On days when I don't need milk for the house or a customer, I stop on the way back from the barn and fill a couple of bowls for the chickens. Chickens love milk, go figure. I'm used to seeing turkeys and the ubiquitous squirrels in the pen, helping themselves to the morning scratch, but I did a double-take yesterday while I was filling the water pan for the wild things. This squirrel had pushed himself in between hens for a slurp of milk. He wasn't dissuaded even when bonked on the head, only moving over to the other side.
There are days when I don't know whether to laugh or cry about the squirrels. Of course I do. As Larry the Cable Guy would say, "That's funny right there."