Squirrels

And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come,

To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home;

When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still,

And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill,

The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore,
And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.


~ William Cullen Bryant

I caught them in

the act-

It was bad enough that

all of my pecans
were eaten.
Now it looks like
there will be no
Lady Bank roses
either.
They are lucky
they are so cute!
[pictures taken through
the dining room window].xx