OK ... we all know how long and dragged out this winter has been for some of us.
Nearly to the breaking point of our sanity, which was hanging on by a tiny, tiny, barely there thread as it was.
I think "the squirrel" knew this and found a way to get back at me for chasing him out of the garden so many times last year.
He mentally registered each episode so he could finally get me back all in one swipe.
So ...... what did he do that made me CRACK ?
Zephirine Drouhin (one of my favorite roses) is the VICTIM of this bad ass gangster, "get you back in spades" member of the "squirrel mafia," king pin.
We were in shock watching him ? climb down and up, with a gourmet type selected portion of my said favorite climbing rose, and stared wide eyed at us, while savoring said portion, it in front of me.
All Husband could get out was "grab the camera ! look at the squirrel on the railing!" .. seriously ?
Not .. " quick open the door and scare the crackers out of this thug, he is eating your favorite rose !"
Such is life in the Great WHITE North, our brain cells are so "done with winter", we watch squirrels eat our favorite garden babies for entertainment?