Little Old Women - Are you smarter than a squirrel?

Donna Sears

I saw the fox today! That beautiful creature has been trotting across the backyard for weeks. She sets our dog Ivy into hysterical bouts of high-pitched screaming and frantic trips to every available window and screen door in the house. I could never get to a window fast enough to see the fox, until today. I was at the kitchen sink, checking out the busy birds at the feeders, when there went the fox, in search of a squirrel for lunch. Ivy, daughter Lee, and even visitors, have seen her several times, and now that my old peepers have spotted her, I can no longer think of her as a mythical beast.

That was how I viewed the herds of elk who roamed the high country in Arizona where Al and I often camped with his kids and theirs. Everyone but you-know-who saw those enormous animals, but never me. On a day when Al put me behind him on the ATV and went looking for elk, we didn’t see any because they were strolling around our campsite while we were gone.

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