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Squirrelly Squirrels
“I love writing. I love the swirl and swing of words as they tangle with human emotions,” says James Michener.
Hi!
Swirl is a good word for today. Seven A.M. 48 degrees. Balmy weather. I filled the bird feeders as the wind blew in a new blizzard. By 9 A.M. the temperature had dropped by 20 degrees. There is a lot of snow in the air. It eventually drops onto the ground. The wind is from the south and cold, cold, cold.
I just write because I don't talk much. One thing I've noticed this year with all the snow and blow of air and grounded clouds. There is a red squirrel out in the midst of the worst stormy weather. He climbs up and down the tree outside my window. I know they only hibernate in the worst part of weather. This is a small red flash. I have not figured out where its hidey hole is? The blizzard has been blowing fast across the ice-covered yard for about 4 hours. I think the red-tailed critter should call it a day and tuck into his or her nest for the evening.
Something to ponder. There is only one out during the worst storms. Errand runner for the family?
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