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Saved a squirrel

Imagine my surprise, this morning, when I pulled on a fresh pair of jeans and found quite a lot of extra room in them. That’s always a fun discovery. Stacking wood has added benefits that I didn’t even consider. Cool!

While I was out this morning a little squirrel and I had a bit of a showdown. As I drove down a side street toward the main drag, I watched a squirrel amble through the cemetery, making his way toward the main street. As I reached the corner, he crawled through the fence and stood up on his hind legs by the edge of the road, considering whether to cross the 4 lanes. I wondered why on earth he’d want to cross the street—nothing on the other side but commercial buildings. No trees to speak of, certainly no seeds or nuts. Maybe just because it’s there and fascinating and enticing? Who knows. But I rounded the corner slowly and he gathered his little body together as if to make the dash. I stopped right in front of him (no one was behind me). He stood up on his hind legs and looked me right in the eyes. I looked back and waited. We stared at each other for a full 30 seconds before he decided maybe it was all a bad idea. He turned around and crawled back through the fence and scampered away. That made me smile a whole lot.

Posted on 10/06/05 at 07:18 AM
 




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