Baby Nutt Chronicles: This squirrel is nuts!

 Baby Nutt Chronicles: This squirrel is nuts!

By: Lisa Morgan

Baby Nutt

How do you feed a baby squirrel? You feed a baby squirrel with a syringe that you can purchase at a feed store, your local vet or possibly Walmart. The baby bottles may aspirate the baby & cause him/her to get fluid on their lungs & die. Be careful when feeding not to go too fast. My bay squirrel just had a birthday last Saturday. It's hard for me to believe Baby Nutt, my orphaned squirrel is almost 9 weeks old now. Where has the time gone? When Baby Nutt was 7 weeks old, I introduced avocado  pieces into his diet.along with the milk formula he drinks daily. It has been amazing to watch him grow from a tiny 3 week old squirrel with basically fuzz all over, into a rambunctious grey squirrel with a fluffy tail.


 He graduated from the small pet carrier, that he had been living in from the age of 3 weeks until 5 weeks of age, to a large pet carrier, in which he now takes up residence. It is a fully equipped squirrel crib with small tree limbs horizontally crossing through the holes on the sides; this makes a cross hatch pattern, for Baby Nutt to climb & swing upon.  He discovered he could jump last week. My husband yelled at the TV & it startled Baby Nutt who went from being asleep to leaping straight up in the air & hitting his little head on the top of the pet carrier, with a resounding thud! It was funny, but it felt bad for Baby Nutt, who appeared to be shaken for a moment. He shook it off like a trooper & it was at that moment Nutter Butter had an epiphany! He realized he could jump. Well suffice it to say he has gone form being a baby squirrel to a teenage spider monkey. He's bouncing off the walls literally.

Baby Nutt eating avocado.

Baby Nutt has also become quite affectionate. He has been smelling me from the beginning but last week when he started running across my arms, up & down my back; he began approaching my face to dole out mini kisses upon my nose or my cheek. Twice this week he decided it would be exciting to climb to the tallest part of Mom, my head. Luckily, I keep my hair up in a hair clip when I tend to him or let him out to play in my office. No he does not roam free in my office, unless you consider him scaling me like a mountain climber, to be roaming free.

It is quite amusing to see him shaking the door of the pet carrier. I give Baby Nutt a voice, so that when he shakes the pet carrier door I yell,"Attica, Attica!" Baby Nutt always looks at me as though I'm nuts. (Pun intended.) It's always interesting down here on the Funny Farm. A good example of the chaos, is when I stepped out on my front porch to feed the stray cat Pops, that apparently has adopted us, that's when I was startled by the opossum who I thought was just passing by last fall. He's twice as big as he was in the fall, so I'm assuming he has been eating cat food for months from the porch, thus his size. Cats, dogs, a squirrel & a opossum oh my! Like I said, "Funny Farm". Sometimes I feel like I've been transported back 50 years to an episode of the TV sitcom "Green Acres" & it extended into the next TV sitcom "Beverly Hillbillies" only without the uber oil wealth. (giggling)

Baby Nutt the messy eater with avocado & carrots scattered about.

Until we meet again at this same blog, have a blessed week. Remember no matter how chaotic your life is, at least you're not living on a Funny Farm & there is always someone less fortunate than you, with much less than you are blessed with. If you have your health you're a wealthy person indeed. God bless!

Thank you for spending your time with me,
Lisa Morgan
Author Get Beach Slapped
Muse at Maxim Chic Media

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Thoughts from the Porch: Bearing Fruit

 

 

 

 

 Thoughts from the porch: Bearing Fruit               by Lisa Morgan

Blessed are those who are selfless enough to plant a fruit or nut tree, knowing they may not ever partake of the bounty the tree will bear. This selfless act of laboring for future generation to eat should be looked upon as blessing for mankind & the animal kingdom who would partake of the fruit or nuts from the branches. We look upon being rich or wealthy to be measured in gold, silver, currency, but we should in reality look upon those with seeds as the wealthiest. God gave us seeds to plant. We are supposed to see this as a blessing for future nourishment for our bodies. Yet how many of us toss out seeds or pits, without a second thought.

