Cookie's Bliss


SquirrelBorn of a need to elevate myself from the trench of over-concern for my parents, I hereby create a Bliss Blog category.

At the end of the day, I pledge to take the time to identify at least one thing that made me smile and those memories that migrate to Plastic Farm Animals will become bliss blog fodder.

So, here is today’s moment of bliss: I stepped outside the back door this morning, encountering a small squirrel (aren’t they all small?) beneath the bird feeder, eating fallen seeds. The squirrel sat up straight and started chattering. It tickled my funny bone to have such a little thing fearlessly giving me the What For like that.

When Bob joined me out the back door, the squirrel scampered off to its tree and perched there, staring at me. Bob said the squirrel was probably letting us know that the new squirrel proof birdfeeder wasn’t supposed to be part of our rental agreement; that the other tenants never tried to stop it from eating out of the bird feeders and perhaps we should consider reversing our discriminatory decision.

By Camille Armantrout

Camille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.