
worried that squirrels were eating all the birdseed, so we set up a camera
i do not think that is a squirrel
Where’s the lyk the bred poem for this?
My naym is bear
And wen its day
And al the peepl
Ar away
I see the hous
I hav a need
I clim the rope
I eet the seed






BEAR IS APPROACHING AT ALARMING SPEEDS





