
Ahead of herself,
grey squirrel in white apron
gathers winter food.

Scatterbrain squirrel
abandons cooked chicken egg
next to her dugout.
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Author: Sarah Potter Writes
Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. When stuck for words, she sketches or paints instead. She's into nature conservation, sustainability, gardening, dogs, natural health, and reading. Her sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between.
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I love the white apron reference. Only a writer would notice that and call it that….Happy Monday, Sarah! Have a stupendous week, my friend.
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I tried to capture a shot of Mrs Squirrel sitting up on her haunches and displaying her apron in all its splendour, but she was far too busy scurrying about this morning on the flat roof outside my bedroom window to stay put in that pose whilst, blurry-eyed, I rummaged for my camera.
Happy Monday to you, too, Bill, my friend.
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Dear Sarah,
I love the photos. Hard to catch with a camera. I enjoyed the haikus as well. Happy Monday to you, too.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Dear Rochelle,
Thank you. Yes, it is very hard catching a shot of such an active animal, when I don’t have any fancy speed shutters on my camera.
By the way, I’ve got a picture that I’ll send you with my promised email. It’s quite unique, slightly gross, and just the ticket for an interesting FF prompt! You’ll see what I mean, I’m sure…
Best wishes,
Sarah
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Bring it on, Sarah! 😀
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I love her white apron – what a delightful hoot!!
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Thanks, Cybele 🙂 Her apron was exceptionally white and fluffy. I think she must have given herself a good groom before embarking on her food-gathering expedition!
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I’m behind again!!
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I loved your squirrel Sarah, but where did the cooked egg come from?!
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I’ve no idea where it came from, but as there was a squirrel-sized bit of digging in that flowerpot and the squirrel was generally in evidence that morning, my conclusion was that somehow it had transported the egg there. I’m guessing it stole it from someone’s picnic. It’s amazing how much a squirrel can carry in its mouth. I’ve seen them with their cheeks positively bulging out on both sides!
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A fun story, Sarah. I find squirrels really funny to watch. They are hardly ever still and always on the go, so your ‘Scatterbrain’ description fits perfectly. 🙂
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Thank you, Sylvia 🙂 Squirrels are very funny, although my dog isn’t that amused by them in her garden. However, if they’re in the woods or someone else’s garden, she ignores them. I guess that makes her a NIMBY!
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I see you have squirrels too. EVEN better you write lovely words about them x
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I won’t write such lovely words if any squirrels set up home in my attic D: My favourite squirrel ever, was an albino one with ruby eyes. It visited my garden over the course of a year. It was so, so very pretty xxxx
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LOL. Now I am fair ending myself. We have a family who come in the winter. xxxx
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