Flowers in her hair
Actually, it's not a flower, I'm not sure what it is but they fall out of the birch trees this time of the year. They cover the deck or ground. Wind up as decoration for this one.
Squirrel Chatter, just ramblings and rants from the Great Alaskan Red Squirrel Cam on the road across America. Looking for nuts.
This old squirrel was complaining to me today about the increasing hours of darkness. He said, he didn't want to hang around the feeder when the crowd of flyers shows up. I asked him, why he felt that way, and he said "you know they are a rowdy bunch always jumping up and flying off the handle so to speak"


This old squirrel called Native America Calling one day as a fellow Muscogee Creek citizen was being interviewed. In return for being on the air and able to say Hensci, Estonko and telling her how big a fan this old squirrel is. She sent me a CD of her latest... Thanks Joy, from all us squirrels here on the Permafrost Ranch. I love the Rabbit story.



My Great Uncle Tom as a young man came to hunt moose on the Kenai in 1920s. Hunting is a family tradition. As the story goes, he quit hunting after this trip because of the death of a female bear they thought was unaccompanied by any cubs only to find it wasn't.


This old vole was telling the squirrel this afternoon, that he was all ears and couldn't wait to hear Sarah Palins acceptance speech. The old squirrel said even his aunti had called all the way from the Great State of Texas to ask about his thoughts on her.
As I was sitting here because of insomnia at three in the morning. Listening to the news when I heard a national news person say. The reason why all this information is coming out is because of blogs. I always knew the politicians in Washington were listening to us Squirrels. Didn't you.


