Mother Jones
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We have a very busy squirrel in our backyard. He is tireless in his quest to find pine cones and bury them in our garden. In fact, every time Marian goes out to do some gardening, she routinely digs up half a dozen pine cones. They’re everywhere. But squirrels are squirrely little critters, and it’s hard to catch them in the act. Yesterday, however, our local squirrel was zipping across our fence with a pine cone in its mouth, and stopped just long enough for me to acquire hard photographic evidence of his hardworking ways. If I were a squirrel, I’d spend my autumns just keeping an eye on this guy so that I could pilfer his treasure during winter.
In other news, certain of my family members were annoyed with my choice of catblogging photo last week. They wanted the picture of Mozart snoozing on my mother’s car with his face reflected in the paint job. Well, patience is a virtue, and this week that’s the picture you get. As for next week, who knows? Perhaps by then we’ll no longer have a need for guest cats.
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