Home is where the heart is.
Home is also where the nest is.
As long as they leave my cabin alone, I wish the red squirrels a happy home in this ancient old maple tree along our road.
The first year, after the cabin home-away-from-home was built, the red squirrels chewed a large hole at the bottom of the door.
The second year, the door blew open while I was away, and they chewed the top of the large cooler, trying to access the dried soups, cookies, raisins, sunflower seeds, chocolate bar, and perhaps the rosehip tea.
That was the price of befriending them.
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