The squirrel that lives in the trees behind our house cracks
me up. This morning, I caught him
hanging by his back legs off the power line, tail whipping back and forth,
while he stretched his little body as far as it would go. He was frantically reaching for the tip of
the tree branch that stayed elusively just beyond his little claws. Swinging back and forth, swiping at it as he
went by, he finally managed to get the branch to move enough for him to grab
it. He yanked it toward him, let go with
his back legs, and swung on the branch like a little Tarzan squirrel to the
trunk of the tree. From there, he did
some pretty amazing acrobatic maneuvers to get from the tree to fence, and from
the fence to the bird feeder.
All of that for breakfast…
