Wednesday, August 18, 2010
We live in a two story house, that used to be my Grandparents. It wasn't a two story when I bought it, but that's another story. There is a huge pine tree on the northwest corner, by our bedroom window, that we could almost touch if we reached out the window.
We also have a particularly obnoxious red squirrel, not to mention the 1/2 a million grey squirrels that like to play in our yard, particularly in the trees.
This obnoxious red squirrel likes to get up high in the pine tree (we can easily see him) and chatter until Annie comes out to play. He starts chattering early, before we're even out of bed, and Annie hears him. She runs over to the window and starts to whine and do her little twirly thing she does when she's excited. Well of course we let her out, it is morning and she has been holding it since before bed.
Out the door she bolts, across the deck, down the steps, around the bushes and under the pine tree. She's whining and wiggling and the squirrel is chattering and clicking, and then she starts to bark. If you've ever heard a collie bark, you know this is NOT a pleasant sound. She sort of sounds like an adolescent boy with his cracking voice. Her bark is like that, high pitched and shrill mixed up with some normal tone barking. It's enough to drive you crazy.
She plays with the grey squirrels like this too, but they don't make as much noise as the obnoxious little red squirrel.
This squirrel will be our garage, on his way to hide in our wood pile, and when he sees our car pull in the driveway, he'll stop and cling to the post and stare at us, chattering away, like it's his home and we're trespassing. Yikes, he's icky!
As you can see, this is a picture of a "White Squirrel", not our obnoxious red squirrel, but I don't have a picture of him and I do have a picture of this white one. You'll just have to use some imagination.