squirrel transitional housing

Squirrel Transitional Housing Unit

Free| Studio Loft | Whitter Historic Neighborhood

Features:

5 metal jump posts

extended iron walkway ramp

large wooden balcony

recycled building materials for those eco-concious folk

artist arched doorway

great view 

plenty of room for food storage

insulated heating

wood floors

close to downtown

i am sure upon reading the title, you thought i was trying to random or funny to attract attention. oh no, brace yourself, it's true this post is in all seriousness about squirrel transitional housing. 

upon brandon and i moving into his recently purchased new home, we realized there were already current tenants. a large, fully functioning squirrel community. our roof rafters were their highway system.  aidan was actually particularly happy to be the welcoming crew and possibly their assassin. he could and does spend whole days, watching and attacking the squirrels. but poor aidan grew up with lazy, timid suburban squirrels. he has now met his match with city squirrels. these squirrels have no fear and least of all boundaries. they will get get 5 feet from aidan, dangle from a branch and squeak.  

now there have been enough factors to fix in the house to distract us from the squirrel issue but as winter approaches it has been decided the problem must be solved. 

a beebee gun is an obvious solution, so is plugging up the entry ways. but brandon, who beat and tortured me up with no mercy as a child, has recently become a squirrel humanitarian/activist. he decided that instead of just kicking them out, he would build them a home, conveniently located a few feet from their current one, so as not to leave the squirrels wondering and displaced around the neighborhood.  so brandon spent a whole afternoon and created the above squirrel transitional housing unit, which coincidentally is not the only transitional housing unit in our neighborhood.

now, stay tune to see my post about the wasp hive. . .

360 degree view

this is how i labor day. 

i cast the first stone

so i have decided to postpone my trip to the land of wonder and exotic (africa) or as my mother refers to it the dark, scary continent in which i will never return from. there are a lot of variables that come into play with a decision. sometimes it is combination of smaller ones and the possibilities of others that seem to play the greatest effect. africa is there and my feelings for it have not changed. so stay tuned to see what happens. 

family glue

the day began in an extended sprint, the clouds were hanging but warmth hovered in the air.  work passed in a zoom as requests came in and out. my mouth was moving and fingers typed but moments my mind whirled. i hopped on my two wheels and pedaled past textures and colors that have become the norm. upon arrival, i was greeted with a tail waggin' but no one more.  i casually tossed my yoke and was headed to continuing the routine, until i spied.  there on the flat, oak table was a nondescript package with my very name. i looked around so as to not jinx the discovery. i picked up, turned over, looked around and then proceeded to tear open. layer by layer, sweet words and delicate details roused my anticipation and kindled my emotions. till finally, underneath a thin coating of tissue appeared butterfly wings and rings of silver. lucky me, i not only received a sentimental, elegantly crafted piece of body ornament but a new sister who i think shares a part of my very soul.