squirrely

I think maybe I've given the crows a bad rap. They've never actually come that close to attacking me. And the constant caw-cawing might just be their way of saying "hello, Karen" or "we've got your back." I'm going to try not to look freaked out every time I see them and see what happens.

Unrelated, my dad sometimes chases squirrels away from our walnut tree in the back yard. He looks like a crazy old man when he does, but I almost pee my pants because it's so funny. Once he chased a squirrel the length of our yard and yelled at it, like that was going to teach that squirrel a lesson. He's also hung old shirts on the tree and wrapped an old water heater around the trunk to keep the squirrels away, but they're smarter than that. They jump into the tree from the side fence, flying into the branches where it's a free-for-all. Apparently the problem is they bury the walnuts in the lawn, but forget where they've put them and then the lawnmower hits them and it dulls the blade.

I come by the craziness honestly, at least.