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One day last week I was coming home and literally came to a stop in the road.
There was the smallest rabbit slowly taking its sweet time in hopping across the road. I watched as it headed to the thicket that seperates our property and the LP Gas company, then chuckled and almost started driving toward our driveway again. I blinked a couple of times, but sure enough, there was an APPLE bouncing up and down near the ground coming in my direction. I was dumbfounded. After it got much closer, I realized there was a very tiny squirrel behind it. It was carrying the apple in its mouth while trying to run. It was the funniest sight I've ever seen.

But it also gave me pause. I know deer eat fruit. I know birds eat fruit. I know my chickens eat fruit. But squirrels? It reminded me of a few years back when I posted this rant about some idiot thiefs who stole almost a bushel of pears in one weekend. And now I know it wasn't a human after all, but probably a bunch of squirrels.  Yesterday evening we walked through part of the yard, and Bobby pointed out that one of our apple trees which had almost 40 apples at the beginning of the month now has a whopping total of 2. Yes, you read that correctly. 2 apples. It's insane! I understand having to fight and scramble for the pecans, but for my apples and pears?

Yes, the wildlife in our neighborhood are well fed. Between our fruit and nut trees and the chickens, Ruthie's Restaurant seems to supply all their needs.

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Lydia said…
Hahaha!!! My kids thought the bouncing apple really being a squirrel was funny!
Lydia said…
Hahaha!!! My kids thought the bouncing apple really being a squirrel was funny!

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