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Such a
good girl. I also observed her eating at the feeder and on
the ground with some of the
other
squirrels so maybe she is finally gaining acceptance. I am
reading a book now called Beulah
Land
which is a pre Revolutionary War story about pioneers settling the land
across the Appalachian
Mountains
and two different characters have pet squirrels which I understand was
a common thing
back
then.
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We
also had a cold front breeze in just in time to keep Ida from causing
us a problem, just a bit of rough surf
and
needed rain. It did turn the weather chilly, good weather for opening windows and doors. |
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With
the chill the instinct to hide nuts hit full swing with our little
gal. No longer wanting to sit and
eat nuts shelled out she rejected them and just helped herself to the whole nuts from my cup. |
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Hurrying
here and there as quickly as she could restock to carefully bury and
then disguise her
treasure so that it was impossible to find if you hadn't been watching. |
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Often
hiding them in the mosses high in the tree where I doubt they will with
stand
any hard wind.
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No she
hasn't taken up basketball but another island friend brought a
big bag of Hickory nuts,
which we don't have, and she and the other squirrels have enjoyed shuckingthe outer husk off and hiding those as well. I am looking forward to a new crop of Hickory trees and pecans after all this seed planting  . |
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They
have all been busy but Shelly seems especially frantic to hide nuts
possibly playing catch up with the others. |
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A
brief potty break Or maybe she is marking her territory ("leave alone
my nut stash!") and
she is back
like the
Mad Hatter once
again scurrying here and there on her urgent mission
laying in stores
before the snow falls.
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She is
growing into a lovely adult squirrel.
Another morning I thought she was being
chased
again and when I threw a nut in the direction of the offending
squirrel it looked around
then
came running down the tree. It seems that Miss Shelly was for
a change
doing
the chasing.
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These are the five toes which
enable her to totally hang by her back legs and eat with her front.
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This
area of trees between my yard and the neighbors to the west seems to be
the area where
Shelly has chosen to sleep. I have not figured out exactly where she is staying although I can see one squirrel's nest hanging made of leaves out toward the end of a small branch and I tend to think that may be hers. It is a great squirrel habitat where she could go for a very long way tree top to tree top. |
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I
have been waiting all week for this beautiful Angel's Trumpet to
bloom. They are one
of
my favorite flowers and remind me of the giver of my plant. I have many plants
in my
Garden
which are "memory" plants to remind me of the
friends who gave them to me.
There
is always a
fleeting thought of that person each time I see them.
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| Right on cue the Poinsettias are starting to turn their Christmas Red. |
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The
Loquat is
blooming in time for fruit ripening by about February. I am
told it is really a Japanese
Plum but during World War II they did not want to call anything Japanese so they renamed it Loquat. It has a nice taste but a large seed. I understand that squirrels like them. With the several that I have grown from seed I have one which is one of my memory plants and will always be a reminder of the grand lady of Cumberland Island who gave it to me. I have a new one coming up in my flower bed obviously planted by a squirrel from last year's crop. |
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Monday, my day off,
and since a chance to see a bit of history from the
beach. It
has been a little
while
since I have
taken time to relax a minute on
the sandy shore with turtle season over. |
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Yes, the Space
Shuttle Launch was perfect, headed in northeastwardly
direction, which with
the additional blessing of clear skies enabled our little entourage to be able to sit on the beach and watch it head out. The closest Fran and Jeff had been to a launch. |
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Although
it is not a
ringside seat it is
still fun to be able to see it for yourself with the
naked eye. I always have a flash back to the day, Pat Weatherby and I watched from the end of the Fort Clinch pier the launch which we lost on re-entry. I remember at the time scheduled for landing I opened my front door waiting to see if I could hear the sonic boom from here when it reentered the atmosphere but it never came. |
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We sat
on for a spell just enjoying the peaceful day letting the contrail
finally blend in with
the wispy clouds until one would never know that such a spectacular event had just taken place. Reluctantly I took my leave and got my head out of space and remember the chores waiting back earth side. I need to once again remind myself that the beach is just two blocks away and that maybe once a week a little R & R there would be a good thing. |