The squirrel is back

I woke up this morning to the pitter-patter of little feet on the roof. At first I thought it was Santa and the reindeer, but then I realized he’s still 86 days away. As I listened more, I thought, “I know that sound.” When I heard the sound move from the roof to the outside wall I ran out to the deck where, after a trek of seven years and 3,000 miles, my little friend found me.

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