Tuesday, January 10, 2012

squirrel's work

Hopping, jumping, across, over, around, through.  Splash into a bucket of water.  Straw in mouth, heading for the trees.  He leaps up, climbing up and up and up. One more dash and arrival at the nest. Work was never so difficult. No time for rest.  Winter is here.

1 comment:

Barb said...

I've watched them, too - busy, busy needing to build a refuge against the cold.