tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9654158353785184152011-08-02T11:29:33.003-07:00Krissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04502982607178206882noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965415835378518415.post-60668202386229737992008-07-13T09:20:00.000-07:002008-07-13T09:34:15.126-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7yxd-Kh3Njc/SHor_sCnhRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6G7xllH5NbM/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_7yxd-Kh3Njc/SHor_sCnhRI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6G7xllH5NbM/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222535091043403026" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">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 "</span></span><span style="font-size:100%;">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.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965415835378518415-6066820238622973799?l=crazykrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Krissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04502982607178206882noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-965415835378518415.post-72430694661889342792008-07-12T16:38:00.000-07:002008-07-12T17:19:54.262-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7yxd-Kh3Njc/SHlI-8Hq_SI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QFED5WX7tlE/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_7yxd-Kh3Njc/SHlI-8Hq_SI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QFED5WX7tlE/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222285489040194850" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7yxd-Kh3Njc/SHlHa8Is5jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QnyC5g2d4K4/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7yxd-Kh3Njc/SHlHa8Is5jI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QnyC5g2d4K4/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222283771057595954" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >He loves the wind in his face. We have been taking Domi on the boat, and his favorite part is when we're going so fast that the wind rushes his fur past his ears. He also loves the hot dogs and chicken off of the grill. Lucky dog.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/965415835378518415-7243069466188934279?l=crazykrissy.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Krissyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04502982607178206882noreply@blogger.com1