Last November, I posted in my old blog about a squirrel that came to our (second story) porch. We fed him a huge dried out sunflower head from our garden and he became our friend for life…or at least until the winter set in.
Our friend is back now. He came by today. I really think it is the same squirrel because he came right up to our open sliding glass door and was not afraid of us.
I tossed him a handful of walnuts. He loved them. He should have, they were organic and pricey.
Here are a couple of pictures.
A funny thing just happened. Little E was looking at the pictures in this post and he asked, “Is that the girl squirrel?” “How do you know it’s a girl,” I asked in return.
“Because when [the D] looked out there once, he saw where she milks her babies.”
