I had some extra French bread (stale) and rather than throwing it in the garbage, I thought to give it to the animals in my new neighborhood. For a city neighborhood, we have lots of trees, and a creek and a wooded area nearby and I've noticed both squirrels and lots of birds - including some raptors.
Thinking that someone would like the bread, I threw it off my porch two days ago. Last night, I came home to see that it had disappeared. I was very happy that it hadn't gone to waste.
About an hour later I'm settling in to a chair in my living room, catching up on an episode of the Sopranos, and I hear a scrabbling at the corner window. I walk over, and who is it but my friendly neighborhood squirrel. Now I'm on the second floor and the house has a wood siding so he was able to climb up it like it was a tree.
I opened the window and leaned out and saw the little fellow just below the window. In his mouth was a large piece of French bread. He was apparently looking for a safe place to chow down.
Made my evening.
Posted by artandscience at April 7, 2006 06:39 AM