My Adversary Returns

"Which adversary?" you're probably thinking.

The mall keystone cops? The kid at Panera? The dog who started the fight? Pepper, who gets loose occasionally, and therefore "returns?" The persistent Christian organization telemarketer who wouldn't take "no" for an answer? The woman who made the snide comment about homeschooling being an experiment? The genealogist of a certain lineage society who refuses to see the obvious? The person who gave my cell phone number as theirs which therefore got some credit agency calling me? The . . . Wow! I've encountered a lot of antagonists in these few short months I've been blogging. And I didn't even tell you about my day yesterday. Ask the Bear if you're really that nosy interested. I don't even like remembering days I slide off The High Hill and down into the valley of despair, when I was probably my own worst enemy, let alone tell all of you about it.

But, no. None of those. I was thinking specifically of the squirrel who insists upon breaking my bird feeders and also eating all the birdseed put out for, you know, birds. If you recall, I mentioned here that there are times when I could reach out my kitchen window and tickle a little squirrel tummy if I was so inclined, which I'm not. Now I've got proof:



Checking to see if the coast is clear. It obvious-
ly isn't as I am standing right there with a camera. Duh!




Prepar-
ing to
"recline
and dine."

Ah! Don't you wish you could just reach out there and go coochie-coochie-coo?

Me neither.

*These photos were taken last week before "the big snow," which still hasn't melted. I just got around to using them.