The Unhappy Squirred

29 Nov

He stood on his hind feet, raised his paws and looked imploringly through the window as if to say, “What did you do with my tree?”

After three years of botanical torture we removed this encroaching arbor. Not only was it stretching its limbs towards our abode in unseemly fashion, it was also facilitating the conditions for moss, and mushroom growth right under our proverbial noses.

He loved the tree though. I’d seen him dancing on it. From branch to branch. Skipping and hopping. Climbing and jumping to and fro.  However, on this morning he was in disbelief, despair and astonishment. He had come to the spot where the tree was. But it had been removed. He scratched and scratched, running around the perimeter of what was the base of the tree. He happened to glimpse me peeking at him. Quickly, he approached where I was standing. This is where i received the disdainful look and pout. And then off he went in apparent disgust, into the woods to who knows where.

So a new landscape is on our horizon.  And with it poor old squirrel must find a new stomping ground. Here’s the news dear squirrel: Everything is for a time. Tomorrow isn’t promised. Continue to make the best of what you have today.

[blogged by Vaughn Andrews]

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Posted by on November 29, 2011 in Uncategorized


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