Hey, it’s rough out there for us squirrels. Dogs and cats chase us, hawks hunt us from the air, and all we’re trying to do is scratch out a living, y’know? I’m telling ya, if I didn’t have a little nip once and a while to steady my nerves, I’d go nuts.
Needs a tiny paper bag, Sharon H.
Aw, skwerl can come in and hang with me. I have some Bailey’s and I am happy to share.
*pours kraken for backyard wildlife*
Hahahahaha.
Someone buy him a bottle of Old Bushytailmills for Christmas!
Dunno,
he looks like a Jim Beam man to me.
He’s on the fence about it, for sure.
Rough time preparing for hibernation, I see.