
I love the way the sun gleams across our backyard in the morning.
Ah, our own backyard, I say to myself with a grin on my face as I listen to the various birds serenading me with their trills and chirps. There are catbirds, mockingbirds, cardinals, and more. I hear the hushed repetitive beeps of a nuthatch I am eager to spot soon.
This morning's scan of the back-of-the-house vista was abruptly interrupted, however, when my eyes fell upon a clump of soil heaped up and spilling over the edges of the pot that contains the arugula seeds I planted a week ago. What the ?!
I rushed out back to find a hole dug deep down into my container garden, the only bit of vegetable garden I have here at the moment. It looks like the work of a squirrel. I have a squirrel conspiring against me already!?
The SuspectMoments later, I saw a plumper-than-usual squirrel sitting on the fence, rather brazenly munching on a nut of some sort. These suburban squirrels are much fatter than the city squirrels, I see, presumably because they have lots of easily accessible ground where they can store up their foodstuffs! Now with all this available yard, the squirrel had to pick
the one place where I planted a bit of food for myself: right there in the nice clean, fluffy, purchased soil. Smart squirrel. Disappointed arugula grower.
He looks guilty, doesn't he?
Yes, you!