With high heat indexes, yesterday's lunch on the shore of the lake was delightful. So, it seemed to me that doing a repeat today would be a wise move. After the pre-noon news cast, I packed the cooler much the same as yesterday but added a couple of items that I had forget to put in yesterday. Having said that, I made my way to the lake, going straight to the area where I had eaten lunch yesterday.
While sitting at the table looking out over the lake, I spotted my little friend, the red squirrel. He hangs out on top of a cluster of trash bins that are like a pre-sort of recycled items.
As I unpacked my lunch, the squirrel picked up on the smells coming from the picnic tote and positioned himself right at the end of the table where I was sitting and did all sorts of things to get my attention. He would raise up on his haunches, then stand up on his hind legs more or less begging for a hand out.One of the items that I brought with me today was a round white corn chip. So, I held one up and ask him if he would like to have one? (I love talking to animals. They understand more than we give them credit) Tossing the chip to him, he grabbed it and ran up the side of the tree on the back side where I could not see where he went. Then, when I had my lunch laid out on the table where I could manage it and the wind and not have things blown away, I looked up at the tree. There sat the squirrel on a tree limb knot at about 10 feet up. It was a perfect perch for him to sit on and he was eating the chip like we humans eat corn on the cob. When he finished, he came back down from the tree and went to the end of the table. The little rascal was telling me that he wanted more. He took the second chip and returned back to his perch where he began to do his return carriage routine as he ate this second chip.
When the chips were gone and the tomato, cheese and pickle mix was also gone, I went to my sandwich. I noticed he was watching me and I told him that I didn't have any more. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him scamper off toward the lake's edge.
As I worked on my sandwich and drink, I got this eerie feeling. It came out of no where but it sent a chill running up my shoulders and neck. I turned around to look toward my car and at that very moment, I looked down and there were five squirrels across the ground at the back of the table. They had that ''look'' like you see in the movies of animals getting even.
Now, I'm begging to the squirrels---I'll bring more tomorrow!! I finished my sandwich and took the picnic bag to the car. In my tote with my camera bag, I always carry about 10 saltine crackers in a little container and three sandwich duplex cookies for my afternoon snack. I took the container and went back to the table. While the squirrels were still hanging out, I took out a cracker and broke it into four piece and tossed them to the squirrels that were stretched out on the ground--a belly flop on the cool ground would be more accurate. They all ran to grab a piece of the handout. Three took off running with their little hand out and I didn't see them again, but the original little buddy and one of his friends hung around and wanted more. My friend wanted a whole cracker. The little devil held out until I gave him one, then he returned up the tree to his little balcony and worked on that cracker.
All-in-all, the band that came from no where and just gave me dirty looks until I noticed them had vanished with their hand out did give me those bad vibes, never thinking that they would come from a pack of squirrels. It was almost like a story board.
So--for the rest of the summer---if I pack more lunches--- which I will---I'll make sure that I have white oval corn chips and saltine crackers to give to the pack.
While sitting at the table looking out over the lake, I spotted my little friend, the red squirrel. He hangs out on top of a cluster of trash bins that are like a pre-sort of recycled items.
As I unpacked my lunch, the squirrel picked up on the smells coming from the picnic tote and positioned himself right at the end of the table where I was sitting and did all sorts of things to get my attention. He would raise up on his haunches, then stand up on his hind legs more or less begging for a hand out.One of the items that I brought with me today was a round white corn chip. So, I held one up and ask him if he would like to have one? (I love talking to animals. They understand more than we give them credit) Tossing the chip to him, he grabbed it and ran up the side of the tree on the back side where I could not see where he went. Then, when I had my lunch laid out on the table where I could manage it and the wind and not have things blown away, I looked up at the tree. There sat the squirrel on a tree limb knot at about 10 feet up. It was a perfect perch for him to sit on and he was eating the chip like we humans eat corn on the cob. When he finished, he came back down from the tree and went to the end of the table. The little rascal was telling me that he wanted more. He took the second chip and returned back to his perch where he began to do his return carriage routine as he ate this second chip.
When the chips were gone and the tomato, cheese and pickle mix was also gone, I went to my sandwich. I noticed he was watching me and I told him that I didn't have any more. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him scamper off toward the lake's edge.
As I worked on my sandwich and drink, I got this eerie feeling. It came out of no where but it sent a chill running up my shoulders and neck. I turned around to look toward my car and at that very moment, I looked down and there were five squirrels across the ground at the back of the table. They had that ''look'' like you see in the movies of animals getting even.
Now, I'm begging to the squirrels---I'll bring more tomorrow!! I finished my sandwich and took the picnic bag to the car. In my tote with my camera bag, I always carry about 10 saltine crackers in a little container and three sandwich duplex cookies for my afternoon snack. I took the container and went back to the table. While the squirrels were still hanging out, I took out a cracker and broke it into four piece and tossed them to the squirrels that were stretched out on the ground--a belly flop on the cool ground would be more accurate. They all ran to grab a piece of the handout. Three took off running with their little hand out and I didn't see them again, but the original little buddy and one of his friends hung around and wanted more. My friend wanted a whole cracker. The little devil held out until I gave him one, then he returned up the tree to his little balcony and worked on that cracker.
All-in-all, the band that came from no where and just gave me dirty looks until I noticed them had vanished with their hand out did give me those bad vibes, never thinking that they would come from a pack of squirrels. It was almost like a story board.
So--for the rest of the summer---if I pack more lunches--- which I will---I'll make sure that I have white oval corn chips and saltine crackers to give to the pack.
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| There's that Look.He was in stalk mode |
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| This one, too, was in stalk mode. |
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| This is my buddy that always greets me looking for a hand out but also is a dumpster diver with great skills. |
