It’s a great day in the neighborhood here in Big Thicket. No gunfire and the head of the Humidity dept must have taken the day off so I have spent most of the morning simply gazing out the window. I find it much more entertaining than gazing at the TV.
Right after I first moved here, I took an old bird cage and turned it into a bird feeder. I just took the door off and hung it right outside the window of my office where I sit and peck at the keyboard while I watch the birds peck at their food and each other.
Today the birds had a visitor show up for a place at the table. Rocky (isn’t that what you call all squirrels), decided he would break bread with his fellow neighbors. I didn’t see Bullwinkle lurking around but he would have had a field day chewing on my un-mowed yard.
After a while Rocky told his buddy to take a hike and he ate until his heart was content and his little tummy was full.
He gave me one last look and said he needed to go check his nuts. I do have a number of pecan trees in the yard, so I’m assuming he was referring to a stash somewhere.
Well that’s my story and we have come to the end.
The moral of this story is that some days you feel like a nut and some days you feel like bird seed.