Squirrels, squirrels and more squirrels

Recently, Emma's nana and Bubba set up a bird feeder in our back yard so we could learn about all of our local feathered friends. We are also learning about squirrels. Persistent, multiplying, karate squirrels that will stop at nothing to get sunflower seeds. Every time I see one scaling the tiny pole that holds up the bird feeder I hear the Mission Impossible theme song.

Emma and Daisy love the squirrels. Daisy loves to chase them (she wouldn't know what to do if she actually caught one) and Emma loves to watch Daisy chase them. They don't really bother me too much. I like to see what they are capable of. Dan, on the other hand, hates squirrels. This week, he found the one and only redeeming quality of Daisy, that she likes to chase them. He says she is getting fast and he seems really excited that she might catch one. We will see.

We are on constant squirrel watch. Daisy and Emma sit all day long staring at the bird feeder. Searching the trees for those beady little eyes. Welcoming the thieves. Emma takes her her squirrel watching duty very seriously. She will come and announce whenever there is a squirrel. She tells me first, then Daisy. Dan is kept out of the loop. She can't say squirrel so instead she says "mommy! Daisy (and some little clicking sound she makes that she is sure sounds just like a squirrel). If you come to our house, don't be alarmed if my daughter starts clicking at you. She is just telling you about the squirrels :)

While Emma takes her squirrel patrol very seriously, sometimes she gets a little tired and has to delegate duties to others. Saturday she told me "Baby, click click click" Later I found this.

The squirrels got all of the bird seed on "baby's watch." A a result of this security breech, her duties have been reassigned :)