Or en garde. Take your pick Mr. Squirrel. Either way you better be on alert. The Tempest is on the job!
So, before I show you the video, I probably should give you a little background to set the stage. My parents have a cherry tree which is loving the life in the southwest corner of our yard…which the tree guy said is in the wrong spot “but nobody told the tree.” Anyhow, year after year it has beautiful smelling flowers in the spring and fruit in the late June to early July time frame. However, for one reason or another, my parents rarely reap the rewards of the bounty the tree puts forth. Why? What reasons could there be? Well first of all, this is my first go around with this process so I can not be accountable for any of the prior failures in the collection of said crops. Secondly, this might just be some fanciful recreation of Sammy’s imagination – one can’t trust the memories of elderly centenarian pups like him. So with those caveats out of the way here is what has happened in the past:
- Trip to New Mexico and on return no cherries – no video documentation or oral history accounts for this one.
- Blue Jays – and/or other birds. Stripped the whole thing clean over the course of a few days while my parents were at work.
- Squirrels – last year my parents were sitting in the backyard and there was a kerfuffle in the back and all these little rodent like things were hanging in the trees whooping it up and spinning around the branches. Apparently they had just feasted on the cherries and seemed to have gotten a bit out of their minds. Sammy has no idea why as he assures me they had not started fermenting as they had not even fully ripened.
This year, based on this input I decided to dedicate myself to protecting the fruits of this tree’s labors. Not to say that Sammy and Montana didn’t care or that I am better than them in performing my guard duties…but I am also not saying that I am not saying that.
Here is what I determined I was charged with protecting:
Here is some evidence that someone has started pilfering the cherries (obviously when I was confined to my crate – definitely not sleeping on the job):
Here I am standing guard (and if you think I am not looking at the cherry tree but the neighbor’s backyard, let me tell you that is where the little devils often appear from – and I had the tree totally covered with my peripheral vision):
And the rewards of my efforts!
The proverbial bowl of cherries! Life is grand!
By the way, they tasted fine even though they might not be completely ripe – but my parents didn’t act loopy after ingesting them. After watching them pick these cherries I realized I could help them by not only guarding the crop but also by harvesting them! Luckily I am a tree-climbing hound so the fact that dad put away the ladder won’t stop me from getting the fruit at the top of the tree.
So with that prelude, I give you the movie:
So there you have it. I’d be interested in hearing your opinion on what ending you liked the best. At our house, we are generally into noir films…but not this one – too dark to appreciate my work (for which I blame the cinematographer!).
What the…who was responsible for reviewing that movie!?!?! The title is partially out of the frame!
Oh wait. I remember now. That was part of my original artistic vision – as the whole squirrel thing is a bit out of bounds. 🙂
Also, in case you were wondering, guarding the cherry tree is almost as taxing as being a parent! Toni is still asleep from her escapade into reality; not sure how she will adapt to being independent…sleeping…zzzz…
Happy Father’s Day!