This birdhouse is actually on our neighbors property but it faces our backyard. It gets a lot of use during the spring. Not only for birds, but last year we saw a squirrel family in there. I’ll never forget the day the mama squirrel popped her head out with her hairless baby in its mouth. Not a pretty sight. She looked at me, headed down the post, and off she went. Gracie happened to see that too and went racing off after her.

She is obsessed with squirrels and I’m convinced they are obsessed with her too. They taunt her by hanging out on the fence posts waiting for her to come outside.

We were outside the other day, and I laughed because I saw her staring intently at the house and I had to take a shot of her. I actually really love that shot. It tells a great story. But my new blog format doesn’t look as pretty with just one vertical image, so I threw in one of her being a poser as well.

Ignore the chickenwire. We are trying to grow our grass back. Trying. Seattle hasn’t caught on yet that it is spring.