I guess some prob­lems just resolve them­selves. Came home tonight after drop­ping the munchkin off at her other grand­mas to find my fern tipped on it’s side and the nest hang­ing out of it. I have no idea. The cats could not and would not have jumped that far as they could not pos­si­bly have known there was a nest in the plant.  A squir­rel? All I can think of is another bird. Gosh darn it. Guess I can water my plant again but I was so look­ing for­ward to the chirp­ing of lit­tle tiny birds!! I really have no idea what ani­mal knew there was a nest in there. Sigh

Should have known it would be that kind of day when the first thing I see this morn­ing out my den win­dow is a squir­rel sit­ting hap­pily in my hang­ing impa­tiens bas­ket, eat­ing and toss­ing, eat­ing and toss­ing. Thank good­ness there was a child in the house as my lan­guage needed to be swiftly cen­sored. Had to move the bird bath as think­ing the lit­tle bug­ger used it as a spring board to the plant. I sure miss my Sophie dog who kept all the crea­tures that weren’t cats at bay and some­times them too. Mag­gie just looks at the squir­rel and thinks it is a brown cat with a long tail and goes back to sleep.

Am quickly los­ing my “Aren’t squir­rels cute?” men­tal­ity. BB guns may be my new best friend. And I bet­ter not hear any­thing from you know who(PET_) about this or guess who is trap­ping and send­ing a few squir­rels your way???

Dang, dang dang!!