Back on the farm, it was rabbits. Here in the city, Marge's nemesis is the squirrel.
They are city squirrels. Which means they are quite bold.
This particular one sat here on our front porch for a very long time.
Frankly, I don't think it looks very comfortable.
I think it enjoys tormenting Marge by sitting there just out of Marge's grasp.
It drives Marge absolutely crazy.
Poor Marge
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I've had squirrels run under the chair I was sitting on, and stay within a foot and a half from me when I'm walking around the neighborhood. the audacity!
poor marge!
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