My new best friends!

I'd like you to meet my new best friends, these are my wild yet almost friendly squirrels that bound around the apartments here on a daily basis.

Before I came over to join him, Matt put up a squirrel feeder, which at first wasn't much of a success, however, now, they seem to love it.

Squirrels are, it would seem rather clever, they don't scrape the food from the bottom of the feeder's dispenser, oh nope, they lift the lid a take the gourmet squirrel food from the top.

I think we've got three, which is the most I've seen at any one time, they all have different personalities and tendencies. There is one that's really timid, she's called Betsy and in the top photo, she's the one in the tree. (I'm only guessing she's a girl, I'm not good at sexing wild grey squirrels, she could very well be a boy, but I don't want to tell her that, I mean it would be so confusing, I've seen an Oprah about girls who thought they were girls but were really boys with girls tastes!)

The big boisterous boy squirrel I'm currently calling Marvin is the brave one of the bunch, he's the one that doesn't bolt into the nearest tree when I pop out with the old camera to try and get a photo. Nope, he stays there, or he'll happily pose in a tree, almost mocking me "Are you gonna take my photo or what, you semi hairless creature?" He also leaves more squirrel poo on the end of the balcony than the other two put together.

The third of the bunch, who is nameless at the moment - can you come up with a name for him/her/it? Likes to run the full length of the balcony before he quickly snatches a nut or a seed, sits on the end of the balcony to munch it down with scarily sharp teeth.

I think they could be Mexicans are I've tried talking to them, but they don't understand what I'm saying, just like those Mexican restaurant staff. Perhaps they just don't understand English, mind you that not unusual here, at lot of the locals look at me as if I have three heads, am painted green and come from the planet Og when I speak.

Matt's started his new job and seems to have more time off than actually work, which is nice, but also a little concerning as he is on an hourly wage, so no work means no pay. However, he seems to be enjoying it and it's not pushing carts for Wal-Mart, which as a job kinda sucked, to tell the truth. But, it's a job, which during this time of economic drudge are pretty hard to come by, even in the land of opportunity.

Oh, well it's a Friday night, I've got shower, shit and shave, not necessarily in the that order, as Matt's taking me out when he gets home. Oh fuck me, can you hear that, I'm sounding exactly like a sorry old maid, like the little housewife, sitting talking to the wild life while hubby is out earning the wages and bringing home the bacon (veggie bacon in our case!) and waiting for him to come home in order for us to go out ! I'm not, wish to make it crystal clean the little woman, and just because I'm not working and Matt is, that it means he's the one that wears the trousers in this relationship. That is not the case............

or is it?