Jumpy

When I was a kid, I always wanted a pet squirrel. The ones back home were loud and obnoxious. They would sit on the tree outside my bedroom window chittering as loud as they could. But they were dang cute.

Living here, there are at least two or three at any given time in the front yard and the back yard. More so now that we have the bird feeder. Our birdie visitors are very sloppy eaters, and lots of the seeds fall onto the porch, perfect for a wandering squirrel.

A few days ago, I saw one in the back yard. He was far enough away that I could pretty successfully stalk him slowly. Every time I got closer, he would jump closer to the tree and sniff at me. He let me get about 2 feet away from him before he scampered up the tree.

Tristan calls them Jumpies, after Jumpy squirrel from Curious George. Yesterday, it was sunny, which was a first in a long time. While the little jumpy was munching on our porch, I was able to get a few pictures of him through the window. I know, I tried opening the door ever so slightly, but it spooked him and he ran off.