Squirrel Sunday

As the sun grudgingly peeked over the horizon, waterfowl honked and quacked and squeaked with delight. For the rest of the Celery Bog however, it was a different story. On this frosty fall morning the woods were silent, but for the “tappa tappa tappa” of a tiny woodpecker, and the “cruncha cruncha cruncha” of a fat, happy  squirrel with his walnut.

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