I may have made my peace with Riley, but she doesn't know I'm not still out to get her.
On alert.
Going. Going. Gone.
(to her hidey-hole between the house and deck roofs)
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it's a fur blur :)
ReplyDeleteI swear--once you start enjoying the squirrels, they don't seem as mischievous anymore. Maybe it is perspective--who knows?
ReplyDeleteMade your peace? Lost the war. When you named the squirrel, it was all over. bwahahaha!
ReplyDeletePerspective can change everything.
ReplyDeleteAnn- no kidding. I was shocked I caught anything in the picture
ReplyDeleteLin- I'm afraid she's inside the house, but winter is not a good time to move her
Vanilla- yes, I know. sigh.
Chuck- I've always loved her, but in the house is a problem, and I"m afraid she is between the ceiling and roof. But she's warm, eh?
hello sharkbytes its dennis the vizsla dog hay dada sez yore roofrats are kyooter then owr roofrats!!! i tried to eksplayn to him that yores is not a rat but he is too thick to lissen i gess!!! ok bye
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