He hid behind the tree. Every once in awhile I could see a speck of grey or a little black spot. He watched me. Everywhere I went, his eyes followed. I had to run an errand, and he watched me leave. My heart got a ping in it, as I realized he was waiting for me. He didn’t want me to leave. I told him I would be back real soon. He just stared in my direction. When I returned, I saw no one. None of his friends were there. It was dead silence. I went into the house, and got what I was looking for and took it outside with me. I went over to his favorite spot and stood there for a moment listening for some sound that would let me know he was near by. If you listened very close and almost quit breathing, you could hear very soft whispers, like leaves blowing in the winds. I finished what I was doing, and told him that is was ok to come out now from hiding. He didn’t have to be afraid. I was his friend. I walked back in the house, and put my things back in the cupboard, and walked over to the kitchen window to see if I could see him. Nothing. I went about doing what I was doing and soon heard a rather loud commotion. It was nothing like I had ever heard before. I called my brother to come here! Come here and look at what is happening! My brother came out and just looked at me, like I was nuts. He had looked around and didn’t see any visitors, so what was I talking about. I called him over to the window, and as he came, I whispered, don’t talk, walk softly. Look out the window with me. It gave me the biggest smile I had had on my face all day as I looked at his face and saw a sparkle in his eyes, and that grin was from cheek to cheek. As we both looked out the window, we were both in awe, as we watched the three baby squirrels chasing each other around the tree. Each one wanting the peanuts all for themselves. One would get up in the box, and stuff his cheeks and look down at the others. You could tell by his face, he was laughing at his siblings, going ha ha, this is mine. I had thrown peanuts and corn on the ground, and the other squirrels were busy hopping from seed to seed. The yard was soon filled with big fat blue jays. It was a moment I will never forget. A memory I will instill in my box of memories I keep in the back of my mind. My brother and I were standing side by side, gazing out the windows, watching the animals, our friends, feasting, and both of us looked at each other, without saying a word, and we each smiled.
Sweet squirrel story, Terry. Warmly written. My mom used to feed peanuts to her backyard pal, Petie. My experience with the furry friends was a bit more stressful. A pregnant mama took up residence in my attic! And after her babies were born, well let’s say there were plenty of noctural “soccer matches” over my bedroom ceiling during the wee hours. Still, I felt a certain kinship with this fellow “single mom” as she watched out for her brood, providing shelter that was safe and warm and dry. Once nicer weather arrived, the little furry family fled to the woods, I presume. And I promptly had all the holes sealed. While baby squirrel antics are indeed a delight to witness, there was at least one early morning when I was wishing I had a BB gun!! 🙂 Thanks for stopping by Longings End…
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i bet that was scary at nights, listening to that chatter and running. i much rather watch through my window. lol
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i have nominated you for one lovely blog award!!!
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thanks Terry…we will follow up soon. Appreciate you thinking of us.
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that is alright, just enjoy it!!
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