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Sent for our amusement, pleasuring admiration, our funny bones, and galore (glory)  of creation, Texas squirrels are nuts, like crazy,chasing each other , up trees, across the wide expanse of the backyard, where’s the Davy Crockett sharpshooters when you really need them? (1) now that baby rabbit, fearless or stupid, insists on running on our deck, looking for applause for his skinny legs hopping neath the chaise lounges, at any ole time, guess this ain’t the love poem you were expecting, then again you’d be wrong again and agin, but the grandkids going, going, gone and applause muted anyway, one of these days gonna stop and chat with these two species, what they’re thinking about, the human menagerie,  its depleted numbers, wherefore and why, did the reduction of the human stockyard, emboldened them to occupy territory they’d otherwise shy away, hear what they say, gonna make a good poem p.s. the avians yap and caw 24 hrs a day, presumptuous beasties noisy _____________________________________________________________ (1) “In fact there wouldn't be a Texas if it weren't for squirrel stew. Don't condemn the idea of stewing your squirrel problems away. That's right! Davy Crockett and his Tennessee sharpshooters wouldn't have reached puberty if it were not for squirrel stew. Besides, what do you think they ate on the long trip from Tennessee to the Alamo? Enchiladas? Nope! You guessed it--squirrel stew.” https://aggie-horticulture.tamu.edu/plantanswers/recipes/squirrel.html
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Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 8:48 AM UTC
Texas crazy squirrels, baby rabbit, and the human menagerie
Sent for our amusement, pleasuring admiration, our funny bones, and galore (glory)  of creation, Texas squirrels are nuts, like crazy,chasing each other , up trees, across the wide expanse of the backyard, where’s the Davy Crockett sharpshooters when you really need them? (1) now that baby rabbit, fearless or stupid, insists on running on our deck, looking for applause for his skinny legs hopping neath the chaise lounges, at any ole time, guess this ain’t the love poem you were expecting, then again you’d be wrong again and agin, but the grandkids going, going, gone and applause muted anyway, one of these days gonna stop and chat with these two species, what they’re thinking about, the human menagerie,  its depleted numbers, wherefore and why, did the reduction of the human stockyard, emboldened them to occupy territory they’d otherwise shy away, hear what they say, gonna make a good poem p.s. the avians yap and caw 24 hrs a day, presumptuous beasties noisy _____________________________________________________________ (1) “In fact there wouldn't be a Texas if it weren't for squirrel stew. Don't condemn the idea of stewing your squirrel problems away. That's right! Davy Crockett and his Tennessee sharpshooters wouldn't have reached puberty if it were not for squirrel stew. Besides, what do you think they ate on the long trip from Tennessee to the Alamo? Enchiladas? Nope! You guessed it--squirrel stew.” https://aggie-horticulture.tamu.edu/plantanswers/recipes/squirrel.html
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Jun 17, 2020
Jun 17, 2020 at 8:48 AM UTC
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