My neighborhood family of deer still visit regularly. The young buck is growing little antler nubbins 🥹❤️
every day since my overgrown lawn has been tamed my resident backyard squirrel runs around, lightly digging and foraging for acorns. it's been a treat to watch him through my office window as he explores!! The chipmunks chatter up in the trees and throw acorns down at my dog because they hate his ass. I love looking up and seeing if I can pinpoint their location in the branches by their sounds it makes me feel so in tune with nature. My father gave me binoculars as a gift before I really had occasion to use them and I need to find them and bust them out…
They throw the acorns at him!??? One time a squirrel stood up and put his fists together like he was an extra in a Bruce Lee movie but I never thought they could have actual malice!!
florinegrassenhopper I looked it up and people have witnessed it before it’s so crazy 😭 they only do it when he’s out there not when someone is out without him doing yard work and yeah they all start chattering when he comes the trees which I’ve read is something they do to alert each other of predators. I’m sorry tree friends
They throw the acorns at him!??? One time a squirrel stood up and put his fists together like he was an extra in a Bruce Lee movie but I never thought they could have actual malice!!
They throw the acorns at him!??? One time a squirrel stood up and put his fists together like he was an extra in a Bruce Lee movie but I never thought they could have actual malice!!
They throw the acorns at him!??? One time a squirrel stood up and put his fists together like he was an extra in a Bruce Lee movie but I never thought they could have actual malice!!
my favorite sights of the summer are seeing all of the mothers and their young out in the wild (or in my backyard). excuse the low quality, I took these through binoculars lmao
like cat tv for humans. i put the bird cam on every morning on my tv, watching them interact really brightens my day. love seeing my favs - mourning doves, the occasional woodpecker, the errant squirrel that climbed his way into the feeder
My dad teases me about how when I was a little kid, my favorite thing to do when I was on the landline phone with somebody—be it a relative or one of my best friends—was to breathlessly describe the things that were in my bedroom so that they could have a mental picture of everything I loved and chose to surround myself with, and where I sat at that moment in time. Perfectly Imperfect reminds me of that so thanks for always listening and for sharing with me too 💌