It seems like forever that I have posted pictures of my squirrel, whose name is Skipper by the way. After he recieved his new name we built him a big ol' honkin' cage out beside the woods' edge. This past weekend he spent his first night in it and loved it. There are plenty of branches wired up for him to climb on and his little pink hammock to snooze in. This weekend he will be getting a cedar squirrel snacker box , a rope swing, and hopefully I will have time to make his new nest box.
Anyway, here are some pictures of him in his new digs.
Since I have more than one person named Homer in my family and roots in West Virginia, I feel qualified to speak on wooden wall paneling. Somewhere a while ago in this blog I ranted about the Devil's conspiracy with Lowe's and lumberyards across this God-fearing land to corrupt the poor folk by making wood paneling so cheap as to not be resisted. Back in the 70's and 80's Beelzebub wanted us to feel like we were in the pits of Hell itself while in our own hunter's lodge oak-paneled living rooms. Paneling is Satan's spawn. Repent and REPAINT!
My friend ,LW, is in the middle of redoing an old trailer and is painting her dark funky 70's paneling. With every brush stroke I can imagine God smiling down on her little aluminum box. So send good juju her way and maybe doante a bit of cash so she can hire a hunky man to finish her painting. (LW, you know I love ya girl!)