The Stare-Down

I went to take pictures of the magnolia blossoms, and saw movement from the corner of my eyes.  A squirrel … For a moment, we both stood where we were, and stared at each other.  Thoughts of flying squirrels and rabid bites went through my mind, I don’t know why.

I raised the camera and snapped several shots, but didn’t move forward, waiting to see what he would do.  He was probably waiting to see what I would do as well.  And so we stood for several seconds, staring at each other.

Seeing me raise the camera again, he scampered up the branch, jumped to the ground and off to the backyard.  Looking at the photo now, I just realized that he had a nut in his mouth.  I didn’t see that at the time.  He probably thought I wanted his hoard.

I should have probably told him he didn’t need to fear me.  But he better stay away from our gutters and not go up into our roof, under the eaves.  Hubby Charles is already planning on how to keep them away … like traps …