Squirrels

Our park is well-stocked with oak trees and positively swarming with squirrels. D1 has been taking more and more notice of them. One day last week she was quite entranced to watch a squirrel sitting up and working on a nut.

A little while later, we were playing with acorns on the ground and I found a cracked one. I opened it up and showed her the nut in side. “He cracks it and then he eats it!” she said, evidently remembering what she had seen the squirrel do. I've had to crack open a lot of acorns since then.

At lunchtime, we're reading the following poem, from the Childcraft book:

Whisky Frisky,
Hippity-hop
Up he goes
To the treetop!

Whirly, twirly,
Round and round,
Down he scampers
To the ground.

Furly, curly,
What a tail!
Tall as a feather,
Broad as a sail!

Where's his supper?
In the shell,
Snap, cracky,
Out it fell.

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