I am truly amazed at the athletic prowess of the mountain squirrels vs the ones back home. The squirrels out here are leaner and able to make tremendous aerobatic maneuvers as they casually move from bough to bough. They have no expectations or demands of me... Unlike their portly brethren who live back home.
I scattered a bit of trail mix as an offering to one little guy this morning. He did not rush to see what I had left.
Back home, the little fat bastards would practically break the branches to lope on down to the bird feeder at feeding time. They would often curl their spoiled pudgy little lips in disgust and lumber off in betrayal if the food in the feeder was not to their liking.
I scattered a bit of trail mix as an offering to one little guy this morning. He did not rush to see what I had left.
Back home, the little fat bastards would practically break the branches to lope on down to the bird feeder at feeding time. They would often curl their spoiled pudgy little lips in disgust and lumber off in betrayal if the food in the feeder was not to their liking.
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