later consumption. They’re downright thieves, but they’re engagingly cute while committing their predictable crimes.
Our latest pair, little Florida ground squirrels, with wispy tails no northern squirrel would own up to, climb the stuccoed walls of our house, scamper across the roof, jump from preposterous distances, tightrope the wires connecting our house like umbilicals to poles in the distance, and shimmy up to hanging baskets to attack the feeders. They’re amazingly agile and fearless, and provide us with moments of sheet delight in their abilities. They stare down the woodpeckers, cardinals, doves, and thrashers who usually own the space, and with reckless abandon take ownership of the outdoor kitchen they think of as their personal kitchen or workout gym. They will not be deterred until they’ve had their fill.
Last week I put out some stale trail mix. We watched this little pair bury the pretzels and almonds for future use. I know I’ll never grow a pretzel tree, but wonder if the almonds might sprout!
These little rascals are planning for the winter, even though Florida doesn’t suffer as we did in the north. Their winter here could come anytime I neglect to fill the feeder. But that, of course, would deny us the fun of watching our pair of acrobats.
We’re sort of hoping this is a mated pair and we might see these rascals teach their young ones how to succeed in the world of squirrelcraft. They’ve quite the status of success to pass on.
A career teacher, with forty years of teaching language arts/English, Betty Jackson enjoys wordsmithing, writing, and reading as a vocation and avocation.Retirement is her "age of frosting," a chance to pursue postponed hobbies with gusto. She especially sends kudos to the Space Coast Writers Guild members for their encouragement and advice. Her five books, It's a God Thing!, Job Loss: What's Next? A Step by Step Action Plan, and Bless You Bouquets: A Memoir, And God Chose Joseph: A Christmas Story, and Rocking Chair Porch: Summers at Grandma's are available at Amazon.com. Ms. Jackson is available to speak to local groups and to offer her books at discount for fundraising purposes at her discretion. She and her husband soon celebrate their 47th anniversary, and have lived in New York, New Jersey, Iowa, and now the paradise of Palm Bay, Florida. Their two grown children and daughter-in-love, all orchestra musicians, and our beautiful granddaughters Kaley and Emily live nearby. Hobbies, and probably future topics on her blog: gardening, symphonic music (especially supporting the Space Coast Symphony Orchestra as a volunteer and proud parent of a violinist, a cellist, and an oboist), singing, book clubs, and co-teaching a weekly small-group Bible study for seniors. She volunteers and substitute teaches at Covenant Christian School, and serves as a board member of the Best Yet Set senior group at church. Foundationally, she daily enjoys God's divine appointments called Godincidences, which show God's providence and loving kindness.