We have the most entertaining little red squirrel living in the pine trees across from my kitchen window. Over the summer he methodically took every piece of tassel off one of our deck chairs. When he ran out of tassel to filch, he proceeded to take apart a shop towel. Somehow, though, he lost his patience with the slow process of pulling strand by strand, he proceeded to yank on the towel until, finally, it dislodged from where it was wedged in the John Deere trailer. He grabbed the shop towel and shlepped it up the maple tree. It was the funniest sight because the towel was about 4 times the size of this tiny squirrel.
Fast forward to today. In front of the chicken’s run, there is a little toy shopping cart – a guest must have left it there, and we haven’t put it back into the sandbox. So there it is and there are the chickens. Somehow, now there is a shop towel in this little shopping cart as well. I have no idea how it got there or who put it in there. The squirrel comes to get this one too. But the chickens will not have it. There is, at this moment a dance going on where all 3 chickens are hovering together right there where the cart is, spreading their wings to scare the squirrel, and the squirrel is jumping around like a boxer in the ring, trying not to be seen or shushed away by the hens.
It is the most entertaining spectacle and, how could it be any other way, I do not have a camera ready to go and my phone is out of “juice”