I don't know where I thought squirrels lived, but until recently, I had no idea they built nests high in the branches of the trees in my backyard. One sunny day two months ago, Todd and I watched as little guy "Ratatouille" (Todd's name for him) skampered up and down the tallest tree, collecting leaves for his apartment. To me, it looks like a pile of brown, unstable, last years discards, but in reality, his home withstands storms and wind and birds. Pretty amazing architecture! We can now see 4 nests from our back patio. Wonder just how many are in the wood behind our home. I catch them out in the early morning hours, eating all of the birdseed, working together to knock seed out of the feeders and onto the ground, but I can't get mad at the little guys. I give them a warning clap before I let the dogs out, since Reese has decided she is the Reese, the Squirrel Hunter. Or at least, squirrel chaser. I love this time of year, when the leaves are lush and the trees are full, and I can pretend I'm in the middle of nowhere because I can't see my neighbors' houses. Happy Sunday.
