Post #910. I'm partial.

I've never liked the squirrels in our neighborhood. They dig in my plants and in our neatly-manicured grass. They eat the seeds that I plant in the vegetable garden. They cause power outages because of gnawing on electrical lines. They've been known to chew through metal and wood to get into attic spaces.

They are nuisances.

But...

Enter "Suzy the Squirrel"...

High above the street level, along my office window.

I can't actually tell...  Suzy might be a Steven.

But in my book - she's Suzy the Squirrel.

And yes, I feed her my apple scraps.

I thought about bringing in some peanuts for a Christmas treat, but then I remembered when I once placed Peanut Suet in our backyard for the - a'hem - birds.

It had been out there less than 10 minutes when I looked out the window:

Every squirrel in the neighborhood was in our yard  - at least 20. They were sitting everywhere, along the fence, in the grass, on Sarah's swings; all eating peanut suet.

Maybe no peanuts then.

Just apple scraps. For Suzy.

(By the way, in case you've been away - this is my 10th post in the last 3 days)