This reminds me of a very (VERY) old joke I first heard as a little kid, maybe five or six.
“A big elephant is big and a little elephant is small. A big fly is big and a little fly is small. Therefore, a big fly is bigger than a small elephant.” This was the ultimate definition of a syllogism, at least for a first grader.
So small. How small?
These are Native American fetishes — very small ones. I do have bigger ones, but you asked for small and small you are getting!
ALL of these fetishes will fit comfortably in one of my hands. They are absolutely guaranteed — SMALL.
The healing bear and the ramStanding WolfBlack and white married wolves
One naked footGarry’s handsPhoto: Garry Armstrong – At home with dogsSandalsNaked feetYouthful feetRelaxingHands, feet, and pawsHand holding timeGibbs’ feet
Someone left the ladder on our deck, probably whoever last looked at my chimney. This made taking the pictures today a lot easier than usual. Just a quick step onto the back deck, startling a few birds and scaring a squirrel back into the trees. You can tell it was a squirrel because the feeder is swinging wildly side to side.
I’ve got a lot of cute pictures recently. I have entire SD cards full of cuteness I haven’t had the time to process, so this was an interesting process. Two pictures I definitely wanted … but the rest? Squirrels being incredibly cute all the time and a variety of birds doing funny birdy stuff.
Anyway, this is what I decided on. Mostly because these had the best contrast or texture or something.
My favorite. This is the cutest little Tufted Titmouse I think I’ve ever seenTwo chubby Doves nesting in the seeds and not leaving until they feel well fedThis little squirrel has become really hard to convince he should leave. He moves in the middle of the day, shoos the birds off the feeder and hangs on for dear life
This little squirrel is not afraid of anything, although I think he really should be. I finally had to go outside and walk up to the feeder and explain to him that he’d been there for hours and it was time to let some of the other kids have a seed. He would just hop onto the nearest branch, wait for me to go back inside, they hop back on the feeder.
Same squirrel. Back again.Two little birds, sitting on the feeder. The fuzzy one is molting.
I finally went and stood there and every time his/her little head popped up I would say — just like I talk to the dogs — “No. I said you have to leave now. I wasn’t kidding. No, get back down. You have to go find other food now.” He kept popping up, like a little furry jack-in-the-box. But cute? Absolutely. He really should be more careful, though. He is not careful and he doesn’t watch for the Hawks.
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