I was in the pigpen yesterday, scooping poop...
(I have to digress here and tell you that these gals are the cleanest animals we own.
They have two corners of their yard that they have designated as their bathrooms,
and those are the only places that they will "go!")
Back to scooping poop...
I became aware of a noise behind me.
A thud, thud, thud from the area of the walnut tree.
Now, I am used to the sound of walnuts dropping in the late summer,
but this "thudding" came with such regularity that it peaked my curiosity.
I walked over to find an inordinate amount of walnuts right beneath the tree....
and a crafty little squirrel in the top of the tree,
who was systematically harvesting those large green balls of nutty goodness.
Ginger and MaryAnn, realizing that I had left their pen,
also came to the fence to see what was happening.
(Besides being very clean, pigs are also very nosey.)
I stood there and watched that little squirrel hop from branch to branch,
dropping walnut after walnut,
and I was reminded how much all of us "animals" have in common.
That little squirrel was doing the same thing that I have been doing for the past
several weeks....
filling his larder with provisions for the cold months ahead.
The only difference is this:
most likely I will remember where I have stored all of our food...
and most likely, Mr. Squirrel won't.
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