Dos, not to be confused with Una, showing off her mastery of energy conservation. Why bother sitting up to eat when you can lie directly in your food, cutting out all that bothersome bending and reaching? Dos was the only other squirrel who would come when I called and take treats from my hand, and could be recognized by the notch missing from the top of her right ear. Sadly, Dos passed away a couple months ago and I buried her under the beauty berry bush in the front yard. I still miss that little squirrel!
Ramblings and recipes from my life and other [minor] adventures on our suburban Unfarm
Showing posts with label squirrel food. Show all posts
Showing posts with label squirrel food. Show all posts
Monday, April 7, 2014
Monday, March 31, 2014
Life on the Unfarm: an illustrated account
The chickens will sneak squirrel food whenever they get the chance, so the sight of them walking along the deck railing is a fairly common one.
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