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| Grey squirrel, Sciurus carolinensis |
by me
The darting backyard squirrel
quickly covers peanuts with snow
and hurries back for more
She doesn't see me
watching at the door.
Squirrel,
do you have the sense to know
snow won't be here for ever
Before the thaw,
you must collect your treasure.
If I have put this poem in before, sorry. I was inspired to do so again by some charming squirrel photos Captain B took yesterday. The squirrel in the poem was a bungalow squirrel, many years ago. It was a Yorkshire squirrel. The one in the Captain's photo is a Sussex squirrel, from yesterday.
Got back to the Saturday field service group this morning and Jean and I did some calls. Tricky driving. We got ourselves into one cul-de-sac, with no apparent way out. There were cars parked everywhere, on corners, at odd angles, making the little turning area a nightmare. I drove into a narrow cul de sac with garages both sides and very little room. Jean and I both asked Jehovah for help, and I did a 30 (or so) point turn and we finally got out of there.
The next excitement of our day was a trip to the Clinic for our flu shots and then to the library. And we pioneered the new Abel & Col chicken pie for lunch. Very good it is too.
Strictly Come Dancing tonight!
The Butterfly paperwork has finally arrived and I must get that done so i can post the new membership packages on Monday.
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