Bubbles is back with a few proposals.
"Oh yes, what are those then?"
"Did you volunteer for this, or did everyone step back and you were the only one left in front? That happened to me once." He looked bashful and pressed on.
"They heard about those dried mealworms I bought, didn't they? Those are supposed to be for the colder months. There's still plenty of your natural food out there you know." He pressed on.
"That's more like it then. Come back tomorrow and you'll have a nice surprise. I am always willing to compromise, within reason."
And that's how it goes on a Saturday Morning at the Bird Feeder, when Bubbles stops by every day, bless him, but his flock think it's too far to fly to splash in a pool and not get fed tasty dried up meal worms for their hors d'oeuvres! You would think flying from the trees down the road was a journey to the moon.
Mrs. Squirrel also stops by every day, but she has babies to feed. Maybe I should help? I saw her with a whole mouthful of leaves this afternoon, more than I thought it possible to carry. I know her nest way up there in the treetop is being fortified. Life goes on around here and sometimes you need a little help from your friends.
Thank you for reading today's whimsical tale. I hope you are all having a great weekend.
From the photos so that our international blogging friends can translate using my sidebar gadget.
Photo 1:
"I am back with a few proposals."
Photo 2:
"They told me they can't justify a spa day on an empty stomach."
Photo 3:
"We are willing to overlook the fact that your neighbor has a much shinier birdbath if you start feeding us again."
Photo 4:
"We also miss Froggies3, Sophie Squirrel and the Missing Bunnies."
Photo 5:
"And you thought I was cheeky!"
