By now most of you readers know I live in the foothills of the Appalachian mountains. I am blessed to see many wild critters roam past my kitchen window. They seem to know they are safe here.

Mother's Day had come and gone (hope yours was blessed). I was up early on Monday morning awaiting carpenters scheduled to do some house repairs. While sitting at the table with my coffee and morning paper, a sudden movement caught my eye. I glanced up expecting to see the "pesty" gray squirrel scr...


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