The squirrels in Maine are a vocal group. The ones near our cottage were a pretty russet color with black stripes down their sides. And they almost sound like birds making their chit-chit-chit noises. Every time they make a chit sound, they change position.
Chit. Look down. Chit. Stretch out. Chit. Change position.
And they drove George to distraction.
This one was actually trying to get the dog’s attention.
They see each other. George stands at squirrel point.
But the squirrel doesn’t know what to do other than to chew his tail. And then he ran away, far up the tree, and bounded onto another branch.
George and I went on our way.
The following afternoon, while my husband was readying the lahbsta pot and I was out front reading on the deck, George heard the distinctive chit-chit-chit. I went inside to get my camera.
The squirrel was back and making noises like he was trying to get George’s attention.
He kept chitting and moving and moving and chitting. (Sorry, Blazing Saddles was on the other week and I can still see Madeline Kahn as Lily VonSchtupp doing the “I’m Tired” routine.) But that squirrel ~ he was just too much for me to keep up with the camera.
Finally George got tired of all the antics and laid right down and fell asleep. I put the camera down and kept reading, after telling my husband that I swore that this squirrel is trying to get George to do something. He asked me what I had been drinking.
I continued reading and a short while later, I had noticed that the squirrel was now on the deck! He had crept under the wire that surrounded it and was now sneaking up to where George was napping. I couldn’t pick up the camera for fear of scaring him off or waking the dog. I continued to watch him as he went right up to George’s face! This surprised me and I must have let out a small gasp which woke up the dog. He seemed surprised to see the squirrel standing right there but in a flash, the little bugger had taken off again!
The second the dog had awakened, I did pick up the camera. And this was the expression on George’s face, as if to say “was that what I thought it was”?
He then jumped up to look for this devil squirrel.
And I went back inside to mix another cocktail.
Thanks for the POMtini recipe, Meg! (I promise. It was only my 2nd one).
Until tomorrow, my friends!