Sorry this is kind of hard to see. There is a fox right in the middle of this picture. He is taking a drink from Annabelle's water trough. |
Now he is trotting across the meadow, between the two closest trees. |
Ouch! Had to stop and scratch that flea! |
My handsome man all dressed up for work!
He looks so sharp in his 'business casual' get-up.
I really need to get him to try on the pants we bought at thrift stores so I can hem them. We bought one pair of khakis and a light grey pair new, so he just has the two pair to wear!
I don't have pictures of the squirrel chase this morning, but it was so entertaining, I have to share it! I don't know if it is breeding season for squirrels, but there were 4 in my tree this morning and the chase was on, believe me! Up and down the tree, and then chasing each other back OUT of the tree, then back to sniffing out the trail of another. Soon there was a thud as one landed on the railing of the deck, scramble, scramble, along the rail, up the awning on the back deck, to the roof, and then THUD and scramble, scramble as the next one jumped to the railing and followed along. Scritch,scratch, across the roof (a sound that startled me nearly out of my wits the first time it happened, almost three months ago but I've since gotten used to)and then back into the tree. The one that seemed closest on the trail appeared to have one blind eye, it is cloudy and doesn't seem to move. He was pretty scruffy and tough with a large tail that was fluffy but possibly missing a few tufts of fur from bygone battles. Finally the chase went from the roof, down the awning, down the bush with the red berries (in the back), and to Annabelle's meadow. I could see one go up a tree and then jump to another, down that one, across some sand and back up another tree. A minute later, here came Scruffy, up the tree, jUUUUmp!, around that tree, down, across the sand...etc. Then I looked out my kitchen window where I first saw them. There sat a puzzled little squirrel with a small but VERY fluffy, full tail. He'd run along a branch, and then back to the trunk of the tree, out another branch and back to the middle. He sat there in the crook of the branch with his paws in front of him cocking his head back and forth. Poor little guy, 'go back home, it is no use this time,' I wanted to tell him.
I love living in a tree house! In the afternoons I sit on the back deck reading, knitting, emailing, but soon get distracted by birds scratching in the dirt, quail, squirrels, etc. Always some activity somewhere.
I'm reading "Opening a Chestnut Burr" which has some good reminders for me. For each of you who are a child of God's, don't forget to let Christ shine through you. We are His workmanship and when we live letting His love fill us, it pours out to those around us, whether we realize it or not.
Thanks for reading. Hope you enjoyed briefly living in my world, and have a great day in yours! Margaret