I am sitting at my favourite spot – the kitchen table overlooking the back yard. MY Jane and I now have a few regular visitors to our back door each morning. One is a robin that is nesting nearby that we feed with craisins. The other is a black squirrel we call Petey. We call him that because Jane’s Dad, Bill, used to call the squirrels up at the cottage “Petey”.
The jury is out on the intelligence of Petey, though. He comes for peanuts in the shell which we faithfully provide. But this morning, despite Minnie being right at the back door, Petey brazenly approached looking for his handout.
I don’t know what would have happened had I opened the door at this point. I know what Minnie would have done, but I’m not sure about Petey.
Life Unfolding 