Since we're on the subject of squirrels, and it is Autumn, and apparently the squirrel(s) are still harassing Alta's yard items, I found this poem to celebrate 'the squirrel'.
His store of nuts and acorns now
The squirrel hastes to gain,
And sets his house in order for
The winter's dreary reign.
- Joyce Cary
So, Alta, maybe your backyard is in his way....
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