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Antics of crows and squirrels


Writing and daydreaming ... I stared out the window this morning
Three Crows...and a Squirrel 
It happens to be what I consider a very “fall” day.  Most of the leaves have fallen from the grape vines that hang over our patio, revealing the gnarly, twisted vines.  The big cedar tree has left a carpet of bronze foliage which contrasts so magnificently against the iconic grass-green grass.  There was a light shower so everything appears moist and glistening in the rays of sun that peak through the overcast sky, and it is relatively mild temp wise.  It just seems like you should be walking through an apple orchard pulling a wagon full of pumpkins...or you can be caught up in the amusing scene set before you; which is what happened to me.
Squirrel ran up the tree as Crow swept in

Right in the middle of this bucolic-ness, I see our backyard covered in a flock of crows.  Do crows move in flocks?  Actually, no; a group of crows is called a murder.  Go figure that I would discover that on Halloween; seems appropriate, though, in a weird and warped way.  To this you add in the antics of our somewhat cracked out squirrels, and well you see my dilemma.

I know that there is nothing better for people than to be happy and to do good while they live.
                                                                                    Ecclesiastes 3:12

Being a good watcher, I watched and then decided to grab my camera to see if I could snap a pic or two of the capers of these critters.  A few minutes later I had a few photos.   It was time to get some work accomplished, which was exactly what the crows and squirrels were doing.  As I paid attention to what was going on, I noticed that they were feasting on seeds, berries and fallen pears. 
Okay, I could have a squirrel fixation

Squirrelly-ness and murder set aside, these creatures are bustling, hard-working, energetic and social, not to mention, heaps of fun.  Sounds like the kind of life I want.

My treat today was seeing the crow and squirrel tricks.  Happy Halloween ~ Missy


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  1. It's ok. We all have a squirrel thing. Could watch them for hours as well as the birds. It was a lovely fall day.

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    1. It was simply gorgeous. Did you enjoy your party at the Memoir class? I'll be on the look out for pics on your blog.

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