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Discussion in 'Bad Dog Cafe' started by blowtorch, Dec 1, 2020.
Dang tree rats!
You’re cool Blowtorch.
President James Garfield’s favorite! He supposedly called out for some squirrel broth from his deathbed.
At least it wasn't a wascally wabbit.
The squirrels in the parks in central London are so used to people that they will take food from your hands.
In fact, they don't always wait to be offered. I was having a picnic with a lady friend a few years back in Regents park and a couple of squirrels came over and just joined in. Made themselves at home. To be fair, they didn't mind us joining in their picnic.
I went squirrel hunting in Ohio with my Dad, uncle Bill, and cousin Dave in 1963.
I was about six, Dave was 5, so the Dads did the actual hunting.
They got a “mess”, and took them home to Mom and Aunt Shirley.
They made stew.
I can still see, and taste it.
It wasn’t bad at all.
Kinda makes me realize just how “redneck” I am/was.
Anyways, I enjoy watching the squirrels around here now.
They’re completely safe around me.
This thirsty critter visited at Audrey’s while we were rehearsing a while ago.
Yeah they are agile and they can be clowns.
I set up a birdfeeder on my porch within close view of where I work-truthbeknown I enjoy the squirrels more than I do the birds
We have black squirrels in our area for the last few years, imported from Canada (thanks, Kent State). Mean, aggressive little buggers. And here I thought all Canadians were polite.
How do you know his name was Tom?
Did he introduce himself?
I don't even know that's a "he".
My mind went here