It has been a quiet summer in my back yard.
It seems that the squirrels are missing. I especially miss Sammy, my red squirrel, who used to live in the log pile in my shed for the past several years. My squirrel feeder sits unused. I used to enjoy watching the squirrels take a sunflower seed or peanut from their feeder, roll it around in their little paws and then scamper back to the wood pile to hide it in their stash. The cones sit on the spruce trees untouched, no one to collect them.
I miss being entertained by the chattering and scolding of the squirrels when another one would come into the yard. Then the chase would be on, chasing each other, even on the power lines.
Sammy and friends where did you go? I miss your amusing antics.