When Shelly and I bought this house a few months ago, I made a list with all the things I wanted or should I say hoped to have with the house. One of those things was there had to be squirrels running around. Of course we spotted one the day we looked at the house so already one of my items on the list was already in action. Well, since I love to watch them with their Bruce Lee reflexes, I decided to set up a few corn feeders and this little fella here has enjoyed meal after meal. The only thing is the little rascal is eating the corn while I'm at work. When I get back home-he's done tore it up and probably sitting back at his nest with his feet kicked back with a toothpick... I finally caught him sniffing around Sunday morning and got a few shots of my new friend. I think I am gonna call him Ralph. That name seems to suit him well. Who knows, if I keep this up -maybe I can hand him a corn cob one day... he sure didn't take off running when I walked out the door this time. So if you ever see me with a bandage on my finger or either one is shorter than the others, you will know he went a little further than the cob. I'm thinking if he can bite through a nut shell- then my finger would be like pound cake.
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