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10 November 2005 — Autumn at Rosings Park (3)

You'd think that autumn would see a decrease in wildlife activity in our yard, but sometimes it seems the opposite is true.

Filbert, the world's fattest squirrel, is convinced that he should be able to snatch seeds from the feeder on the dogwoods. Filbert leaps onto the screen and scrambles around, looking for a hole that might be slightly larger than the others. Then he r-e-a-c-h-e-s inside with his little squirrely arm, trying to grab the goodies.


Filbert the Squirrel is certain that these seeds would be mighty tasty.

He is not successful.

The jays scold Filbert. "We can't even get to that food," they seem to say. "It's for the little birds." The little birds are none to happy with their rodent friend, either. While he's dangling from the feeder, they're unable to eat.

Meanwhile, there's trouble at one of the birdbaths. The male flicker has been fluffing and flopping for several minutes, and a certain robin thinks that it's about time she got a turn. "Get out. Get out," she calls, and she makes several attempts to share the basin with him.


Though it's difficult to make out in this photo, the robin is flying up to share the bath with the male flicker.
The female flicker is waiting patiently on the ground.

Unbeknownst to the robins and flickers and squirrels, there's another wild creature about. Oreo, the cat from next door, is lurking under the hydrangea. While the robin and flicker are arguing over rights to the birdbath, Oreo makes a charge at them. He doesn't even come close.

Poor Simon would love to be outside, too — he longs to taste the blood of a squirrel again — but his parents are just too mean. He can do nothing but sit on the kitchen counter and stare at the action.


Simon thinks that we are unfair to cats.

Don't worry, Simon: spring will be here soon.

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2001Rugby and Stephen King   In which I watch the same rugby match over-and-over. In which I read Stephen King.


Comments
On 10 November 2005 (09:13 AM), Porter, Gir, Tak & Gaz said:

Cousin Simone should remember just how lucky he is! Our Mom only lets us out on the balcony when she goes out there and let me tell you that is not that often. She opened the door the other day, but the balcony was cold and wet and water was falling from the sky. We were very confused and came back into the warm apartment. We never get to roll in the dirt or chase birds. We were considering overpowering Mom, but she feeds us, so we will keep her.


On 10 November 2005 (01:53 PM), Amanda said:

Yeah, Simon. Our Mom never lets us outside. Not even on the porch! Once in a great while we sneak out but then we get scolded.

Now that the weather is nice she has the windows open and we think it might be just to tease us with all the incredible smells outside!

But, like Porter, Gir, Tak & Gaz's mom, she feeds us and keeps the litter box tolerable, plus she lets us sleep in her bed and even on top of her, so we'll let it slide.


On 10 November 2005 (02:18 PM), Aimee said:

Rosings ... Isn't that the place name of the home of the reknown Lady Catherine de Bourgh in Austen's Pride and Prejudice?