She's got them runnin', and I'm pretty sure if they made boots for squirrels, they'd also be made for walkin'.
At least four times yesterday, I saw a large squirrel fly out of a bush or from a tree in absolute fear only to be quickly followed by this little lady (see below). She would appear and then spread her fore-paws out while exhibiting a pretty intense chatter to let "the hunted" know that whatever detestable advance they made only moments earlier would have to wait until autumn because she's gathering nuts . . .and she doesn't care what kind if you come between her and her perogative. (Paula Abdul would be proud. Very drunk, but very proud).
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