We’ve got a thief among us here on the farm…
Oh, I’ve seen him. I’ve heard him. He laughs at me from the trees when I am out to harvest.
He’s flown over my head as I sat under a tree, west of the garden, a pile of chewed up sweet corn beneath it.
I looked to my animals, Who has done such a thing!
Looks like this is my discovery, and mine alone.
The evidence is compelling, undeniable.
I know who it is (he flew over my head, after all), but how to catch him and squeeze him and make him all mine is the real question!
What to do about this bushy tailed thief?
Any squirrel whisperers out there? Specifically of fat ones that squeal at me safely from the trees?
If he doesn’t mix in some cardio with all this food, he’s going to have some fierce competition.
If I do capture and domesticate this little robin hood, then you know farm life has officially driven me nuts.
It may be a long winter.