Curse of the pregnant squirrels

All out of black sunflower seed for the "bird" feeder. Ring neck doves fly in for demonstrations of disgust at my truly selfish incompetence. The squirrel mommies have been sucking down a feederful every day this week, and I'm all out. One squirrel is glaring at me from the corner fence post.

Walking in the nature preserve I find two young squirrels. Most of the squirrels were high up in trees eating new buds. These two were closer to earth, but chattering away, back and forth.  I wanted to get them tin can telephones. And their conversation would be,

 "I am hungry." 

 "I am hungry, too."

© 2013 Nancy L. Ruder