It Is Peach Season

A few years back, Kevin and I planted a peach tree in our backyard. Luckily it was producing fruit in the same year. But back then, we had five peaches growing. And Mr. Squirrel had his own way of sharing: Four peaches for him, one for us as a family of four. I quartered the last peach, so we all could enjoy a little slice of fresh “heaven”.

The following year, we’ve got about a dozen peaches. And Mr. Squirrel was much more generous: He took his four peaches and left us with the eight remaining fruits.

This Spring, our peach tree was in full bloom. And we could tell, we would get tons of peaches this Summer. But I’ve noticed they are a little bit smaller this year. I wonder, if the drought has a big factor in it. The tree didn’t get as much water as in the previous years. And I might have to consider some fertilizer for the next season. So, while Mr. Squirrel, the Blue Jays, Mrs. Mockingbird and Mrs. Sparrow are happily munching away my peaches, I had to rescue some for ourselves. On Monday, I filled up a bowl. And when those fruits are gone, I have to grab some more from the tree. In the meantime, Luis keeps Mr. Squirrel in check. Mr. Squirrel is allowed everywhere on our property, but not on the peach tree. As soon as the Squirrel jumps in that tree, Luis is getting havoc. Once he gets outside, he chases the squirrel across the fence. “No, no! No peaches for you, Mr. Squirrel.”

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Fresh, homegrown peaches from our tree in the backyard

Sandy “Cheeks” Squirrel

Now, that it is Spring, Sandy comes over to see Mr. Squirrel more frequently. They always hang out and tumble all over our fence and yard together. Mr. Squirrel has a thing for his sweet Sandy. But she makes him shriek sometimes. Because Sandy wants to be close to him, dine with him, and play with him. Sometimes, he’s not sure how to handle her. He always keeps an eye out for her, when she eats at the dish. I wonder, if she wants to be his long-time girlfriend. And he doesn’t want to commit. He sure loves his bachelor life for most of the year. But all he can think of is his Sandy, now. I guess, animals are not so different from us humans.

Mr. Squirrel & Sandy

Oh boy! I can tell, it’s mating season. Mr. Squirrel brought his girlfriend, Sandy, over for brunch. After tumbling around in our yard and chasing each other up and down the fence, they both worked up quite a hungry belly. Both sat on the fence behind the greenhouse and watched me from a safe distance, while I filled up the dish with goodies. It didn’t take long, before Mr Squirrel jumped down from the fence and checked out the food. Sandy followed him quickly. As much as Mr. Squirrel loves his Sandy, he can not handle it having her sitting in the food dish, while he’s there. So, he always threw some seeds down to her. But that wasn’t enough for Sandy. She had to see for herself, what’s in the dish. Mr. Squirrel got startled, when Sandy jumped up. And they both ran away from each other. After a few minutes, Sandy was done with the brunch date and left. Mr. Squirrel came back and finished his meal. Now, he’s fed and taking a nap in the attic again. Yeah, he found his way back into the attic. No matter how many times we evict his squirrel butt, he always comes back again. Can we really blame him?

Bill Allen Memorial Park In April

Sara wanted to go to the turtle pond at Bill Allen Memorial Park, this afternoon. The weather was very nice. And Katelynn wouldn’t come home from school for another two hours.

When we walked on the paved trail, we saw some wild flowers, and a few critters roamed in the park. A red-eared slider turtle was hiding in the reeds by the pond. Since it is mating season, some dragonflies chased each other for that particular reason across the pond. Walking back to the car, Sara and I saw a Mallard couple resting at the creek. And two squirrels jumped from one tree to the ground and back into another tree. Yes, there was a lot of wildlife out and about this afternoon. It was fun to watch them.

“Hey, You Are Not A Bird!”

Mr. Squirrel finally got evicted from our attic on Sunday. Kevin saw Mr. Squirrel hanging around in the backyard. And he used the opportunity to close the holes, the Squirrel gnawed into to the netting , which leads into the attic. It might be only a temporarily fix. But I haven’t heard any tenants upstairs since.

Today, Mr. Squirrel found some goodies in the tube feeder. That feeder supposed to be for the cardinals and the finches. But a hungry squirrel doesn’t care. He got himself an easy fix of seeds and berries, this morning. When I let Luis out, he will make friends with the squirrel. My cats would chase him over the fence and all the way down the alley. But then, they wouldn’t come home for several hours or end up in the shelter. So, I let that critter eat my bird seeds as always. Let’s just hope, he doesn’t find his way back into the attic.

Mr. Squirrel

It is such beautiful weather, that I spent most of the day relaxing and listening to the birds’ songs on the back porch. Mr. Squirrel walked along the fence and jumped into the backyard. He looked around and checked me out for a little while, before he got some seeds from the feeder and leaped into the tree. If I hadn’t been sitting there, he probably had eaten a lot more. But he was not too comfortable with my presents and decided to wait to come back for lunch a little bit later.

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Oh by the way, Mr. Squirrel just chattered something from my roof: “Don’t forget to remind everyone that the time will change tonight! We “spring forward” one hour! Crazy humans always mess my times up. Now I have to remember that I can’t jump across the street on hour earlier, due to rush hour. It even messes with my rhythm.” πŸ˜‰

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Don’t forget to set your clocks AHEAD one hour, tonight! ~ Image Resource: Google Image Search