Mr. Heckles

Last time, I posted about birds. I thought it was time to give our squirrels, the Heckles family, a share of the attention, since, really, they take up most of our outside-of-work time. Worrying about them in our gardens, our flowers, our yard, and then, laughing at their antics when they aren’t tearing something up. Which, to be fair, they have only hurt a few things since we started feeding them. Like one poor flower pot that they seem determined to use as a digging practice. It is now stuck all over with plastic forks, garlic, and red pepper, and they still occasionally try to make their way into it. Oh, well. We have taken some rather hilarious pictures of them, which we thought you girls (and posterity) might enjoy.

 

If we exercised like this when we ate, we, too, would be skinny
We have not yet decided whether this is “I’m stuffed” or “I missed the food.”
He is clearly waiting for food to arrive, hoping to access it before the elder Mr. Heckles sees.

I tried to tell him the food was on the other side, but he wouldn’t listen.

He was under there for like five minutes. We decided he was casing the joint.
Did he think if he slunk over on his belly, we wouldn’t see him?
He was stealthily waiting for us to go back inside so he could wreak havoc undeterred.
And, quite possibly my favorite, apparently squirrels also like to tan.

2 thoughts on “Mr. Heckles

  1. I’m laughing so much at that last picture! 😂 I’m glad you have made an uneasy sort of peace with the squirrels, and that they are less destructive these days!

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