Squirrelly

On one of our walks yesterday, Buds said, “We’re being watched.”

A squirrel was glaring down at us from the very peak of this roof.

We were staring up at it, laughing and making up stories about it when it extended one little furry paw over the edge and pointed straight at us.

Fear of a squirrel army swarming over us, or a squirrel curse of lightning zapping our way, had us scurrying on our way. I do wonder what message it was sending us.

Possibly it was simply a friendly little hello.

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