I played with a squirrel yesterday. He was chattering in the water oak tree by my mother's porch. At first I thought it was a loud and intense bird. It dawned on me the mad chattering could only be coming from a squirrel because squirrels fuss with great vigor and this squirrel was letting me have it. So, I talked back. Well, I talked back in my secret squirrel talk learned in the wild woods of .....o.k., maybe not a squirrel language. I talked back in an attempt to calm this furry creature down. While looking for this gray and angry fellow I discovered, high up in the top limbs, the squirrel's nest. The squirrel was fussing like a banshee in order to drive me from the nest. I caught a brief glance of him, smiled to myself and did the right thing. I walked away.
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