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"
Sometimes, I watch out my window at the squirrels and birds and feel as if I'm a lucky guy. I've been thinking of leaving Alaska. Not that I don't love this place but that the cost of living here is just getting higher and higher.
Nonetheless, I won't leave because of one thing. Fear, fear of being homeless if I should sell this place and leave. I know I'll never get enough to purchase a new place completely if I ever should leave this one.
So, I'am here until the Creator calls me I guess or my ship sails up the Badger Slough. I kind of doubt as that will ever happen.
This old squirrel has always been interested in the making of political commercials on TV. I swear they remind him of the old fashioned snake oil salesmen of yesteryear he told me this morning. Buyer beware.
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.
This old Squirrel wants everyone to remember: The deployed men and women of the Aviation Task Force 49 and the 1st Striker Brigade Combat Team 25th Infantry from Alaska stationed in Iraq. Please, keep them in your prayers.
The daughter and family took this old squirrel out for a birthday gift last night. A renown place located out in Fox Alaska, a well known establishment. The food was fair. The Prime Rib wasn't the best I've seen. The place was packed to say the least. Upon thinking about eating places, this old squirrel misses Club 11. Nonetheless, thanks to the oldest daughter and son in law, along with the kids. It was a good evening out.
In memorial to all those lost on this date, we should never ever forget and today also marks the ceremony for the 1st Brigade 25th Infantry Stryker Brigade Combat Team from Fort Wainwright Deploys to Iraq.
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.
Sunday Morning coffee and conversation with Budda Belly. As he was saying, it's been one of the coldest and wettest summers he could remember. At the time, this old squirrel was cruising the Informational Super Highway. So, I showed him the article in the Anchorage Daily News The by-line read: "Summer is officially over in Alaska, and if you got out in the sun to enjoy both days of it you were lucky."
This is a picture of Paul Pike, (Medicine Dream)who was our Lead Dancer at this years Midnight Sun Intertribal Powwow. If you click on Powwow link it will take you to an album of pictures that Lad has so graciously let us publish.
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.
Wow, what a media feeding frenzy we are seeing on our illustrious first lady of the state of Alaska. It always amazes me, this kind of feeding frenzy. That's what it reminds me of, said this old squirrel.
This old squirrel is having a hard time getting his motor running on this labour day holiday. So, I'm sitting here having another cup of coffee, stop by the Permafrost Ranch Web Site today and view the cams. They are up and running. And in memorial on this labour day to the man I stole the Permafrost Ranch moniker from: The late Jerry Fears