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“Where do you think he’s going?” I asked my wife. We were watching as a squirrel climbed a spruce tree outside our kitchen window and cautiously made his way toward the end of a branch.
The creature’s gaze was fixed on the bright red bird feeder hanging on a shepherd’s hook about eight feet from the tree.
“I think he’s going to jump for it,” I said. But the thin branch bowed under the squirrel’s w...