It was cold out there today - brrrrrrr! - even though the sun was shining. And it had been a stormy, rainy night, so I had to go out to check on my fuzzballs. The squirrels were all sitting like statues at the bases of trees, just staring at me, shell shocked. As if I was somehow to blame for this sad state of affairs. I cried out to them, "Hey, don't blame me! I'm not Old Man Winter! Just because I bring the food doesn't mean I bring the foul weather!"
But they were just not running up to me as usual. Except for Alphie, who came bounding over in his typical exhuberant way. A little cold weather didn't phase an alpha squirrel. Such a darling! Eventually the two black babies came down from the tree. I'd been worrying about them, not having seen either of them for a few days. One has grown a thick fur coat and looks to be twice the size of the other one. I worry about the little one. I fed him well. The red baby, the one I call Red, has grown a luxuriant auburn coat and looks quite large now. Of course I know there's just a little guy hiding beneath that crowning glory. Speaking of which, Pinky is the King! His big fur coat amazed me as it glistened in the sun. Spunky has also a grown a nice thick coat finally, and actually looks very beautiful, as opposed to her usual scrawny self. I know I'm partial to blacks, browns and reds. But my special pet of course was a gray squirrel named Patches. Patches is not around to see the winter.
Check out the Fur Gallery:
|twas a cold winter's day just after Christmas|
|the days are short and it gets dark early|
The smart squirrels are all sporting their new fur coats now, and looking smart and stylish for winter.
|Pretty boy Alphie|
|Spunky by sunlight|
|still skinny but well-rounded now|
|I'm Pinky - don't mess with me!|
|ya wanna hand over one of those nuts now?|
|a big, gorgeous, furry squirrel!|
Foxy - the mother of all squirrels
|I'm just a little guy underneath|
|oops - my tail is showing|
|Yes, something happened to my tail|
Another Fashion Parade
|Run for the hills! Never trust anyone under five |
(they never have any nuts either)