This morning my dog was in a tizzy in the back yard - nothing new there, but when I went out to get her, I saw why. There was a mother squirrel trying to teach her babies how to jump from tree to tree, but they were reluctant to leave their perch on my neighbor's cart. I'll be cussing at them later in the summer, but they sure are cute when they're little!
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Sweet the coming on
Of grateful evening mild; then silent night
With this her solemn bird and this fair moon,
And these the gems of heaven, her starry train.
--John Milton