The title of this post is simply a twist on the show tune “Do-Re-Mi” which is featured in the “Sound of Music”. On the day after Christmas, you get the dough, and suddenly … it is all about you. Now, this post could be construed as the shoppers who have bought gifts for everyone on their list and now find it is time to indulge their every whim, or, a whimsical tale about a savvy squirrel who is all about making himself happy and the heck with anyone else.
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Now that Christmas is over, once again the mad dash to the mall has begun anew. Before I even left the house, the newscasters were talking about the heavy traffic near the malls as everyone’s cash or holiday gift cards are burning a hole in their pocket, or, they are eager to swap a gift they don’t like for something that they really want. The sales are also predicted to be spectacular today.
I took the car for a little spin before I left on my walk, and as I rolled along Fort Street, I saw that the line of customers waiting for Mickey Shorr to open, snaked along the front of the store and down the side street. Maybe they were hoping to get a remote car starter installed, sooner rather than later, since I hear these wonderful warm temps will soon come to a screeching halt.
In fact, today’s weather sure was a return to reality as to what Winter weather feels like. It was cold and gusty and I found myself walking more quickly than usual.
Today, I wanted to share a story about a savvy squirrel whom I’ve been monitoring the past few weeks in my treks down Emmons Boulevard.
The first time I saw this squirrel, he was sitting in a large, empty flower pot underneath two bird feeders that were hanging on a shepherd’s hook. The placement of the pot and the proximity of two, fully loaded squirrel-proof bird feeders was ultra-convenient to this furry critter. He sat right in the middle of the pot, then I watched him shimmy up the pole, reach over to tip each feeder to the side, and then shake out birdseed through the holes where the perches are situated for the small birds to eat. I actually stopped to watch his actions. He had it down to an art: shimmy, shake and enjoy. Someone please plug up the pot’s drainage hole to make it easier for this poor critter to eat. And … once he had his fill of birdseed, then he ran like heck down the sidewalk and out of sight.
On that particular day, I didn’t take the camera with me as it was foggy and misty out, so I left it behind. But, I was determined to get a picture of him in action, since his antics really gave me a laugh and were a shake-my-head moment. I wondered then, as I do now, if the homeowners believe the birds are filling their faces on the birdseed in the squirrel-proof feeder? I wanted to knock on the door and tell these kindly souls “guess what?”
So, every time I’ve walked past the house, my head would swivel to this same scene and I always had the camera with me. Nine times out of ten when I walked past, this chubby squirrel was either shaking the cage around the feeder, inside the pot chomping on birdseed, or down on the ground eating the fallen seed. Of course, the birds are always nearby and watching him devour their food. Perhaps I should have entitled this post “The feast: the birds and the beast!”
There’s one in every crowd … whether it was at your holiday dinner yesterday – you know, that fat uncle who bullies everyone with his long overreach for the extra-large scoop of mashed potatoes and gravy, or whining for that second piece of pie, even though he’s already undone the top button on his pants. I know I’ve seen that in my day, too.
I chocked up another four miles walked today as I hustled down the Boulevard. As you might suspect, I glanced over to the Creek, just as I crossed the footbridge and a handful of ducks were on the opposite side, but not a single Canada goose was to be found. I think they vamoosed to warmer climes – they heard the same weather forecast I did.