It was sunny, but cold winter morning in St. Louis. Robin and I were 
preparing for our Sunday morning ritual of 99 cents bowling. We were eating that great American breakfast of cereal and milk before we ventured out in -10 degrees (Celsius – that is) weather. She had offered to fix some hot oatmeal or cream of wheat, but I had declined as we were running a little late.
Robin noticed them first as she was sitting closest to the window. The backyard was just full of squirrels acting…well squirrelly. There must have between 7 and 10 squirrels running across the yard, through the tree limbs, chasing each other. Continue reading “Some Squirrelly Insights”