Sarah...Maybe it's lame, but simply put... I love Squirrels and Squirrels love me.
Perhaps it was the bucolic setting of living on Long Island, where my childhood home sat on almost an acre, as well as, having acres of woods behind the property. My childhood was spent picking wild blueberries, chasing rabbits and taming squirrels.
A childhood filled with nature has created an adult which cannot fathom living away from a natural setting without all of nature's birds and animals.
Each day, I need to experience the company and graces of GOD's creatures. The birds and especially the Squirrels remind me that I am part of a planet, part of something wonderful.
If it may only be for a minute as I get into my car to go to work or return home, I am always greeted by the neighborhood Squirrels on the sidewalk. One in particular, I've named Sarah, who upon greeting me will run along the top of my fence and walk along side of me as I walk the fence line to my gate. In the early morning, Sarah will sit patiently waiting for me in my courtyard looking into the kitchen sliding doors to get my attention.... in hopes for some peanuts.
These wonderful creatures, called Squirrels, have a way of bringing a smile to my face.
For Sarah, I often leave some nuts out for her in my courtyard...
One morning as I walked out the door to go to work, there Sarah, loudly squeaking in her squeaky clickety click voice....on this particular morning she was really creating a ruckus...and It was all so urgent..........as if yelling at me saying "Where have YOU been? Where are my morning nuts?"
As I shut the courtyard gate and headed down the sidewalk path, Sarah now chased after me running along the top of my fence...following me frantically as I walked....
"...Squeeak Squeeak Squeeeeeeeaaaaak she ranted as if to say "....And just where do you think.... your going? What about the nuts? Have you forgotten! ! Aren't you giving me nuts today?"
I stopped turned to Sarah and stated "Sarah, I'm sorry, but I'm running late this morning, I''ll give you nuts tonight when I get home".
Then Sarah, as if her histrionics of incessant squeaking noises weren't enough to highlight the urgency of her request, now upped up her CODE-RED squirrel emergency alarm by utilizing the best of all of her squirrel arsenal -the flurry tail, in the launching of a 'tall tail drama'. Sarah used her big fluffy tail to perform a dramatic series of tail moves and acrobatics which surprisingly were finely orchestrated with her squeak in a breathtaking Squirel Concerto Grosso. It actually looks as if her tail takes a life of its own and it's a real show, which I call the 'KILLER TAIL DANCE'. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fs19ooveLHk
That's when I know she's seriously running out of patience with me.... (to put it nicely).
Had to go back into the house to get a handful of her much demanded 'whole peanuts still in their natural shell'.
I dropped the handful of peanuts in the courtyard and Sarah grabbed one quickly. Then another and another.
And just what does Sarah do with the peanuts she was in such a BIG hurry for?
Why, she took the peanuts straight to her garden to bury them, of course. BURY THEM! Hmmph!
Oh, and I correct myself...make that.... "my" garden.
This little drama queen has me late to work once again ....but at least now, I'm assured, Sarah has the peanuts safely stored away in "our" garden.
Just where they belong. : )
DreamWizard 46-50, F 3 Mar 5, 2011