tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302521.post4714531776961708208..comments2024-03-27T21:47:38.050-07:00Comments on stevereads: Such Agreeable FriendsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302521.post-13057301841849114262007-07-18T17:14:00.000-07:002007-07-18T17:14:00.000-07:00Snotnosed Ivan! Beepy, have you been somehow read...Snotnosed Ivan! Beepy, have you been somehow reading my very private diaries?Samhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15647399315827596767noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302521.post-67008872263050821892007-07-17T15:07:00.000-07:002007-07-17T15:07:00.000-07:00One summer I visited my parents and slept on their...One summer I visited my parents and slept on their open air porch. I woke up one morning just as the sun was starting to rise and sitting right at my eye level was a squirrel eating a pine cone. I felt like I was witnessing a miracle, although to the squirrel it was just his morning breakfast.<BR/>It's sad to think that some people will never have such a moment. I'm glad that I got mine.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302521.post-23005036981630454522007-07-17T15:02:00.000-07:002007-07-17T15:02:00.000-07:00I could really relate to this Stevereads seeing ho...I could really relate to this Stevereads seeing how I do much the same thing with the rats that live in the alley beneath my windows. There's Skanktail Ralph, who comes in through the window every morning at precisely 6:35 to kiss me gently on the lips and ask for his morning tea. Brokenback Betty is especially angry if there are no leftovers to consume and will run up and down my bed leaving evidence of her displeasure. Snotnosed Ivan will go through all my pockets looking for rotting fruit or molding coughdrops. How I love my time with them.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302521.post-75020978174327248652007-07-17T10:32:00.000-07:002007-07-17T10:32:00.000-07:00I had heard that if a squirrel gets inside your ho...I had heard that if a squirrel gets inside your house, he'll tear it up like Russian spies looking for the secret microfilm in a straight-to-USA-network movie...<BR/><BR/>While my family did go to some lengths to keep the squirrels away from the birdfeeders, much prefering the cardinals, hummingbirds and (snicker) tuffted tit-mice, my wife & I don't feed the birds now, so we can enjoy the squirrels without prejudice.<BR/><BR/>They like to bark at us when we're in 'their' backyard.Kevinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00289597293731183865noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302521.post-47432287716472715672007-07-17T08:12:00.000-07:002007-07-17T08:12:00.000-07:00Hmm, why don't more people befriend squirrels, sin...Hmm, why don't more people befriend squirrels, since they're so rampant in suburbia? Instead, suburbanites have chosen to go to WAR with them, over the territory of the birdfeeders. My family has spent more time and imagination on thwarting local squirrels from getting at birdseed than I spent choosing a college. (Also, when I was young, my mother told me that if a squirrel ever tried to get inside the house, that meant it was rabid.)Samhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15647399315827596767noreply@blogger.com