Oops, Don, I think I’m in for it after all, my apologies for the germs.
At the first loud sneeze, a squirrel leaps ten feet off the porch into the air.
At the second loud sneeze, the same squirrel lopes three feet in no particular hurry. Stops. Looks back over his shoulder at me: if I want him to go any further away than that at this point, there’s going to have to be a stale nut thrown past him, a little incentive, and I’m not going along with it. He gives the bushytail version of a shrug–he got over it quickly, so hopefully I will too.
I had a request for a picture of the beginning of the peach tree budding, so here it is, with a reminder to me that mylar strips are in its future. They have that certain snake-like charm. There will be leaping away and there will be staying away. (Right?) I intend to get the budder deal of it.