Red squirrels are a plague.
They stash walnuts in the walls of the house, and yell at me for walking across the lawn. They run laps around their fat cousins, the grey squirrels. They mock the dog from just above her height, and it took us years to figure out where they were getting into the basement, to keep them from turning it into their winter vacation home.
But they are adorable little rats, aren’t they?
In the last few weeks, the tom has really grown into his snood & red coloring. Although his head will go from deep red to a bright blue, depending on his mood (and I have no idea really what either mean…). They remain deeply curious about whatever we’re doing when we’re out in the yard, and likely to come right up to you. No aggression at all… just inscrutable turkey curiosity.
Before you ask, I have no intention of harvesting the turkeys. They’re a lovely pair of curious white feathers that wander around (and occasionally over to the neighbors), and keep me amused. So they’ll get a pass this Thanksgiving.
Geek. Amateur homesteader. Enthusiastic cook. Occasional doodler. Avid eater of food, Father. Bad banjo player. .
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