Working Squirrely Hard for Breakfast

Poor little guy; he nearly bought the farm two or three times!

"Gotta git me some bird seed... gotta git me some bird seed..."

"First, you have to balance just right on this rebar..."

"...keep a good grip with the hind toes..."

"...strrrrretch..."

He has his cheek pouches all full now

... and his brother is awaiting his turn.

To get back to the deck railing, you let go with one paw, turn, ...

... and swwwwing around the rebar --

... all the way around...

... let go at juuusssst the right time -- and 

... land back on the railing.

Now to chow down on all the seeds stored in the cheek pouches.

Shells go flying, seeds go down the hatch.

Nom nom nom nom nom...

And back to the feeder!

Uh, oh... losing grip... losing grip...

AAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.......

WHOOOOOOAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!

He managed to fling himself over to the big beams that stick out from under the deck, which is one story up.

And he didn't lose the seeds in his pouches, either!

Nor did it scare him off; he's ready for more.

But it seems to have made him just leery enough to give him a bit of difficulty on the next go-around,

... so that he alllllmost didn't take enough of a spin to get back around the rebar.

Slipping dowwwwwwwnnn...

(pant pant pant)  "Whew, that was close.  But I made it!"

"And here I go again!"

But his toes keep slipping on that rebar!  Maybe it's too cold to keep a good grip.

Whoa... 

Eeeeeek...

"Made it!  Or....."

"--did I?!  Helllllllllllp..."

(scramble scramble scramble)

And... back up he comes.

He's coming over to the window, looking up at me, chattering quietly...

...hopping onto the deck table...

"Couldn't you just put the seed in here, so I don't have endanger me po' ol' tailfeathers tryin' to get at it?!"