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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