Saturday, August 25, 2018


Looked out the sliding glass door today and saw this:

There was no sunflower seed on the ground today.
I thought he'd nose around in the greenery a bit,
then move on toward the bird feeder or the barn.

But instead, he came a little closer, and hung out for a while.

And then he moved over to the exact spot where Della had been yesterday.

He just waited and waited, looking through the door.
He did everything but tap on the glass, and call,
"Will Della come out and play?"

He's on tippy-toes in this one:

And where was Della?
Asleep on the porch.

She had already been outside for a long time,
and had come back in for a snack and a snooze.

Maybe tomorrow, Squirrel!