The Watcher...

She watched me as I sat on our patio working on a project. I didn't notice, until later that she was missing parts of two toes on her left rear foot. My mind immediately began to construct a scenario for how she had been injured. But then I considered that perhaps it wasn't an injury after all. Perhaps it was a birth defect, she had been born that way. Naturally, it was all in my head as she seemed to be a healthy, curious and happy squirrel. Even happier when I tossed her a few peanuts! Check the *extra...
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