I've heard the pitter-patter of little feet running across the roof most of the fall. But so far, the fixes to keep them out of the walls have been working.
These are the little red squirrel piggies who have forced us to give up feeding the birds. Nevertheless, they are cute, and I don't mind taking a picture when one appears on the deck. I think this generation's name will be Nano. (National No need for squirrels in the house year)
I think I've mentioned that we never used to have squirrels anywhere near the house. Now, they live in the white pines out front. Based on the last appearance of babies, named the DTs (Double and Triple Trouble), the one I saw today may be the fourth generation. Here's Double Trouble in 2016 as a youngster.
His/her mommy squirrel was Trouble. Picture from early 2016 demonstrating the origin of the name.
And Trouble's mother was Riley, the very first squirrel that showed up here in 2014.
Needless to say, I think the squirrels are here to stay.
In other news: I wrote a chapter, took a walk, spent some time on a volunteer task, and hope to write some more tonight. Although I have to say that will be a brain stretch. We'll see if I manage to do it. Couldn't get to sleep last night, so I may crash early.
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