It's Getting Squirrelly Over Here

This morning I realized I may be spending a little too much time at home.

Today, I had a conversation with a squirrel in a tree.

I found the little bushy-tailed beast eating my newly planted flowers.  Or so I thought. 

I asked the dog to chase it out of the flowers, but when she looked at me in complete disbelief, I realized someone must have forgotten to tell her she’s a dog.   

So I set out to do the job myself. 

As I approached the tree with a distinct purpose, the squirrel spiraled up, flicking its tail like an exclamation point. It stopped on one of the tippy-top branches, looking down at me quizzically.

Photo by Ray Shrewsberry via Pixabay

 That's when I realized it hadn't been eating my flowers at all, just something it found nearby.

The squirrel's innocence gave me a pause. I simply said, “Please don’t eat my flowers.” 

The accused cocked its head, listening.

I continued, “You can live in my yard, but please don’t eat anything I’ve put a lot of work into.”

It blinked, chattered, and flicked its tail. 

Satisfied that we had come to an understanding, I headed back to the deck to read my book. 

Looking over the yard, I found Kodie, THE DOG, standing guard under the tree while the squirrel chattered its gripes.

“Never mind,” I said in disgust. “I've already handled it.”