The squirrels in my own world are less vicious, but way stranger. They have been leaving plastic bags of bagels on the front porch. Every time we throw one away, they bring another one. They have been barking at me lately, too. Anyone have any idea what this is about?
While I try to figure out this mystery, I've been working on my woolen squirrels.
|I finished one.|
|I think it is pretty sexy|
|They are a little narrow....I should have used slightly bigger needles.|
|But I really do love them so...|