Life on the Road In America with Elmo and Gracie. aka: Bob and Cathy
Monday, August 15, 2016
A Squirrel In Our World
For two days I was mystified by a tapping sound on the roof of our RV. Then, I noticed this rubble on the ground.
I moved away from the RV, and way up high in tree branches right over our rig was one of those rats with bushy tails. He was wreaking havoc on the poor cottonwood, ripping off tender bark from new shoots and nibbling the inner layer. He tossed his garbage with no regard to green recycling. I chuckled to myself this morning as we broke camp and headed south to Colorado Springs. I must have been a sight for the first few miles as I showered cars behind with what must have been 50 or more pieces of this rejected bark that had fallen on the RV roof.