March 17 -- St Patrick's Day. And I am not Irish so, oh well. But my kids are. In respect to their heritage, my token to the Irish holiday was a spinach salad for dinner. No corned beef and cabbage...that's just disgusting.
Anyway, speaking of eating, my topic of the moment is this little red squirrel which is kicking the sh*t out of the big, fat robin. I asked for a bird feeder for Christmas. A few years ago, the squirrels decimated my feeder and I was missing the birds. So I begged for a squirrel proof one. Ha. Brian and Riley came home with your basic garden variety feeder that was so easy for a squirrel to eat out of it was like giving away free ice cream to a group of second graders. But I was desperate to see my little birds again so I said, thank you very much and filled it up with food.
Needless to say, I see more of this little red squirrel than any bird. It's a cute squirrel I guess but...it's a tough little guy. Whenever there are birds nearby, it just ignores them and jumps right on the feeder. No fear. I realize that if watching this squirrel is a highlight of my day, I might need to find a new hobby (or two) but I guess I find some inspiration in watching its dogged determination to get food. Speaking of dogs, the squirrel is driving Lily insane.
It's all testimony to the fact that clearly, I need to get a life. There seems to be just way too much observation of the animals going on...
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