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.
Not every fall has helped me glean such blessings as I have this time. The last I wrote I had fallen down my basement stairs. My back ended up in great shape; perfect for the first in 20 years; hallelujah! I'm no longer in danger of becoming paralyzed. Good thing too, as I'm dangerous with those electric chairs in the grocery store, ha ha ha.
Yet the old bod took some good hits and swelling has been a biggie for yours truly. You can see the three places where my left leg hit three steps. My shoulder was knocked out of place, but I didn't realize I had chipped my jawbone. As the song goes: "Ice ice baby!" As for my head, as long as I'm, "still crazy after all these years," I guess I'm normal.
It was the first time I wished I had a video cam; might have made $10,000 on one of those video shows!! Imagine the look on my face upon realizing I was standing in air, 30 inches from the concrete floor.(Wow) With all that cracking going on you'd have thought I was shelling pecans, lol. Every little vertebrae had it's own party! "Snap, crackle, pop....rice crispy body!" I'm so happy I've retained some humor.
A good friend of mine has taken me to therapy, every other day, for four weeks. Bless her life as she's blessed mine. It's easier to be cheerful and positive when someone stands, with you, for recovery from any thing.
Today I'm headed back to church and my adult class; missed two weeks. The neat part is that I've become close to many ladies in my class. They call me, "the kid" as I'm the youngest! So much I can't believe I'm even attending, but I'm being blessed with their presence in my life.
And~ I've missed my blog friends. Haven't thought of anything to write about except pain; boring. Forgive me for not getting to your blogs. I have lots to catch up on... here and at home. I'll be back soon. Thank you.