A morning ago, i opened my curtain to watch stubbie the squirrel . He was clinging to my screen on the other window. So up close & personal . There he was , just chattering away , as if we were in this heated conversation over what he so desired to order from my window. So i proceeded to gently open the window, not to startle him .
I talked slowly to him. Precise in my intentions . Stubbie is no ordinary squirrel. Always hungry & curious. The neighbor feeds him to much bread or pizza i think . So today he wanted something else. Perhaps he had a sweet tooth? I’ll find out.
Next he jumps on other neighbors porch ever so patiently waiting for his treats . I believe we understand each other. Hmmm i ask would you like a nice red apple? Thinking he will reply back. Sure as snow is white , he chatters away, so i line up 1 red apple 🍎, a few pistachios nuts, a few squash seeds, & a piece of marble cake.
He looked it all over. Couldn’t decide what to take first. I watched as he sampled a piece of everything on the window sill. He first picked marble cake. Ate a few bites . Surprising he placed in down back on the dish. Next he bites into the red apple 🍎 , tasting the sweetness, he actually doesn’t like the skin. Spits it out just to nibble on the ever sweet inside of the apple.
Of coarse he must try 2 more ingredients. Grasps in his paws are a squash seeds ; one in each paw for a split moment. He devoured them; like a child in the cookie jar. Last but not least was something he has never had, so it seemed. He looked in wonder at these nuts. He knew, it seemed this must be something special.
He is a smart one. Spoiled as well. He runs away with 2 in his mouth . As i watch he runs up the tree & drops them in the Y of the tree. Comes back gathers a few squash seeds to place in the Y of the tree as well. Back & forth till the nuts & seeds are gone from the small saucers. After they are all up in the tree. He slowly comes back to the sill to finish off the small piece of marble cake.
After he has eaten he drinks some warm distilled water. For a second i thought i caught him out the corner of my eye , wash his paws. Strainger things always happen when i friend the neighborhood wild critters. Perhaps it’s our own secret . He acts like he’s a perfect little gentelman around me.
That’s the story of stubbie on this particular morning . Watching in wonder . A simple act of kindness in the cold winter weather. Shows him that some people can be trusted when your hungry & thirsty.