 

 

 

 If perchance food became scarce; then the seeds, pits & yes the bottoms of root vegetables would become priceless. What today you see as garbage, could be the wealth of the future. Remember that tree may take years to grow before it produces & even a blueberry bush may take 3 years to bear fruit. The point is if we all collected the seeds from food we purchase, then we planted the seeds, the bounty would be amazing. Just a thought to ponder the next time you eat an apple, peach, blueberry, pecan, almond, avocado etc. Where does the wealthy individual lie? We are blessed more than we can imagine even if we are too blind to see. That's all from the porch swing for now as I eat an apple & place the seeds in my seed box.

PS. Squirrels & Birds love raw veggies & fruit when you have pieces left over that are raw please toss them in your yard. When I do they are gone the next day. God takes care of the least among us.

Thanks for spending your time with me,

Lisa Morgan

Author, Blogger, Maxim Chic Media & Consulting Agency (Muse & CEO)

www.getbeachslapped.blogspot.com 

 

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Green Acres is the place for me? Could be!

written by: Lisa Morgan                                                 10/21/2016


Did any of you see the sitcom Green Acres? Ah of course you did because if you are too young to remember that sitcom then you would most likely not be reading this blog post. I wonder how many people some 45 years after the sitcom would actually ditch the city to live on a farm or at the very least in a rural community with country folks? I for one would have no problem with it whatsoever.

I do acknowledge there are some drawbacks to being in a rural area such as not having shopping centers, fine dining, entertainment, access to a 24 hour convenience store with gas pumps, mass transit. You do know that those are the very reasons why you would also choose a farming community or rural area to live. It's about experiencing a simpler lifestyle, which is not for the faint of heart, who fret over being being more than three miles from what they desire at the moment.

Following the red brick path is not the same as following the yellow brick road, people work hard in a rural area; they farm the land or at the least grow gardens from which they eat versus going to a super market. The red brick path leads to a farmhouse in a quaint country area where people do not put on Gucci, they put on working boots & jeans. The path of red bricks are worn from hard work, families going to & fro from the front porch, as the screen door slams. You will inevitably hear a female voice say,"Don't slam that screen door!" The brick path that leads up to the front steps of a farmhouse is not pretentious, what it is for many is a way of life to follow the straight & narrow path. There is something to be said for taking a simple approach to life, following your heart, not caring about opinions of people who do not live in your community or who do not know you, doing what you love & loving what you do. Life is short & some people seem to figure that out long before others hence they live every day with purpose.

I think Green Acres is the life for me. It's a good thing this blog is not in stereo where you could actually hear me sing the theme song to the show. My dogs just looked at me like I was in pain, lots of pain.  I digress from the idea of living simple. No one is keeping you from achieving your goals but you! If you desire to live in the country, in rural America, on the side of a mountain or in a seaside fishing village; then make that move. YOLO means you only live once, so why not start living simple.

The only things we regret at the end of our lives are the missed opportunities, that we were too scared to reach out & grasp. I have missed a few, squandered others & I hope to make the most of the ones life offers to me from here on out, until the good Lord above calls my name. Until the next installment of my blog remember there are far worse things you can do than be self sufficient, thrifty, handy, purposeful. Watch for an opportunity, as it will pass you by like a warm summer breeze through the oak trees.

Thank you for taking your time to join me,
Lisa Morgan
Get Beach Slapped author

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I had a Farmhouse in America (spoken in Meryl Streep's voice)...A Funny farm!

