In the mornings I like to sit and look out the windows of my room while drinking my coffee. I have a huge Sycamore tree right outside that my Grandpa planted way back in the 1940’s, and its branches basically cover the span of all three of my bedroom windows. It’s an odd shaped, but interesting looking tree, they are not commonly grown here in Minnesota so I feel special to have one. The branches are barren right now in the winter, well except for when they are covered with snow, 😉 but when I moved back home here this past fall its branches were filled with gigantic leaves that filtered the light in through my windows so beautifully.
Aside from the tree itself, one of the other things I really enjoy about it is watching the little creatures that sometimes occupy its branches. Two of my favorite species of birds, the Cardinal and the Chickadee often come to visit and it’s always such a delight to watch them flit about. I wish they’d sit still long enough for me to snap a picture of them, but they are busy little things and always on a mission.
Crows are not a favorite bird of mine, but they are really cool and also quite intelligent. My daughter says she is going to try “befriending” one this summer, but not if I have anything to say about that, I don’t need crows coming around bothering my vegetable garden this summer. I had enough trouble with squirrels!
And speaking of squirrels, those of you who have been following my blog for a while may remember some of the trouble I had with a certain particular squirrel, an evil, diabolical, and thieving little creature who really gave me a hard time in my garden. First it was just digging holes in “Adventures in Gardening Part 11 ~ Darn Squirrels!” and then once harvest time came it got downright ugly in “Adventures in Gardening Part 31 ~ That Thieving Squirrel: the Epic Battle Continues…”
I recommend reading both of those posts to give you some background on what I’m going to say next here because the funny thing is… I grew to become quite fond of that naughty little squirrel. Seems impossible, I know, after joking around about ways in which to dispose of the little thief and sharing about my recurring nightmares about squirrels, but once I put my garden to bed for the winter, and began spending my mornings in front of my bedroom windows with my coffee, I became fondly attached to him in watching him prepare his home for the winter in the trunk of my tree. Scurrying among the branches, gathering those giant Sycamore leaves in his tiny little paws, and rushing off to stuff them into his hole = sooo cute! Those grubby, thieving, little paws that once made me so angry became so adorable and so much fun to watch. You know, I really do love all little creatures, even the ones that make me mad.
Well, the other day, the day that I caught that photo of the crow, I think my squirrel got run over by a car. 😦 I can’t be for sure that it was him, but for days and days now while I’ve been sitting in front of my windows having my morning coffee, I haven’t seen hide nor hair of him. I joked around about wishing he’d get run over back when he was stealing my vegetables, but now I am so sad at the thought of it. RIP “Little Thief” (as he has now has been named), I will miss your cute little antics. Well, not your vegetable stealing ones, of course. 😉
He’s not as cute as Little Thief (not that I can really tell the difference ;)) and I have resolved that I will not become attached to him, other than for practicing my photography skills on him as he dwells among my branches.And I must say, I am quite proud of this shot. 😀