Now they have squirrels. I saw them going in and out of a crack in the roofline. Bruce has been up there many times with wood, nails and hammer to close up the access. And each time, they chew their way out. They make a leetle hole that slowly gets bigger, amid much loud crunching and scraping.
I stand below, cheering on the squirrels.
Go squirrels.
2 comments:
A strange visitor from Radish King. Your persistent squirrels create such a clear image, I would like to post a link to you in my blog today, and hope that will be okay. My thanks, Marylinn
Please do. Help yourself. And thanks.
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