I was staring out at my deck early one Monday morning like I do every other morning, but this morning I was being entertained.
There sitting on the railing, his paws hanging over the bird bath was a squirrel, his mouth slurping the water as fast as he could. He stopped and looked to the right and then to the left and continued drinking.
"Hey! You with the bushie tail!" I mouthed through the glass door. Quit stealing from our fine feathered friends.
And another thing.
"I have had complants that you have been destroying the flowers in the back yard. If not you, one of your cronies. What's the matter, can't you guys find any nuts to eat? You not only pulled the flower off the stem, but you left the evidence there that you did it. Not very smart." I mumbled.
That didn't stop him. He just kept on drinking.
I walked away from the door, shaking my head. In spite of this, I love the little guys. Who we can plainly see are very deceptive.