You fell for that?

It was baby squirrel day. Two of them, new around here. Given that the black squirrel didn’t chase them off in a display of dominance (and given whom she was cavorting with earlier in the spring) she was probably their mother.

One fell off the awning. One fell mid-climb halfway up the fence. Twice. One (both are gray, I couldn’t tell them apart) learned the hard way that no you can’t climb a metal downspout but I was impressed at how high it threw itself on it first. One made it halfway up the side of the house before tumbling back down. One knocked over a flower pot and I thought, rather than having him do it again I would try to lessen the temptation to jump at the bird feeder from it by putting it down at the base of the awning pole rather than back up on the table; I put the broom back that leans against the other side of the pole to keep them from climbing at the bird feeder that way.

Which is how I ended up with a very small squirrel landing in that flower pot. We had a sudden explosion of rodent fur and tail and feet (oh THERE they are!) as it tried to figure out how to get out of there.

I don’t know if their nails haven’t fully grown out enough or what, but these two just don’t quite have that whole squirrelocity thing down pat quite yet.