Steven the squirrel

So going back sometime when my father was still here. My parents came to help us move and spend some time visiting. So Dad went outside on to our deck to look around and he found a friend, steven the squirrel. So excitedly he came inside and grabed a potato that I cooked up for lunch, put it in a bowl and waited. Nothing happened.

The next day my parents went out and bought some bird feed, and so dad grabed the bowl and went out there and poured some bird seed in it and waited. Nothing happened. Then the time came for my parents to leave and they did not get to see steven.

On tuesday there was a beautiful snow frosting the ground and the trees, and when I woke up I grabed my camera to go out and take pictures of the trees in all thier beauty. And when I walked to the door of the deck there he was, Steven. And I just stood there and said, "Squirrel!" Then Andreas came up looked at the squirrel, "take a picture," he said and then I realised that I had my camera in my hand. So from behind the glass door I started to take pictures as Steven just chugged the food back. Then we slowly opened the door and took some more pictures still standing inside. Then Andreas took the camera and started to proceed out towards Steven taking pictures and he got some great shots. And Steven unlike most human beings didn't mind having his picture taken while he was eating. He even stopped to pose. Steven has come back many times to visit us so we are trying to keep him well fed.