… the roses, as that old cliché tells us.
But, for my furry friends … it is all about the peanuts.
I feel badly I’ve not been to Council Point Park since last Sunday following my two River treks. In essence, I’ve been two-timin’ Parker, since I began sharin’ the love with Grady.
But, this week’s horrid ice storm, which left every inch of concrete coated in ice, had me rethinking any trips to the Park, or anywhere else for that matter. The ice event was treacherous, but breathtaking, as the trees and bushes shimmered, their bare branches encased in ice. I enjoyed the view through the front storm door window. I couldn’t have ventured out, even if I wanted to, as the freezing rain sealed my screen door shut. And when I did head out the door, that snow was just as slick, though it was a better bet to trudge through it, rather than on ice. I heard the crunch-crunch as my heavy boots plunged through the icy snow while I made my way to the garage to run the car, then back. We had a brief warm-up yesterday and the sun came out – yay! It melted most of the ice and today’s brisk breeze dried everything up … the wintry mess is all gone for a couple of days, until the snow returns late Sunday.
This furry fellow is so cute and cuddly looking.
Thursday morning was still slick and dangerous with glare ice galore. I opened the screen door and laid peanuts on the porch and the brick ledge, then tucked five more in my pocket for the opposite end of the ledge for when I went outside. I caught a glimpse of Grady watching me from the tree across the street as I doled out his breakfast. Next I saw him descend that tall tree and race across the street. As he headed up the driveway, his paws were skidding this way and that – wouldn’t you’d have thought his claws would act like ice cleats? I went and grabbed the camera to get some pictures of Grady through the glass.
Usually, I toss out the peanuts, then shut the door and head downstairs to grab my coat and boots to go outside. But instead, I surprised Grady by staying there at the door.
He was alone and paused on the porch steps where his eyes lit up just like a kid in a candy shop when he saw the extra peanuts I gave him for Valentine’s Day.
I realized Grady didn’t know what to make of my appearance there, but I swear I could hear the gears clicking in his brain. He was thinking “well that looks like Linda, but where are her feet?” [Hidden behind the door.] Or “Linda always wears a black hat – what is brown on Linda’s head?” [Hair.] “Why is Linda staring at me like that? [Because I want to take some pictures of you to share in a blog post.]
Grady continued to study me, perplexed why I didn’t close the door, but instead I continued to watch HIS every move.
He paused on the porch momentarily, deciding whether or not he should risk his life in case I reached out the door and grabbed him and pulled him indoors. [It is tempting sometimes because you’re so cute Grady.]
Part of what endears me to him is that he is so tiny that he hops and jumps to move along quickly.
He is such a timid little soul and I know he wanted those peanuts so badly he could just taste them. I talked to him through the door and said “go ahead Grady – I’m not going to hurt you!” He gave me one more look, almost like a lamb being led to slaughter, then finally made a dash to the corner of the porch, under the stoop, where I pile the peanuts so the squirrels and birds are protected from any swooping hawks. He was also out of my range of vision so I had to wait until he emerged in the middle of the porch again, where he dragged out a mess of peanuts.
Wash, rinse, repeat.
Well he didn’t stay put for more than a second, then dashed over and grabbed a couple of peanuts and ate those on the porch steps.
He then decided since he had quite a pile of peanuts, and no one to share them with, why not hide a few?
So how did that work out Grady?
His first stop was the neighbor’s tree, where he paused, with a peanut in his mouth, but where was he going to put it?
Soon he began beating a path, grabbing a peanut, then running, mostly hopping, down the driveway, his little paws persistently going out from under him on the ice.
Grady does get an “A” for effort though, as he inspected all his favorite digging sites around the front yard, and the neighbor’s property [well, they’ll like me a lot won’t they?]
Grady even ran across the street to a spot by “his tree” but no go. Finally, he determined the ground was frozen. I suspect he was a loss where to hide those peanuts, so he tucked them here and there into the snow.
Or he figured he would just go ahead and eat them as Linda will give him more tomorrow. [Cute and smart!]
I think the weather will be better than originally predicted and the streets and sidewalks are clear after that warm spurt yesterday. I might have even done a short walk this morning but the wind was gusting from 20 to 30 miles (32-48 km) an hour and I didn’t want to roll along like a tumbleweed.
Tomorrow I’ll get down to the Park and lavish some attention and treats on Parker and his buddies. Thankfully he lives a mile from the ‘hood and won’t find out about “The Other Squirrel”.