DAYS OF OUR BACKYARD SQUIRRELS, pt 1
Walnut season is over. The leaves are gone, the tree is an etching against the brightening dawn. The Brick Street troop scavenges tasty morsels hiding like Easter eggs in clumps of unmown grass on the south side of the garage. The human on the north side harvested all the hulls that fell there.... Sign in to see full entry.