Three minutes pass, maybe four and a small gray shape appears at the edge of the forest line. Her eyes are wide and her long tail fluffed with excitement. She scampers over the wooden bridge that crosses the creek, and within moments, she is up the side of the house and onto the windowsill. Sending angry songbirds a flutter in all directions, my gray squirrel climbs into the feeder to see what goodies I’ve supplied for her today, then she settles down to eat.
The two of us have forged an acceptable relationship. I feed her. She eats. I take photos. She doesn’t bite me. (She does stick her nose so close to the camera’s lens that she blurs my photos!)
At one time, she was skittish, but she has learned many things since the first time I saw her. She now knows that I mean her no harm, and that it’s safe to take food from my hand. She’s learned that I’m a pushover, and when the pumpkin seeds and peanuts run out, she can hop onto the sill, cock her head to the side, and know without a doubt that I will give her more. She has also determined that my cats can’t get through the glass. Through time, I have learned much from her as well. The most important lesson she has taught me is the inspiration for this site. Don’t waste, be cautious and save; squirrel it away in the summer, so your family can eat in the winter