The Gang Only Scatters When the Train Passes by and Blows the Horn
This is the scene for most of the day in the northernmost area of my backyard, where I feed my woodland creatures. During the winter, the squirrels and chipmunks use the stacked boat docks on the marina's side over the fence like a jungle gym, crossing over to my Japanese Elm tree and down to their... Sign in to see full entry.