Yesterday, I was working in the back yard, enjoying the sunshine, when I glanced up at the owl house. Something caught my eye. A screech owl? No. A squirrel youngster! He perched there, peeking out for the longest time. "Did your mama leave you?" I asked. "Poor baby." He just kept looking at me. One time, he nodded off. Later, I saw him out, climbing on the oak branches. He's probably teenaged. At any rate, his presence in the box tells me no owl children this year. I don't know why we haven't had babies again since our first year to put this box up. Rat snakes maybe? Oh, well. Maybe next year. In the meantime, seeing this squirrel child making use of it made me smile. A lot.
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