Squirrel training...

Male Painted Bunting
Green Painted Bunting
Male Painted Buntings
Green Painted Buntings
Male Painted Buntings
Green Painted Buntings
Redbellied Woodpecker
Fox Squirrel
Fox Squirrel
Downy Woodpecker
Clearly these are Pollywog Creek days to embrace - before sultry summer all too soon presses in - stifling and oppressive.
February days - when spring unfolds under a canopy of cerulean, and a palette of painted buntings hides in the tangle of brush and vine along the creek and flocks two-by-two to the feeders.
Days of leisure on the backyard swing with lattes, books, music and sunlight - as a pesky fox squirrel - not content with the peanuts I leave him - raids the bird feeders when I look away. Squirrel training is not my gift.
In a multitude of ways, these embraceable days are predictable - comforting and reassuring. Painted buntings arrive in winter and azalea blooms herald spring. Creation testifies - to the faithfulness of the One Who painted the bunting's rainbow plumage and the tulip's velvet petals.
"The heavens declare the glory of God, and the sky above proclaims his handiwork." ~ Psalm 19:1