Pictures taken over a 4 hour uninterrupted period with our Wingscapes BirdCam. The Squirrel Poem by Anonymous
Although, it is possible that no one will fess up to actually writing it....
Whisky, frisky,Hippity hop;Up he goesTo the tree top!Whirly, twirly,Round and round,Down he scampersTo the ground.Furly, curlyWhat a tail!Tall as a feather
Broad as a sail!Where's his supper?In the shell,
Out it fell.
Apparently, his breakfast, second breakfast, lunch, supper, dinner and in-between snacks are at our feeder....