He is so little,
compared to the vast,
green grass on the lawn.
He had been hunting
for a nut.
He then had found it.
He suddenly perched, on
his hind legs, and started
moving his arms, wildly.
It was like he was telling me
a story with his hands.
I imagine he was telling me
the story of gathering the nuts
and then retrieving them.
He made my afternoon!
Written May 27th, 2004 5pm CST
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of the little squirrels and rabbits and if I'm lucky a deer.
Excellent!
~Linda
(((HUGS))) and much love, your squirrel-lovin' friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :D
No damage our way; just a lot of wind and heavy rain! There WAS damage west of us, in Lillian, but we made it okay here in Burleson. :D
Wonderful write!
Love, Sheila
rodent sign language! very cute!