Sunday afternoon I sat in my chair reading a book when I heard what sounded like little footsteps over my head. I then heard them again, so I went out to see what it was. I was hoping I didn’t have a critter in the attic and it was just something on the roof. When I got out front, I saw the culprit come running down one tree and shoot up another. She then sat on a branch and watched me carefully.
She made a motion for my bird feeder, but then thought better of it and headed up the tree.
Perhaps she then scampered up to Pennsylvania and got into one of Carolyn’s stories.