The Visitor

You ever have the feeling someone (or something) was watching you? I was on the computer this morning, deep into the project I'm working on when I heard a really strange noise. It wasn't the dog or the cats, the TV wasn't on, it didn't come from either door, it wasn't the pellet stove ... and then I heard it again. I turned and looked at my living room window. Running up and down the screen and looking for purchase at the unscreened glass center of the window was a squirrel. He saw me, jumped onto the rocker, ran across the porch to a tree, turned and came back and tried again. Up and down and in circles on the screen and then he'd stop and look at me. He gave up on the screen and sat on the porch railing while he plotted his next move and then he was gone.

About a half hour later he was back. This time at the side window. Same operation. Up and down the window screen, which is much higher for him than the window over the porch, and again trying to gain purchase on the glass window. Don't know what the little guy was thinking or what he was after but I have to say he was nothing if not persistent. This time I did go for my camera. Sure wish I knew what I did with my camera.