The squirrels are starting to inch closer and closer to the back door. I know they are hungry and cold, but Geoffrey is not sympathetic. He says they are "rats with bushy tails", and will not talk to them. I sometimes sit on the kitchen window and chirp at them. They aren't very talkative, and tend to mumble. A conversation goes like this:
Jay: Hi, how are you?
Squirrel: OK.
Jay: What are you doing?
Squirrel: Eating.
Jay: I had a nice breakfast. We had spinach. What are you going to have?
Squirrel: Dunnoh.
(He does know! He has a alpine strawberry in his paws--which he's trying to hide!)
Jay: The female got out the suet feeder yesterday. I thought you'd like to know.
Squirrel: Yeah.
I gave up at that point. He is interested in the suet feeder though. We'll be seeing a lot more of him.
Jay
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