Kickin' back, musing, observing, and gathering inspiration from the hills of East Tennessee.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Baby Squirrels
Our closest "neighbor" is an old (built 1939) rundown house which is about a football field distance away from our house down our lane. The owners, who live in another state, visit it once in awhile. It has no plumbing or heat. Note the outhouse to the right of the house. It has a root cellar in the hill to the left of the house.
At least two baby squirrels are living under its metal roof and when we take our walk, they look out at us. Sometimes they both peek out at the same time, but I managed to get the picture of one of them checking us out.
Rabbits cookin' coffee -- that's what the locals call it. But here in this little hollow in East Tennessee, when the hills surrender their misty hostage to reveal the stalwart cedars growing by the stream in our pasture, I know there is no place on earth I would rather be. The welcome mat is out! Come and sit on the porch and chat with me awhile!
Oh,how dear are they! I like that old home.phylliso
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