I know this may sound odd, or that readers may be growing tired of my squirrels, but they have brightened my days this winter. They come to my window and we flirt back and forth. They eat the birdseed, then scamper away. We can now get up close, face to face — with a glass pane to separate us — and chat as if old friends. Who would have thunk! I am grateful for the squirrels.
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