My mother lives in Columbus, Georgia, in an area of eight duplexes that are built in what used to be a pecan orchard. Fifteen years ago, when she first moved in, the trees yielded large crops of nuts and I could always count on receiving several bags of shelled pecans for Christmas every year. Over the years, the trees seem to produce smaller crops but the squirrels still seem to find an ample supply to sustain them during the Georgia winters. During the past week, I've enjoyed watching them busily scampering about, hard at work. Occasionally, they take a break and frolic with each other on the lawns.
This is the view from my mother's back door.
The squirrels here are not the pretty black one's like Ratty's but the usual gray ones - they are very well camouflauged by the tree bark and the grass
This one seems airborne
A bit wary of any movement on my part
There must have been twenty of these guys out today
Play time now
