I have a few retired friends who are always off to someplace fun. A resort in the Caribbean. A vacation in the south of France. A little trip to Micronesia with a quick stop in Hawaii.
Me? I’m on my way to get blood taken because I really know how to have a good time.
We were up early enough this morning for me to prove what I knew by inference: early in the day, a furry four-legged bird hits that flat feeder with a vengeance.
I would have taken this picture — pretty little thing all fluffy and red — but Bonnie thought it was a good time to bark furiously because I had bypassed the treat container and gone, instead, for my camera.
The birds scattered, the squirrel fled.
Before you think me cruel, recognize this was not her first hit on the treats this morning. She had already barked me out of bed twice earlier for a quick treat. Bonnie weighs like two big cinder blocks and is not wasting away for lack of goodies. Just saying.
So indeed, there is an early morning squirrel. I just usually miss him or her due to differing sleep patterns.
You all have a great day now, y’hear?