Squirrel Hunt with Monkey

He that waits upon Fortune, is never sure of a Dinner. ~Benjamin Franklin, American statesman, inventor, writer, etc.

I Monkey here. Before Fall turns into Winter, I want to take you on a squirrel hunt.

What? You’ve never been on a squirrel hunt?

People, that’s crazy! Come with me, and I’ll show you what you’ve been missing!

Suited up and ready to go!

Keep your eyes open, now. I know, the leaves are pretty, and it’s a nice day.

Blah blah blah.

We’re looking for squirrels, not scenery. You can look at scenery later. Wait, there’s one right in front of us! I told you not to blink, didn’t I? They’re cagey little critters:

Do you see what I see? There, on the pole! He can’t be trying to hide, can he? Nope, I think he’s getting ready to walk the wire. He’d better hope his balance is excellent, or he’s mine:

I’ve found that squirrels are especially busy during the Fall of the year. Mama says they’re collecting and storing food for the long Winter months. Oops, here’s another one. Walking around in the grass like he hasn’t a care in the world. Huh, wait until he spies me:

This next one looks like he’s posing, doesn’t he? I’m positive Mama was baby-talking him. And I didn’t like it! I’m her baby, not some red squirrel (even if he thought he was being cute from his safe perch above):

Oh, look — what a courageous soldier. Of course, he knows where all the trees are, and he’s pretty sure Mama and I can’t follow him up one, so it’s easy being brave:

Here’s one of the Eastern Gray Squirrels. Mama says Illinois has several species of squirrel, but I told her you don’t need to know that. Bet you’re wondering — as I am — why they race up as high as they can when they see me. This one thinks he’s a fence-topper:

For your final viewing pleasure, I Monkey present — Ta Da — a yard simply FULL of squirrels. They were scurrying up and around a nut tree, and oh, did I ever want to chase them. Mama held my leash tight and counted at least a half dozen. How many do you see:

Time for my nap. Hope you enjoyed our excursion. Let’s do it again but next time, you bring the squirrels!

Note: Mama says The Kid (AKA Domer) is coming home for the holidays. She says there’s a feast involved. Not sure what that’s about since I Monkey was less than a year old the last time any feasting rolled around, and I was too sick to enjoy it. This year, I mean to make up for lost time! We’ll be taking a few days off — Happy Feasting!