So I drove the youngest son to his first class of the week.
He had his book bag, his teacher’s bag, a guitar in its case to carry.
Nowadays, he’s more loaded down than some Junior High kids.
I left him out on University Street near Cook Hall. I told him the parking lot and pedestrians are difficult to maneuver at this time of day.
When I got home, while getting out of the car, I heard a BIG Bonk on the hood of the VW Beetle.
I went running up the back walk, just as another Bonk sounded.
Then I heard rustling in the oak tree.
I look up, facing the sun, and by the time my eyes adjusted, another Bonk had hit the roof of the car.
There was a squirrel at the topmost branch pitching acorns down onto the car.
I swear, he qualifies for the World Series.
I yelled, and it scooted over a couple branches, then let the next acorn just drop by gravity.
Now that I’m inside the house, I’m watching through the window at the squirrel playing detective on the edge of the yard, looking for those precious nut meats which tumbled out of the cracked acorn shells.
This looks like a demonstration of Animal Adaptation and Survival of the Fittest.
and a Happy Monday to you, too….
~~love and Huggs, Diane