||[Oct. 20th, 2010|07:37 am]
Last night, well after dark, the squirrels were still at it. This morning, before dawn, the squirrels were at it again. They beat the early birds out of bed. They prefer this side of the house when they're in the mood, and although it's sometimes fun to watch them flirting their tails and chasing each other up and down trees and turning somersaults (however many are in the mood at the time) they make enough noise to be disruptive. Both vocally and in the noise they make rushing around or falling ka-thump! on the water tank (which, when not full, booms like a big drum) and rustling in the leaves.
I wish they'd just go on and get it over with. They won't, of course. They're going to be leaping, running, chasing and being chased until the last pair finally give up sometime in December. (Ah. The first bird just spoke up--a blue jay. And that pair of squirrels is now silent (or much farther away. Back to work.)