let me introduce you to our old friend, Squiggy. He’s a squirrel. He has thousands of cousins in the Tampa Bay area alone. They all answer to the name ‘Squiggy’, as well.
Squiggy recently discovered a way around the anti-squirrel bird feeder defense system. To our amusement, it seems like he’s forgotten the secret. And so we watch.
Squiggy watches us watching him and is soon overwhelmed by his failure to attain the nutty goodness just inches beneath him. He leaps, he bounds, in shame.
He pauses for a moment, reflecting hurriedly. And then – whoosh! Upwards to escape, upwards to freedom, upwards to safety within Mama Oak.
Until next time, Squiggy. But you shouldn’t delay too much. The mourning doves are becoming pleasantly plump in your absence.