For squirrels…. our yard is a little bit of Paradise, yes it is. The Promised Squirrel Land. Utopia. Shangri-La. Bushy Tailed Bliss. That is…. before WE showed up.

The yard holds a line of well established trees. A great balance of sun and shade. A water source, in the way of a small fountain, and nice, soft ground. Oh so nice to dig around & hide things therein…..

So here’s how it played out before we arrived here in October. At least, my best guess.

All summer long, the little squirrels gathered a boat load of nuts. They preceded to bury them in our yard. Great strategic planning for the rest of the winter…. right? Theoretically.

Like I said. This was a great place until we showed up. We….which includes three dogs. Three squirrel-chasing-dogs.

The battle between these two parties intensifies on a daily basis.

The squirrels try to retrieve their nuts. The dogs try to retrieve the squirrels. The chasers and the chased.

So now the word is out on the squirrel street.

When we take our walks, the dogs and I…. we are frequently hit on the heads with acorns, pecans, walnuts…. you name it nutty…. it hits us.

I do NOT think this is coincidental. No. Not at all. The squirrels have it out for us.  A vendetta.   And wouldn’t you know it?  They have great aim.

They taunt us. I am starting to get a nervous twitch.

Why, just the other day, I think one of them was giving me the Peace Sign minus one.

I am not sure how to resolve this conflict… but it is getting out of hand.

So tonight I took my iPod with some portable speakers out back… and played a little John Lennon for my friends in the trees….

“Imagine all the people living life in peace. You may say I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I hope someday you’ll join us, and the world will be as one.”

I don’t know if this is going to work or not… but a few of them were swaying back and forth and holding up their little Bic Lighters.

All we are saying… is give peace a chance.