My grandmother always had a love for animals. She would feed any stray that happened by her door, but she also loved to watch the birds and squirrels outsider her favorite window in her home. She would sit there with her Bible, thinking about the wonders of God, while reveling in His creation.

One particular little friend of hers was a squirrel who had gotten used to seeing my grandmother and having her throw him some food. He eventually took to jumping up into the window and knocking on the glass in order to get her attention. She got such a kick out of having her own little squirrel friend.

Thanks to my buddy Lisa‘s post reminding me of this little tidbit of info about my grandmother *r.i.p*.