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My mother is obsessed with the little critters that come to our backyard. She has a bird feeder, a squirrel feeder, a bird bath, and a chair near the bird feeder so the squirrels can hop up onto the feeder. When a squirrel or bird comes around, she yelps, "ooh! A blue jay!" or whatever animal it is. Emily makes fun of her for it (Josh used to partake, also) and I can see why, but I decided to refrain. Regardless, it is quite amusing to see how much her face lights up. I would liken it to the way she looks when we return from being away. She knows she's provided a living thing somewhere comforting, filling, and well-lit. We are her little squirrels. Our backyard is a sight to behold these days, as well. The light in Fresno is pretty beautiful this time of year, and everything is blooming. The pool is clean. The patio, swept. You can't help but feel like Snow White when you step onto our patio and look out at a couple little squirrels on the fence and a few birds lounging in the bath or on the feeder. Good work, Mom.