It could just be that I’ve read a little too much Little House On The Prairie, or Sign Of The Beaver, but I’m noticing things in my yard, and the city surrounding me that give me concern.

Namely, the critters.

Now, they are pests in the first place, I’ll give them that, but it seems to me that the squirrels are especially squirrely.   They started early harvesting nuts from the trees, burying them, literally everywhere.  I’ve found half-eaten apples buried in the dirt as well.  I realize that maybe a squirrel has nothing better to do than to scavenge and hide it’s food, but it seems more frantic to me.

And there’s the rabbits.  They’ve been content with munching a little here, munching a little there, but in the last week, it seems they’ve become frantic.  The carrot tops?  Sheared completely.  The Swiss Chard patch, and the one Kale plant that I was excited about have been sheared off as well.  As in gone.  As in, maybe they know something we don’t know and are stuffing their bellies before a long, hard winter sets in.

Is it possible?  Of course it is.  If I was living in the early 1800’s I’d be out in the woods, looking for a muskrat lodge or a beaver dam, to see how thick the mud is.

I hope I’m wrong.