Do not take this squirrel lightly; he means business! His joy and true passion for my gazebo is overwhelming. A schedule has been tacked to the front post, for human visiting hours.
He is the second generation of "Simon", although he is not as pleasant as the first. There's certainly no entertaining for peanuts, as with the "Simon" before. This little guy prefers large preshelled sunflower seeds.
There are four trees in which there are four girlfriends. Gazebo Squirrel makes the rounds twice a day. I don't know how he does it; all that chasing round and round the tree trunks. Still he seems to care about all the little girls, each have their private time with him.
If he sees walk towards MY gazebo, he climbs to the top and shakes his bushy tail. Then realizes I'm doing the daily homage of delivering the seeds and he backs off. Just one of the pitfalls of being a new home owner; one becomes acquainted with her neighbors?
I asked about the costume he wears. Get this... it's a tattoo! Unfortunately the artist didn't know how to spell "Gazebo Squirrel", so they settled on an "S". His chest was too tiny for the "G", but don't say anything; he's rather sensitive about his size!
So he's the closest I have to having a pet and he's making little pet-lets everywhere. Spring is coming so they'll be on top of the gazebo, chock, chock, chocking away. There goes the seed budget. ~And, another animal controlling their human provider.
I wonder if he writes?