This young one responded to my sweet talk this morning, not yet knowing it should run further up the tree. I guessed him to be about eight weeks old. I’ve been watching the expectant mother for awhile, waiting for her babies to appear. There are four of them now, scrambling about. I learned from a quick internet search they don’t make their public appearance until furry. Welcome to the world, baby!
It was a beautiful morning, albeit foggy when I got up and peeked outside. The windows had dew on them from the abundance of rain and heat over the past few days. This squirrel was thrilled to be playing in the sun again, scrambling up and down our biggest palm like a child, stopping to give – what it looked like – praise to our Creator.
But there was no place for him to hide from my big lens, so he found himself a hardwood branch and sat eyeing me as I sipped some Starbucks Morning Joe while giving praise myself. Good morning! Good night.
This evening on Facebook, someone posted one of those reassuring Pinterest boards that read, “Sometimes in life we just need someone to be there for us. Someone who will listen. Someone who will understand us.” In past years, I would … Continue reading