I'm seriously considering purchasing a farmhouse. I thought I'd never move again. "Never say never for that is exactly what you will do" is my mother's motto and yes my mother is once again correct, as always. I am on a quest to find the perfect or imperfect farmhouse to acquire before I retire. Hmmmm.... kind of catchy don't you think? I will be blogging throughout the process which I'm sure there will have many ups and downs, as all home buying experiences usually possess. Oddly enough I feel like I'm coming home in my soul and yes I suppose I am coming back home. Who said you can never go back home? Oh yes that would have been my dearly departed Dad many, many moons ago when I was in my early twenties.

Actually a farmhouse anywhere in the south would suit me. Alabama, Georgia, Tennessee, South or North Carolina maybe Florida or Louisiana. Texas is not out of the running. The idea of having acreage with fruit trees, a garden, a view, a flowing creek appeals to the down to earth side of me. Getting back to my country girl roots is something that I would not have envisioned a decade ago. My how things change! It reminds me of what my mama has always said, "Be careful what you say you won't do, for it's exactly what you will end up doing, if you're not careful." Funny how God's plans for our lives will supersede our plotted out distorted version of paradise. Sometimes that dirt road looks mighty appealing especially when walking another step on pavement seem impractical.

I've always wanted to give my homestead a name. A name that reflects who my husband & I are so I think the farmhouse will be christened "Solitude". My husband's name is Sol, so the name Solitude would announce to the world that "Sol" & "Tude" reside here.

What about a barn? I could sit in the loft of the barn after a day of working in the garden & I could chronicle the events of the day from sunrise to sunset. Can't you just see me doing an old school version of reality TV, where you read what is happening with the occasional snapshot, to give you the visual. There would be no list of all the meals or snacks ingested because in reality who cares!? The chronicles would be about the ups & downs of farm life. The moments of laughter, intensity or excitement when the garden or fruit tress spring forth their bounty from the earth. Yes moments of gratitude, harmony mingled with dirty jeans & un-manicured nails & salon free days. I'm up for the challenge! Let the games begin.....that sounds like I'm an Olympiad, which is absurd. Let the best of the rest of my life begin!

I can see myself sipping tea from the back porch of the elusive back porch, target shooting at a series of tin cans lined up across the property as my hubby picks up the cans & re-positions them on top of old wooden wine barrels. He would ask me if I'd like a refill of tea & what my dinner menu consisted of as he walks through the screen door to start the laundry. The dogs are all holding their dinner bowls while the cats are sleeping on the porch swing. The catfish are jumping, old paddle wheels pumping and something is off. Did my hubby just refill my tea glass & ask me what I wanted for dinner as he went to do laundry? Wait I must have dozed off for a moment! Well a girl can dream can't she? Call that moment reality checked!

The quest to find my farmhouse in America has begun. I sit here typing gazing out my office window watching the blue jays chasing squirrels around the trees. The dragonflies are zipping to & fro while the butterflies are fluttering as butterflies do. My cats are stalking the elusive dragonflies. The dogs are basking lazily in the afternoon sun ignoring the curious squirrels scampering around the trees. The birds have spotted the seeds I tossed out for them. I love the way nature knows exactly what it is to be doing, while humanity seems somehow stumped by our need to control life & everything around us. Humanity wants to "fix" what God has created or to "enhance" God's creations. We fail miserably, create chaos & call ourselves successful masters of the universe, as if we are playing some gigantic video game in a virtual world. I think that the birds, squirrels, cats, dogs, butterflies, bees & butterflies have more sense than most humans. Maybe what I need to do is get back to nature, learn to relax, put my hands in the dirt, kick off my shoes & tune out the noise. God provides for all of his creations. I have faith that it will all turn out the way that it should.
My foot has fallen asleep which is code for me to leave this desk chair to venture outside. I hear a glass of green tea calling my name.

I'm quite sure there will be a book written about this journey. Maybe I'll call it "Down on the Funny Farm"? You can purchase my last book Get Beach Slapped online at bookstores & ebook sites or go to my webpage for links.

Thank you for taking your time to join me,
Lisa Morgan 

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