The Sun Is Back
The rain is over, the sun is back. The birds are flocking to the feeders again. The big squirrel ate of the bird bell to his heart's content for at least 20 minutes before I went out and told him he'd had enough. He was interesting to watch. He draped himself over the trellis and down to the bird bell and it made me think of those fur stoles women used to wear when I was a girl.
That's a thought I haven't had for a long time. I never liked seeing the dead foxes around women's necks, but it was fascinating. I'd rather see the live squirrel at the feeder than the dead foxes around a woman's neck.
Aunt Marg (family friend) had a big old fur coat. I like to sit next to her in church and cuddle up against the soft warm fur and pet it and stroke it. I think it was bear, but I"m not sure now. It was black any way. I'd much rather see the living animals than the pelts and when I want to pet fur, I'll reach out to my dogs.
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