On Easter morning, I was speaking with my Mom back in Michigan over the phone. I wandered through the house making sure that the kids were not over-loading on Easter Candy when I found myself standing at our glass storm door looking over the front yard.It took me a moment to notice that there was a visitor standing on the porch not four feet from me.
Apparently our house has become the free lunch spot for all kinds of travelers. Today it was Rocky. No he's not a flying squirrel, I couldn't think of another name off the top of my head. He's your run-of-the-mill Grey Squirrel.Apparently he enjoys cat food. I thought Squirrels were more into the corn and peanut kind of cuisine. I suppose in a pinch, cat food will do...
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