After I fill the bird feeders and bird bath I come inside, sit at my window and am entertained by God’s creatures.  They are sooo fun to watch, it’s better than tv!  I didn’t even realize Mrs. Cardinal was sitting on the branch as I was talking about Mr. Cardinal and Mr. & Mrs. Blue Jay showed up too.  It was as if they knew their cue when to appear in the video…gotta love the Universe!  Hope you enjoy them too.  Have a wonderful weekend and thanks for stopping by!!  🙂

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what are you grateful for ~ please share…

Thank you!

(c) onceuponahotflash, 2017

Skippys Peanuts (Writing 101)

Today’s Prompt: Go to a local café, park, or public place and write a piece inspired by something you see. Get detailed: leave no nuance behind.  Today’s twist: write an adverb-free post.

At lunchtime I go outside to drop peanuts for the neighborhood squirrels.  I cluck cluck cluck with my tongue and they stop what they are doing, which is chasing each other up and down trees, digging holes to hide peanuts or find what they have hidden, look at me and come running.  They know I have peanuts or walnuts, we have become friends, some trust me more than others which is displayed by how close they come to get their snack.


I call them Skippys, I forget why.  One Skippy was stretched out on a gray, leafless tree branch screeching as I approached.  I didn’t know if it was a mating call or a distress call, but it was a low-pitched sound that lasted a few seconds, I thought it was coming from a bird, he kept repeating it.  With each screech I could see his teeth, his cheeks would puff out as his breath pushed out the sound, perhaps he was scolding me because I was late and he was hungry.

I have learned that they have terrible eyesight, I toss peanuts at them and if the peanut doesn’t land within inches of them they can’t find it.  I was sitting in my office on the second floor and a Skippy climbed up a large tree-like bush which extends up the side of the brick building and swung himself onto the window ledge.  I looked up, saw him, waved to him and he dove at the window to enter the room, bounced off the window did a back flip into the bush and landed on the ground.  OMG the poor thing, I laughed so hard and felt so bad at the same time.  It was hilarious.  Yes I went outside to see if he was okay, he was!  The brown grass had softened with the warming temperatures plus the bush helped to catch him.

Some have scars on their fur, theirs ears are tattered, but they are cute and playful.  I know when there are newbies because they have to learn the routine and are afraid of me in the beginning.  I can tell them apart, some are skinny, others chubby, some skiddish, others bold and I know that the Skippys this year are not the same Skippys of last year.  And I leave it at that!